DBZ: Married to Another Saiyan (AU)

by Monokub

Stories unravel in a multitude of ways. Some see our heroes become evil. Some see Villains become Heroes. And others simply add another character to the mix. What happens when a new character is thrown into the plot? What changes from the original version? Most importantly: What would happen if Goku married Caulifla instead of Chichi? Rated T for Safety

2. Ep1: The Return of Goku and Caulifla Pt2

A/N: Final Word Count: 16,325 Words

HOLY MOLY THIS WAS A LOT! Hahaha, god it feels sooooooooooo good to post so much at once though ^^! For those new to me, you can relax- I don't usually post this much, this is like twice what I normally do. I usually post between 7-10k a chapter, rarely over or under. The only reason this chapter came out as large as it did was purely intentional; I wanted to make up for all the time my readers waited to see my work again, kinda like an early christmas gift for those fans, ya know ^^? And for those nervous about reading so much, you can relax- like i said, this one was intentional. A third of my work every chp usually involves the intro so if you dont feel like reading 10k a day, just skip the intros (though I wouldn't recommend it since they hold important backstory bits to the Dragon Ball timeline).

Now with that said, yes this took a little longer than usual. Not up to 100% of my previous writing speed again, but fortunately getting there ^^ The intro i made all in one day and that was a little over 6k- with my usual record of 8-10k a day, its a good sign! And yes, this chp has its silly moments too but enjoy them since from here the show gets insanely dark XP And dear god theres so much history and power level fact checking i need to do for each chp T_T...

So, personal turmoil away, enjoy ^^!

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"Junk. Junk. Junk. More Junk. Junk. Junk. Oh, look at this! MORE JUNK!" The young Caulifla growled as she rifled through the backpack. "Don't you losers have anything more valuable?"

The day just wouldn't stop annoying her in any respect. Here she was, boss of her own little gang of thieves trying to make a living for themselves, or Caulifla's, and like the rest of the previous week, there wasn't a single decent thing to steal from these people! And if that wasn't enough, the annoying little boy with a monkey tail like her had the audacity of accusing her of being a boy! A BOY! Sure, she may have forcefully been the leader of this group, but that didn't make her any less of a girl! It just made her a tougher one!

Then again, what could she expect from a bunch of weirdos? Out of all the people her group has robbed, they were the most random looking. Between a talking pig, a teenage blue hair, and a monkey boy that was strangely similar to her, she didn't know what to expect. All she found in the dumb little back she snatched from the blue haired girl were clothes, a few sandwiches here and there, and-

"Ooooh! Candy!" She squeaked with excitement, quickly popping the yellowish ball of sweet into her mouth.

"SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! IT'LL GIVE YOU THE RUNS!" Oolong quickly shouted just in time before she swallowed.

"HMM?! Bleck!" She spat, wiping away her tongue before any residual effects could kick in.

"OOLONG! Why did you tell her that?! We could've used that as a bargaining chip!" The young teen Bulma stammered.

Oolong glared back at her in annoyance. "Nobody should have to go through the torture you're putting me through!"

"Haha, why not?" Goku laughed, still somehow oblivious to the potential danger they're in with the number of men pointing guns at them. "I think it's funny you have to go anytime anyone says 'piggy'!"

*gurgle*

"ACK! GOKU!" Oolong suddenly began squirming as he pressed his hands against his butt frantically hopping on his feet.

"Does he always have to go to the bathroom?" Caulifla blinked as she watched. Slightly amused, slightly disgust, and still terribly annoyed.

"Only when you say 'piggy'." Goku chuckled again.

*GURGLE*

"AHHHH! BATHROOM! BATHROOM!" Screw it! He didn't care anymore if the guns were still trained on him. If he was gonna die anyway, he wasn't going to die known as the guy who crapped himself immediately after. Still hopping on both feet, the small pig ran around the warehouse frantically, searching door after door until he finally found the bathroom.

"Hey!" One of the goons yelled, readying their gun towards the door.

"Ignore him." Caulifla ordered waving her hand. She didn't bother to even look the guard in the face as she continued searching the bag.

"But boss-"

"I'd rather not have the warehouse smell like old manure, so let him do his business."

"Yeah, speaking of which," Yamcha began, looking at the remaining two, "what do you want us to do with them?" To be honest, he'd rather get rid of the two by any means sooner rather than later. The longer the two remained in here, the longer he was being forced to stare at Bulma, and every passing second he did, he felt beads of sweat roll down the back of his head, his unnatural fear of women rising slowly from his feet.

Bulma on the other hand had other thoughts in mind as she stared at him. While she would admit he looked kinda cute and handsome, the whole "holding them hostage at gunpoint" was kind of a big turnoff for her.

"Mmmmh..." The young monkey girl grumbled internally. Pocket after pocket, she couldn't find a single useful or valuable thing on these people. What was she supposed to do if there was nothing for them to offer her in exchange for their lives? Let them go with a hearty apology and send them on their way? She couldn't just have them killed either for no reason! These people weren't even trying to attack them or make a break for it, so what possible justification would she have to execute them?

Luckily, for all sides, fortune seemed to favor her as she came to the very bottom of the bag, noticing something that made her eyes sparkle with joy. "Ooooooh, shiny!" Collecting them from the bag, she didn't find just one, not two, but three incredibly shiny orange balls! Each of them just a little bigger than the size of an apple, she awed at the majestic valuable-looking objects with glee. "These must be worth a fortune!" Oh, she could hardly wait for the money she could make selling these babies! Even the goons that worked for her were a bit curious about the shiny treasure she just collected. For a bunch of random weirdos, these three had a surprising haul.

"Hey" Goku shouted, finally getting angry. "one of those are my grandpa's!"

"And two of those I found fair and square!" Bulma added, momentarily forgetting she currently had a gun to her back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Caulifla waved off uncaringly as she collected the balls and began to walk away with her prizes in her arms. "Just get your junk and be on your way while you still can. You put me in a good mood so I'll allow you to live today." Man, did she love being a boss. Instilling fear, showing everyone weaker how strong she was, and making handfuls of moolah in the process. There wasn't a single person foolish enough to stand up to her!

"Hold it!" Except one. The voice belonged to the young Goku who, to everyone's surprise, jumped over the young girl and landed squarely in front of her. "Give me back my ball! You can't have it!" He declared taking a stance.

"Um... what are you doing?" The treasure hoarder wondered, blinking in confusion.

"You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you, and I'm not letting you have those Dragon Balls!"

"The Dragon's what?"

"I'll fight you if I have to!"

"Tchahahahaha!" The room bellowed with laughter as the goons roared at the humor, save for Yamcha and the boss herself.

"Check out dorky over here!" One of the blue dog men cackled, pointing to the kid. "Peanut thinks he can take on our boss! Hahaha!"

"Dawww, isn't dat adowable~" Another of the goons teased, human and bulging with more muscle. "Now why don't you just run home to mommy little guy, I bet it's naptime."

"Huh? I don't have a mom?"

"Check out the balls on this kid! He's got guts."

"What balls? The Boss girl is the one who has them, not me." Taunts and teases continued to be directed at the confused kid Goku for a solid minute with laughter, all the while Caulifla was trying to wrap her head around this.

This was entirely new to her. Normally, the smart person would plead for their life, give her whatever valuables they had, then get to leave with their lives. The dumber person would see her demanding stuff from them, underestimate her simply because she was a kid, then she'd royally kick their butts with ease and force them to be her henchmen. But they would normally have a few pounds of muscle to back up their self-proclaimed strength.

Here though? She was meeting with a pipsqueak no taller than her, and he was acting like he was ready to take on the world to get these balls back.

"Look kid, I don't think you get how this works." She warned. "I steal from you, you get to live for another day and leave. Cupcake?"

"Huh? You're offering me a cupcake now?" Now Goku was getting confused with the terminology.

"I mean- no, wait. What was the word again? Comfies? Copish? Umm..." The girl tilted her head up trying to think of whatever word she was thinking of. After all, if she was supposed to be the head of this little criminal organization, she should also be the smartest too!

Or look like it.

"I think you mean "capeesh", boss." Yamcha threw in, trying to assist the struggling girl.

"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!" She yelped, startling him and Puar. "What he said. So why don't you take your little weird friends and be on your way?"

"Not without my Dragon Ball!"

"G-Goku, maybe we should just listen to the sweet little girl and go?" Bulma suggested nervously, still raising her hands. She was not ready to lose her life at the hands of a random kid telling her armed and extremely dangerous men to open fire because the kid she met barely weeks ago angered her. She'd figure out what to do about the balls later, and safer.

"You should listen to the old hag while you still can."

"Wha- WHAT DID YOU CALL ME YOU LITTLE BRA-"

*chkchkchkchk*

"Eh heh... Eh heh..." Bulma chuckled nervously as she raised her hands higher. It's amazing how fast you can realize how wrong you were and everybody else was right when a group of random strangers hold their guns up to your face simultaneously. "B-Br-Brave little girl? Eh heh..."

"I don't care what she says. I'm not going anywhere without my grandpa!" Ok now it was really getting confusing for the young girl trying to understand what Goku was saying.

Then again, she grinned a little as she took note of his apparent bravery. That was a rarity to find around these parts, even with a gang of armed thugs and thieves guarding each other's back. "Is that so?... Ok kid, I'll make you a deal: if you can beat me in a fight, I'll let you and your friends go with your junk too."

"Oh, really?" The young boy was surprised by the suddenly generous offer. "Thanks!"

"But," Caulifla continued, raising her tail as if it was a finger, "if I win, then the three of you have to join my gang and do whatever I say!"

"What? There's no way we're gonna agree to-!"

"Sure!" Goku happily agreed, cutting Bulma off.

"Huff, finally..." Oolong grunted, adjusting his pants a bit as he finally exited the bathroom. "What'd I miss?"

"Goku just agreed that the three of us would be this girl's slaves if he lost a fight with her."

"He did what?!" You had to be kidding him he was in such disbelief! Every second of every moment of his life kept growing increasingly worse since he was forced to tag along with these guys! He went from wanna-be harem husband to a freaking babysitter in only two short days! He was going to be dead by the end of the week at the rate this was going!

"Relax guys, we'll be fine." Goku assured. "All I have to do is win, and then we can continue looking for the Dragon Balls!" It was an airtight piece of logic that Goku couldn't possibly see the downside to! After all, if the only step to the plan was to win, then how bad could it be?

"Heh heh, kiddie thinks he can take on the boss." One of the goons sneered. his fellow cohorts chuckling alongside him.

"This ain't gonna end well."

"The kid's nuts! No way he can take on the boss!"

"The kid's gonna end up in a wheelchair after this."

"I bet 20 zeni the kid lasts under a minute!" The insults spread across the room in tandem, everyone thinking or saying aloud how the kid was a goner. The only one who had any modicum of wonder about the eventual turnout himself was Yamcha who crossed his arms in contemplation, sizing the kid up.

'Does he really think he can take on the boss?' He wondered. 'I know he's a kid but still.'

"Well, guess everyone's in agreement." Caulifla stated, excited for the quick event that was about to unfold.

"I know for sure I am!" Goku said confidently, preparing for battle.

"Well in that case... here ya go!"

"Huh? Oh..." He was completely caught off guard by the generous notion. Almost immediately as the fight was about to commence, Caulifla simply tossed all three Dragon Balls back into his arms. The young warrior blinked to himself at this before returning the girl's kindness with a genuine smile. "Thank you! I guess you're not so bad after a-"

*Wham!*

*CRASH!*

"Goku!" Bulma cried out. To the surprise of no one who knew her, the fight was already good and over.

The moment Goku lowered his guard at the gesture of good faith his fate was sealed. Caulifla, with agility and speed he never could've expected, not to mention the strength to back it up, leapt swiftly into the air before delivering a wide kick straight to the young boy's forehead. It was the equivalent of hitting someone with a fully loaded fridge, and three times the speed of an average punch to send the young Goku hurling into a mountain of crates. It created a rather nice spectacle for her as she watched the boxes topple over the young boy. While she didn't enjoy fighting people weaker than herself, she did enjoy making them regret underestimating her.

Which basically sums up how the rest of her goons got recruited into this little organization in the first place. Each and every one of the assumed she was nothing more than an unassuming girl. And each and every time, that lack of assumption lead to their downfall, resulting in the longest match she had no longer than 30 seconds. The only exception she did make was to Yamcha, the self proclaimed "Desert Bandit" before she drafted him. His recruitment was more mandatory, seeing how he was outnumbered 15 to 1, not to mention the guns they had. And like any child, there was only one single reason she recruited him without the intention of hurting him to begin with.

She wanted to play with his "flying kitty" when no one was watching.

Satisfied with the ordeal, the gang leader clapped her hands as she dusted herself off, grinning at the new recruits she finally had in store.

"Eesh, the boss really doesn't hold back, does she?" One of the goons commented, knowing the pain the boy must've gone through. It was a pain just about every member was used to, the single strike that knocked them out cold- if they were lucky.

"Kid lasted longer than I expected, s'all I can say."

"Gokuuuu!" Bulma called out worriedly. "Are you okay?" She could only imagine how painful a blow like that would've been to anyone caught in it.

"Relax, he'll be fine." Caulifla marched towards until she was standing center in the room. "Just let him rest it off, he'll be up in a few hours. Now in the meantime, you," she began to order as she pointed to Oolong, "clean up the bathroom you blew up and make sure it's sparkling clean! And I want it to smell like a garden by the time I walk in there!"

"Are you nuts?! There's no way I can do that this quick!" Oolong's stomach still gurgled slightly at the mere idea of how bad the bathroom was when he left it.

"Too bad! You stink it up, you clean it up! Got it? And you!" She went on, turning to Bulma. "Make yourself useful and do some dusting or cooking or something, I don't care which."

"W-With what?" Bulma gulped a little, resigning to the life of a gang servant or whatever the heck she was going to task her with. To think, only a few short months ago she was starting summer vacation from school, and next thing she knows she's stuck spending the rest of her life as some maid for a little brat she's only known for 10 minutes.

"I don't know, find something!" Caulifla barked. "Ask the guys where the supplies are, and let me know if they give you any troub-"

*rumble*

"Huh?" Multiple eyes turned to the source of the noise all at once, all but Cauli who froze, thinking she was hearing things. To everyone's great shock, and the relief of his two acquaintances, as Caulifla turned around to look, she was met with an impossible sight: From the rubble of wooden crates and boxes rubbing his head with one hand and pushing a box out of the way with the other, was Goku, rubbing his head from the slight bruising he just received.

"Ooooowww..." He moaned, pulling himself out of the debris as he continued to rub his head. "That really hurt."

"You're... still conscious...?" The young girl was dumbfounded.

This... This was uncharted territory for the young leader. T-This was... This isn't supposed to happen. It couldn't be happening! Maybe she won too fast and started hallucinating! Was that a thing? How else was she supposed to explain this!?

All her life, her enemies dropped in a single blow, the fortunate taking a few extra strikes if they managed to block or dodge her, with the results still being the same.

Here?

Here it was like nothing she ever experienced before! Despite taking the brunt of the attack straight to the forehead that sent him flying, Goku, the kid she's barely exchanged a minute's worth of words with, was still standing before her, acting like someone threw a ball at his head or something. It really didn't make any sense. It made less than sense! Why was he still conscious? Why wasn't he waking up several hours later like everybody else did?

There were too many "whys" and not enough reasons!

"Heh, that was a good one!" Goku complimented, rubbing away the last of the soreness as he prepared for battle. "But no more cheap tricks! Let's fight fairly."

"No... No way!" Caulifla wasn't the only one in shock. Half the gang, those who took the full brunt of Caulifla's past fights, were aghast with fear. No one, absolutely no one should've been able to stand after a blow like that All around her, Caulifla's eyes shifted, listening in and out at the sounds of people judging the spectacle with fear in their eyes.

"T-That kid's not human!"

"Is he even a kid? Is he a robot or something?"

"Nobody should be walking after that!"

"The kid's a monster!"

"Hmmm?" It was at that comment that Goku noticed something, a glimpse that lasted a moment on the girl's face, as he ignored the additional commentary. The very moment one of them mentioned the word "monster", the girl's face winced. He couldn't fully tell if it was from fear or sadness, only that, for a brief moment, the girl appeared to have thought the words were directed at her instead. "Hey, are you okay?"

"... Huh?" The small girl just realized how zoned out she was, quickly shaking her head and turning her expression back to that of a ruthless gang leader. "I-I'm fine! I'm just surprised!" Her face genuinely looked excited as she took a stance for the first time in awhile. "Not many people usually get back up after I knock them out flat!"

"Ha! I'm not like most people." Goku boasted back, now more ready than ever.

"I'm keep that in mind when I'm having you scrub dishes for me."

"Not if I beat you first! Hiyaaaah!" With a thunderous roar, the young martial artist dashed towards the young girl and began his assault.

The gallery was silent as they gaped at the two struggling combatants. On Goku's part, he was satisfied that he finally found someone else who knew how to fight, trying his best to land a blow on the girl and coming up short only be mere inches. The girl definitely wasn't a pushover, something he learned quickly after the blow to his head. On top of having genuine reflexes, she was trying to counter him with every parry, swiping back at him with her kicks and fists. While he wasn't as fast as her to dodge the incoming strikes, he clearly had one thing the girl was clearly lacking.

Experience.

She fought like any random punk on the street, trying to land fist after fist just in the hopes that she would connect them. They weren't uncoordinated, but they were simplistic. With every strike that came his way, Goku managed to parry and shove off the offending attack with ease. He considered himself fortunate enough to have what little reflexes he had against hers as he knew from every punch she shoved away, if any one of these attacks landed, this fight truly would be over in a matter of seconds. She was strong, definitely stronger than him.

Man was this fun!

As if to prove more of the power gap between them, Caulifla jumped through the air until she landed over at the boxes Goku crashed in a short while ago. Without giving it so much as a check for sizes, she began grabbing one boxes that would easily weigh 40 or more pounds even when empty one after the other and chucked them at the mysterious monkey boy that was actually making her try. The monkey himself let out a brief eep on his end as he was thrown on the defensive again, jumping over the first crate and ducking over the second. Barely dodging the third one to his right, he decided to step things up a notch as he grabbed his signature Power Pole, twirling it about as he prepared for the oncoming barrage.

What started as a game of dodgeball quickly evolved into a game of batting caged baseball, except where the ball would be thrown back into the field, each and every crate that reached him shattered upon impact as he smashed them with his weapon. Every strike, whether precise or blunt, shattered the offending materials into tiny chunks that scattered across the room, some henchmen yelping in pain as they were covered with splinters. Some of the goons actually began to run out of the warehouse, thinking this was the only moment they had to escape. As for others, they were too awestruck to move a muscle, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"There's no way... the kid is actually keeping up with the boss!" The henchie was stunned to say the least. He still remembers when he tried to fight the boss once and he couldn't last ten seconds. Yet this mysterious kid from nowhere was keeping toe to toe with her for what was a solid two minutes now!

"He's gotta be a demon of some sort, it's the only explanation!"

"Hey if the boss thinks he's strong, is he gonna be promoted to our boss?"

"..." The line of questioning didn't worry a single one of the goons until now.

*crash*

Grumbling at the annoyance this was turning into, Caulifla reached again for another crate while keeping her eyes focused solely on the monkey boy. Every second she wasted with him was making her look bad in comparison, and that wasn't allowed to happen! As soon as she chucked another crate at him, that's when she would go in with a finishing attack!

At least that was the plan until she noticed her hand grasping at empty air.

"Huh?" She looked back in confusion to realize her dilemma. Without meaning to, or perhaps because she was having too much fun, she used up all the crates they had stored in the warehouse. As if to prove it, all that remained of the broken wood chips were the three shiny Dragon Balls that started this mess in the first place. "Oh shoot!" She, in her point of view, cursed. She was out of throwing hazards and there was no way she was going to throw the new jewelry worth a potential gold mine to her!

"My turn!" Goku announced, twirling his weapon until it was aimed directly at her. "Power Pole: Extend!"

"What the heck is a power pole- AHH!" There was no way she was prepared for what nearly struck her in the face, barely feeling it graze her ear as it shot passed her.

In little to no time at all, the simple pole he was using to ward off her attacks now became an offensive item that was forcing her on the move. However it worked, apparently calling to the power pole could allow it to stretch to who knows what limits, which she almost found out the hard way when it nearly struck her like a bullet. Stretching out what she could only assume was thirty feet, she found herself being on the receiving end of the pole's attacks as she ducked and weaved between strikes. Goku was overly enjoying himself as he tried to smack the girl on the head from the other end, it was almost like playing a carnival game to him.

"N-No fair! You have a weapon!" Caulifla complained, jumping over the latest swing as Goku attempted to sweep her off her feet.

"Haha, now look who's complaining about cheating." Goku pointed out, not that Caulifla could pay much attention while the pole was keeping distracted.

It was after the 8th attempted blow that Caulifla had enough of their little game of Whack-a-Limbo. Facing the pole directly, she waited eagerly for the pole's return. Before Goku could realize what she was doing, the young boss managed to clap her hands together right at the other end of the pole, effectively trapping the power pole in it's place, wrapping a bit of her tail around it just for good measure. Try as he might, Goku couldn't pry the pole out of her grip again, effectively locking it in place.

"Hah! What are ya gonna do now?" She taunted. Goku paused for only a moment before he grinned ear to ear, like every other second that this fight lasted.

"Alright then, have it your way."

Caulifla was confused. Why was he so chipper about the whole ordeal? Why wasn't he panicking at any moment of the fight? Every time she struck or tried to strike him, he just got back up. Any time she gain the upper hand, he'd guard against it. And whenever the turn was in his favor, he came close to catching her off guard! Everything she threw at the guy he sent right back to her in some way. And to top it all off, she swore he was actually having fun fighting.

If she didn't know any better, it almost reminded her of...

"WAAAAAH!" Her train of thought was cut off as her feet suddenly left the ground. She found herself beginning to look down at him from nearly thirty feet in the air, almost double the height of the rail she was on when she met him. Just when she thought he had run out of tricks, he somehow managed to lift the massive pole and her petite frame with his pure strength, and was now watching her dangling at the top as she pressed her hands against the tip of the pole, less she deal with an aggravating pain of having the pole jammed into her stomach. "W-What are you doing?!" She blurted.

"G-Goku's got her!" Oolong stated, almost cheering with Bulma at the revelation. Thank god too, because he was NOT looking forward to cleaning up the bathroom anytime soon.

"So? Do I win yet?" He asked, having more and more fun with the girl he was keeping up with a single hand on the pole. He can't remember the last time he played with someone this much since his own Grandpa Gohan, remembering all the training they used to do together and all the fun they had doing it. Whenever they trained, his Grandpa pulled out all the stops with tricks, moves, and illusions, all for the sake of making the training seeming more like playing around.

"N-No you don't win yet!" She stuttered. She had to admit, he was very crafty for his age. Yes, very, very, clever! He thought just because she was a girl that she would have an inconsequential fear of heights that she couldn't control in certain situations like this where her life was hanging on by single thread?! Hah! She laughed at the thought! The shaking she was doing was absolute proof of how brave she was because she was definitely not afraid of the situation at this very moment! Her tail was always holding the pole this tight because she was so brave, not out of fear of staying on! "T-Th-The fight isn't over until one of us knocks the other out! That's the rule!"

"Okay, have it your way!" And with another cheeky grin, he grasped the pole with his other hand, chanting aloud the one magic word running in his mind. "Extend!"

And just like that, she was off.

"Mhmhmhhmmhhm..." She was too nervous to open her mouth out of fear of her fellow henchmen hearing her screaming. She was supposed to be the boss of this notorious gang of bandits and thieves, and she was the best at everything! Now this kid suddenly shows up out of nowhere and is completely dismantling the entire image she set for herself! She spent years, if not one or two, working on all of this, and now she was supposed to be scared to the point of forefelting?! Well on her watch! Gulping away the nerves in her throat, she threw a smug grin back to the boy below her. "This is your big plan? To push me away? You're gonna have to come after me at some point!"

"Well you might want to duck before all that first." He called back, much to her confusion.

"Why would I need to-"

*BAAAAM*

"...Oowowoowoowow..."

"Oooooh..." Bulma winced, feeling the girl's pan just from the sound of it. "That's gonna sting for a bit."

"Longer if we're lucky..." Oolong muttered, hoping this was the end of the ongoing crisis.

She had come to realize her mistake too little too late.

They weren't fighting in an open field.

They weren't fighting in a giant stadium of some sort.

They weren't even outside at all.

What she had forgotten, was that they were in a warehouse. And warehouses, as it turns out, have ceilings.

At the speed she was going and her focus drawn solely to the warrior who had dared challenge her, there was no time for her to pay attention to anything else. After all, why should she give anyone or anything else her attention? He accepted the fight against her. Her. In front of everybody. She was the one who offered the challenge, and she wasn't going to let him get away with accepting it! It was between him! And her! Her! And him! And he...

Beat her.

That was among the last thoughts that flowed through her head as a massive lump started to form over her skull, right where it struck and right where there was a solid dent in the ceiling. Ironically enough, the same lump that formed was gently pushing her away from the ceiling, so much so that it was beginning to slide her unconscious body from the pole until her grip finally slipped from the entire pole itself. With the speed of a dropped hammer, she began to fall.

"Hey, Cauli!" Goku called out, trying to wake the girl who he now realized was unconscious. In the blink of an eye, the Power Pole receded to its basic size, letting the winner stash it away back in it's sheathe before he ran ahead. No matter how hard Caulifla was or thought she was, there was no way she was gonna survive an impact to the metallic surface the way she was now. Giving his legs one last good leap, warrior managed to catch Caulifla in time, just five feet from the ground itself. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked shaking her a little.

"Mmhmmhmmmm... I raaaaaa..." There was no way to tell if she was awake at this point or talking in her sleep. The swirls where her eyes used to be and the fist-sized lump on her head that seemed to be throbbing indicated that the girl showed no sign of regaining consciousness soon, or to an extent that she could respond.

"Hey! Goku won!"

"Alright!" Bulma and Oolong cheered as they high-fived each other, together on the same topic for once instead of against each other.

As bad as things were it looked like everything was gonna turn out okay after all. Goku won their stuff back including the Dragon Balls, the leader of this gang was out cold and no longer a bother to them, and, most importantly, they didn't have to clean up the bathroom after Oolong's recent explosion in there! Everything was great!

At least, it looked like it at first. The brief happy atmosphere quickly changed its tune as several of the goons began to sneer, some cracking their knuckles while others donned brass knuckles on each hand, everyone dropping their guns as they snaked over to the spectacular fighters. Sensing their approach, Goku quickly became defensive as he held Caulifla closer.

"Grrr what do you guys want?" He grumbled, ready for another fight to break out.

Of course it couldn't be this easy, it never could be in Bulma's life. Of course the natural reaction after taking down a gang leader is for the leader's faithful gang to appear and defend their leader's honor and body in whole. And as strong as Goku was, surely he couldn't handle this many people after an intense fight. Could he?

"Hey, relax kid, we got no business with you." A green-skinned horned man said nonchalant, waving the kid to the door. "Why don't you get your things and be on your way? Let us take care of the boss for ya."

Oh! Maybe things were looking up for Bulma after all?

"What do you plan to do with her?" He growled.

Then again, there was always Goku to make things worse.

"Oh, nothing, we just want to show our respect for our old boss..."

"And pay her back for months of labor and humiliation!" The familiar doggo pitched in cracking his knuckles.

"You guys can't have her!" Goku yelled, gently placing Caulifla to the floor as he armed himself again. He wasn't the brightest boy, he knew there were so many things about the outside world he didn't understand. But he knew well enough to know that if he left things as they were, then something bad would happen to Caulifla, and he could tell in her eyes that she didn't deserve it.

It was from that last shout that a smidge of consciousness returned briefly to the fading Caulifla, just enough to open her eyes a small bit so she could catch a glimpse of her current would-be savior. She watched the two seconds of action in front of her, seeing Goku bat away several of the goons. It was followed by the familiar sound of one of her subordinates howling like a wolf, several accusations of the same man being a "traitor" to the rest of them before she heard more roughhousing. She could only utter a single word to herself, the last thing running through her mind at a time like this for reasons unexplained.

"Goku..."

Then, everything faded to black...

...

...

"Hmph... Hmph... Hmph..." The farmer mumbled to himself as he continued shoveling the hay on his truck Running an ostrich farm wasn't the most rewarding of jobs, but for him, he was truly satisfied. So what if he didn't have the best technology around or made the most income? Out here in the Ravines, doing his day-to-day job as an Ostrich Chicken farmer, life was good. Crystal clear weather, fresh grassy air, it was the ideal location for anyone to make a living. Wiping the sweat of his brow, he took a simple smoke of his cigarette with a smile. "That should just about do it..." Yup, life was good, perfect really. He didn't have a single complaint about the world at all...

Except for the sound of wind picking up as he noticed something amiss.

Raising his gaze towards the sky, he noticed what sounded like a whistling sound growing steadily louder by the second. With such perfect weather out here, nary a cloud around, he had the best view of what appeared to be some strange red ball. What the devil is that? He thought to himself, squinting at it for a better look. He couldn't tell for sure, but if he didn't know any better he was sure the ball was... Yup. It was getting closer. The whistling steadily increasing in volume as the red ball continued to grow in size by the second. He began to panic as it appeared the ball was approaching him of all people, the nameless farmer who just wanted a simple life! Fate couldn't be that cruel, could it?

As it happened, Fate wasn't that cruel. With what could've been a few seconds before it crashed into him, he saw the mysterious, large, ball shift in direction, just flying above his head a good dozen feet, narrowly missing his own truck. Heck, it wasn't even a matter of missing his truck. It began picking up air again as it rose at it's own speed, going a good mile out into the hills before it finally crashed over the view. The impact was enough to shake the ground beneath his feet, scaring the Ostriches who ran back and forth for dear life.

"What in... the heck... was that?!" He stammered, still shaking from the impact in fear. "A meteor? A UFO?" There could've been a lot of things he could've guessed. All he cared about at the time was examining the crash site itself, wanting to know what tarnation ruined his perfect afternoon and scared his ostriches all across the hillside. Throwing his belongings in the back of his truck, he quickly slammed on the gas as he drove to the impact site.

It didn't take very long for him to reach it, seeing how it was just a few hills over. The air was still smoking from the strength of the impact, the ground slightly charged from the burning crash that unfolded. Taking out his shotgun he nervously approached the steaming crater, ready for any possible extraterrestrial life that came to possibly invade this planet. "That's no meteor... but what is it?" It wouldn't take long for him to find out, and in the next minute, he was gonna wish he never did.

No sooner had he gazed at the foreign object did it hum to life. From the curved lines that was the entrance, the small round shuttle suddenly began to open, a bright light filling the pod as something stepped out of it. He couldn't tell what it was. An alien? A man? Some sort of robot? No, it was much worse.

The figure in question began to rise to the air, his long black hair flowing lifelessly behind him as he slowly approached the same ground the farmer was on. Nothing about this guy looked remotely human, yet he was still humanoid all the same. Skin, eyes, same number of appendages. The strange armor he was wearing definitely wasn't from this planet, not that the farmer knew of at least, and he had a strange gadget over his left eye, and what appeared to be some leathery belt around his waist. Whatever he was definitely wasn't the strangest thing on this planet, but it wasn't human either. Otherwise the farmer wouldn't be trembling as much as he did.

"Who... Who are you?!" The farmer shook as he asked, trying to maintain a brave facade in the face of overwhelming terror. "What do you want?"

The tall black-haired figure ignored the man as he adjusted the weird device over his eye, a yellow silhouette and some mysterious writing appearing over the green hue as it began to scan him. "You have a power level of only 5, huh?" The stranger finally said as it stepped forth. "Pitiful."

"S-Stay back! Don't come any closer!" The farmer warned, pumping his shotgun. "I'll shoot! I'll mean it!"

Whether to call his bluff or simply out of a lack of fear, the smug-looking man took a step forward, testing the farmer's will to fight back.

*BANG*

And it was his last mistake.

Using what could only be referred to as superhuman speeds, the mysterious alien grabbed the bullet out of thin air like it was nothing. Heck, it was nothing in the face of adversity like him! The farmer cried out in terror as the alien man showed the very bullet he used to shoot at him, displaying feats he's never seen in another human before. "I think you dropped this." Was the last thing the farmer heard before the man flicked the bullet back with his thumb, shooting it through the man at incalculable speeds, capable of sending the farmer flying off his feet and crashing into the truck behind him, dead.

"Ha," the man laughed, having gazed a the apparent strength of this planet, "it's a race of utter weaklings." He looked around himself at the environment that encompassed around him, disgusted by what his own eyes were showing him. "So why has Kakarot failed to bring this planet under his thumb? Did the other one not arrive to this planet with him?" It disgusted him to know he was related to such a weakling, that someone so inferior shared the same blood. He should've had this planet ready by now, ready to purchase for any race with the best price.

Coming out of his irritation, he noticed the scanner picking up a signal again, this one far beyond the mountains. "There's someone with a decent power level." He grinned, levitating to the air before taking off at a burst of speed that even the planet's fastest aircrafts could only hope to reach half of. "Where are you, Kararot?!" It was for this "Kakarot's" sake that he better be dead, less the mysterious man finds him first...

..

The mysterious green man continued to look out on the horizon of the mountainous plains, contemplating the next steps in his goal. This world was for him to subjugate, to enslave, to use as he saw fit. He would be the one use the people at his leisure, to instill terror across the land, and let all know dared to challenge him know just how insignificant they really were. He would've accomplished it a long time ago, too, especially after temporarily sealing away Kami himself within the bottle of the Evil Containment Wave. Then the world would've bowed to him once they knew his strength.

If only if it wasn't for those two damn warriors!

They had the nerve to stand up against his father years before, then the male bested him at the tournament five years ago! Not once since that day has he lived that shamefulness down, the bile in his stomach rising every time he so much as glimpsed at a fragment of a memory of it. He swore once he became stronger, he was going to take his revenge by any means nece-

"Ah!" His attention suddenly diverted as he felt a wave of pure energy heading right for him, turning around in shock. "Wha-What is this... this power I'm sensing? It can't be... Goku?!" No, impossible! He refused to believe it! Even with that woman he came to marry, there was no way he could've strengthened himself after so many years, could he? Even he wasn't that strong, he just couldn't be!

Gazing out beyond the clouds, as far as his eyes could take him, he discovered how accurate his prediction was. In the clear blue skies, starting out as a speck that slowly grew in stature, he saw a mysterious being. A being who managed to sound like a jet with his intense speed, one that was making a beeline for his very location. "Who's that?" Whoever or whatever he was, there was no way Piccolo was going to outrun him, deciding to stand his ground with a warrior's courage as the person finally landed on the other end of the plateau in front of him.

"You're not Kakarot." The invader finally realized.

"What do you want?" Piccolo asked, trying to process the immense strength he felt from him. "Who are you? You have some business with me?"

"No, I was looking for someone." The man replied calmly, showing no ounce of fear of the mighty demon king.

"Then unless you're in a hurry to die... keep moving."

The dire threat only brought laughter from the mysterious individual, chuckling as he began to scan his target. "Well aren't you a feisty one?" Curiously, his power level was indeed much larger than the man he dealt with two minutes ago. "Ahhh, and I see why. Power Level 322, that's almost respectable. Almost. It's still nothing compared to me." It was almost as disappointing to him as it was amusing. Such a massive gap compared to the previous humanoid he met, and still so very far from his own.

"Why you- I should kill you where you stand!" Piccolo growled, refusing to be insulted by the likes of a complete stranger he only just met. He was the Demon King Piccolo, the fact this man was still breathing before him was his own mercy! "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?!"

"Does it matter?" The man's irritability troubled Piccolo as he clenched his teeth angrily.

What's wrong with him? He can't be that powerful, can he...? The man's smug attitude was growing Piccolo's concern. No one on this planet ever once looked at Piccolo with such a calm expression before. No, not calmness. Certainty. Certain that however this played out, he would be the one walking away with his life and Piccolo wouldn't. It was almost frightening, even for him. Guess there's only one way to find out... Without holding anything back, gathering all the energy he could in the palm of his hands, he screamed.

"Haaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

*BOOM*

There was zero hesitation as Piccolo launched his attack, a massive explosion enveloping the lone alien in a gigantic fire. "Hmhmhmhm..." He smirked to himself triumphant. Piccolo had no idea what this man was capable of or how much, all he knew is that he had to give it his all in a surprise attack while the mysterious man still had his guard down. If he was lucky, he would've inflicted some heavy damage, gauging the strength of the man from his single blow. At worse, he would remain unscathed with barely a scratch on him.

And he was never lucky.

"Is that all?" Piccolo gasped in silence as the man's voice penetrated through the cloud of smoke still enveloping him. As it cleared away, he saw every bit of the man, completely unscathed and even less so than he expected in the worst case scenario. "Pathetic." It's like his attack did almost nothing to him, and it was him giving his all when his guard was down! "Although... it is effective at kicking up dust.

Im-Impossible! Piccolo could only stare in horror with his mouth still gaping open. There was no way... no possible way he could beat this man with his life in tact.

"If it's any consolation, you were a much better warmup compared to the farmer I killed one minute ago." He snorted. "Before I tire of your existence, I have one question for you. Where are the Saiyans?"

Piccolo blinked at the term in confusion "Saiyan? What's that?"

"Don't play coy with me!" For once, the mysterious man rose in anger this time around. "Over twenty years ago, two Saiyans were brought to this planet. One boy, one girl. Answer me! Where are they?"

Piccolo took a moment to himself as he contemplated. A boy and a girl? Saiyans? How would I know something like tha- An image of two specific people flashed before his eyes in realization. Wait... their age by now... it couldn't be... The answer to his dilemma only went on to fuel his anger. "Hey, you're not talking about Goku and Cauli, are you?" The stranger's sudden look of shock told him everything before he did.

"So Caulifla is here then!" And it was hearing the man use Caulifla's full name that made things even worse. He didn't say her name was Caulifla, only the nickname he picked up five years ago. So how could a person with such an immense energy possibly know of her? Whatever the reason was, it seemed to only bring anger to the man as he squeezed his fists in frustration. "That damnable woman! There's no way she should've failed if Kakarot did!"

Piccolo was trying to wrap his head around numerous things. What mission is he talking about? What are Saiyans? And did Caulifla and Goku really come from space? Because if so, where are they from then? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, he thought to himself, given their unnatural strength.

"Regardless," the man continued, sneering to Piccolo again, "it seems you've lived out your usefulness. As a show of appreciation, allow me to honor you by dying at my hands!" He truly was unlucky as the stranger raised his palm towards Piccolo. This was bad. He needed a way out of this, a way to either catch him off guard or make an escape. The power difference in this very moment alone was enough to tell him how much stronger the guy was as he charged up his attack. The single second he spent sensing it already toppled Piccolo's power level at his max, and the man had yet to actually do anything.

Fortunately, right before the man could charge up his overwhelming power any further, his scouter went off. "A new signal..." He muttered to himself focusing on the scanner. "It looks like one- no... Two stronger power levels..." As if forgetting all other things he encountered, he rose to the air again, pinpointing the exact location where the scan was coming from. "It's that way. Range: Twelve-nine-oh-nine And big ones... definitely more commendable than the trash I've seen till now." To him, even calling what he's seen till now would be an insult to trash itself. Nothing on this planet appeared worthy of his respect, making this a fresh change of pace.

"One of them is definitely Kakarot's. But the other... could it be...?" Without wasting another second, the man took off at burst speed, once again whistling against the wind as he zoomed across the sky.

When he finally faded from view, Piccolo gasped, collapsing on his hands and knees out of breath. Every fiber of his being was cold with fear from the man's enormous energy. "Who... was that...?" His breath shook almost as much as his body. "He's miles away and I still can't stop trembling... " What scared him most was how he was still scared at this very moment, trying to put together what just happened as his white cape blew in the wind.

The man wasn't any sort of human, he was a reaper. A reaper that came with the intention to collect something. And whatever it was, there was no force on the planet that could stop him...

...

"Hoof! Pot Roast is done!" The eager blue haired Launch announced as she pulled it out of the oven, setting the steaming and great-smelling roast on the counter. She was in a giddy mood as she penned in her recent accomplishment in her mini handbook, one of several dozens she's filled out over the years. The announcement was soon made by the appearance of another familiar face booming through the door, giving an eager and excited wave as she announced her presence.

"Hey guys!" She waved, having just arrived in her personal aircraft.

"Bulma!" Krillin and Master Roshi greeted in excited unison. Not once have any of the residence seen Bulma in the several years since the Tournament, the scientist herself being busy finishing up colleges and projects she was tinkering with around the lab. In fact, she looked like she still just came out of a lab herself, dawning a nice white plain coat with a blue undershirt, as well as sporting a simple pair of white shorts to go with her red and white shoes.

"Yup, I got your invitation, so here I am!" She replied happily. It's been so long since she ever saw the trio in person. She may have had the occasional phone call to check in every once in awhile, especially knowing Roshi's mannerisms around women, but this is the first time in a long while she's seen any of them in the flesh.

"Ah, good, I wasn't sure you'd make it." Roshi stood with the same glasses and grin like he's always greeted guests with, this time with a pitcher of beer in his right hand. "It's been way too long, huh?"

"It really has been. I've missed this place." Seeing half the gang back, all in bright cheery moods, it was so much more relaxing than the days they spent constantly adventuring and saving the world.

"Bulma! It's been so long!" Launch happily greeted with a brief hug.

"Launch, you're here too!" Bulma returned with her own. "It's so nice to see you again- er... How's the 'other' you doing by the way?"

"Oh, she's perfectly fine, I assure you." Launch nodded with a smile. "We're still communicating here and there thanks to the journal idea Cauli gave us back then." It still took some getting used to, even after all these years later. While it did provide a lot of useful information with the other party whenever they switched, it wasn't a permanent solution to the overall issue, like what would happen if they didn't have a journal on hand or ran out of writing space. "Last time I checked, she seemed pretty excited to see Cauli again."

"I swear she's the only one Blonde likes around here." Krillin mentioned, still recalling the numerous times she tried shooting everyone in the past.

"Hey now, don't be a stranger!" Roshi said as he pulled the two in for a group hug. "Let me get in on some of that action, eh heh..." Normally when a man who hasn't seen two of his friends greeted with a group hug, the sentiment was considered endearing. When a man named Roshi did it on the other hand, much like now, it was just his justified excuse to feel their lower backsides, much like he was doing now to a slightly blushing and embarrassed Launch, and a slightly embarrassed Bulma who's face was red with more anger instead. "Heh heh, it's so nice of all of us to come together like this, ain't it? Still as friendly as ever-""

*BAM!*

Which is how he earned the newly formed lumped on his head, courtesy of the now-somewhat dented package the scientist brought with her, some goodies to celebrate the reunion. "AND I SEE YOU'RE STILL A DIRTY OLD CREEP!" She shouted. Out of all the things she didn't miss, Roshi's mannerisms was at the top.

"Can't you take a joke?!" He muttered, rubbing the new swollen mark atop his head. It still baffled him how a petite scientist like that still managed to leave him with more than enough bruises that even his students couldn't muster.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me- where's Yamcha?" Krillin asked, twirling the package on one finger. "Thought he'd be with you?"

"Yamcha? That jerk..." The very moment he mentioned it, whatever semi-calming expression remained on the scientist's face turned to rage, gripping the sleeves of her coat tightly. "How should I know?!" This was something the others were way too familiar with. Whenever they ran into Bulma after an extended period of time, it was always a coinflip if she and Yamcha were in good positions or not. "He can be out chasing every girl in the city for all I care! I'm done with him! I didn't even tell him we were getting together today!"

Times like this it was hard if their relationship was truly over or not. One moment they could be cursing each other out, usually Bulma to Yamcha, if not always, and the next thing you know they could be back together by the end of the very same week. It was a love-hate relationship with more emphasis on the hate. "But hey, who needs that guy!" Bulma suddenly flipped, trying to change the mood in the air. "We can still have fun without him!"

"Guess nothing's changed with those two either." Roshi spoke, surprised.

"Nope, guess not." Krillin agreed as he began setting out the treats Bulma brought.

It was around the same time two other fliers were closing in on the same location- Goku's family on the Nimbus Cloud, and the mysterious figure that was several minutes away, grinning as he drew closer with every passing second.

"Hey, we're here!" Caulifla announced with excitement, leaning over Goku a little as he sat with Gohna in his lap. Not much changed of her attire save for the couple of blue wristbands she had on each arm.

"Master Roshi's house!" He was filled with the same sense of excitement as they finally landed on the beach, Caulifla picking up Gohna before Goku offered her a hand stepping off the cloud. "Hellooooooooo!" Goku yelled as the trio waited outside. It didn't take long for the household to hear the announcement, excitement filling the air once again as Launch, Krillin, and Bulma were the first three out the door.

"Goku!" She couldn't believe it, nearly the whole gang was back together again after five years! It was at the same moment she noticed the little girl in Caulifla's arms as Roshi and his turtle finally made their way outside. "So... who's the kid?"

"Yeah, what gives? Are you babysitting her for somebody?" Even Krillin was perplexed by the sight before him.

"Heh, are you kidding?" Caulifla chuckled as she brushed a bit of hair out of Gohna's eyes. "She's our kid!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" All three of them stammered at once, Launch being the only one who was more awed than confused by the predicament.

"GOKU Y-YOU?! CAULIFLA?! KID?! WHAT?!" Roshi couldn't stop stuttering as he wrapped his head around this. If any of the others saw someone like Roshi with a woman and child, they would've made the connection easily at an instant. Seeing these two though? They'd have a much better time seeing a connection between wheat, a needle, and a haystack before they made the connection between Caulifla and Goku- AND THAT WAS WITH KNOWING THE FACT THEY'RE MARRIED!

"Yup. Crazy, right?" Goku joked as Caulifla set Gohna down on her feet. Almost immediately, the young girl ran behind her mother's leg nervously before staring back at the strange people.

There was a lot of things she could handle and a lot she didn't fear. She didn't mind being out in the dark as long as the stars or moon were bright enough to light up the pathway (and if at least one of her parents were with her), she didn't mind playing with the bears or wolves or anything she found in the woods, almost as if she was unaware of the fact of just how dangerous they could be, and she didn't mind the obnoxious homework Chichi made her do day in and day out instead of being allowed to go outside and play with her mom and dad.

Granted, it was still annoying.

But this was something completely new to her. Outside of her Godfather Ox, and the delivery man on a few occasions, Gohna had never seen so many people before in her life. The fact could count the number of people she's met all her life on both her hands can attest to that- and one hand belonged entirely to her own family!

Sensing her nervousness, Caulifla chuckled a bit before squatting a little, tapping the back of Gohna's head with her tail softly. "It's okay, they're really nice." She assured, giving a tiny push with her tail before standing up again.

Looking the four in the eyes again, she swallowed a bit before she gave a bit of a nervous bow. "H-Hello."

"Hey."

"Hi there."

"Hello."

"Hey, little girl." The four greeted in turn in their own way, returning the bow. A small smile grew on the child's face once more, glad her mother was right about the four strangers she suddenly dropped in on. Five if you count the turtle.

"Her name's Gohna." Goku informed, all the while Gohna eyed the large sea turtle who was greeting him with a smile. The girl gave a small smile and wave back in turn.

"Gohna, eh? I see..." Master Roshi raised a brow as he stroked his beard. "That name sounds really familiar... Almost like..."

"Uh-Huh!" Goku said with a nod. "We named her after my Grandfather, er... sort of..."

...

...

Flashback 4 Years ago...

"Hmm hm hmhmhm hmhmhmhm hmhm hm hm~" Caulifla hummed a little as she leaned on the cradled a bit with her arms crossed, smiling at the small figure in the pink onesie reaching out for Caulifla's tail dangling over it's head

To think just a few weeks ago, this thing was inside her belly, and now, it was laying right in front of her. On top of that, previous instincts she had of wanting to make it pay for the last 9 months of torture and the EXTREMELY painful birthing process now, somehow they just flipped a full 180* the moment she held her the first time.

"Someday, you're gonna be stronger than your mama, and stronger than your papa..." She muttered.

"Awww, she's so adorable!" Chichi swooned, still unable to get over the little bundle of joy, even if it wasn't entirely hers. Just being the godmother of the young girl alone was enough for her. "Congratulations again, you two."

"Gosh, look how tiny she is..." Goku commented as he stared blankly, still unable to believe this infant was growing in his wife's belly for the past nine months.

"Of course. She's a baby, silly." Chichi still couldn't believe Goku had yet to understand the miracles of life or infants themselves.

Especially after all the books she gave him that he, presumably, promised to read.

Even the Ox King was present at the current setting of Caulifla's and Goku's abode, awkwardly poking his fingertips as he thought how best to word his thoughts. After all, he was only a godfather, but it wasn't his child. "Don't you think you should give the girl a name?"

"I thought of one," Chichi announced proudly, "it came to me last night." She was glad at times like this Caulifla was passive about Chichi helping to raise the girl. While Cauli was more interested in the girl since her birth, she didn't seem to hold as much an interest in things she found less important, such as the arduous task of giving it a name.

"Oh... I didn't know you already had one."

"We're going to name her Mileva!" She declared, much to the surprise of both Goku and the Ox King.

"Mileva? You're kidding." The pair said in disbelief.

"Mhhm! Mileva is going to be her name!" It was a proud name, it was a sure name! It was a name no one could argue with!

"...Waaahahahhhhhh!" Except for girl herself who was crying in the cradle.

"Awww, there there, sweetie." Chichi cooed as she picked her up, gently rocking her.

"I don't think she likes the name." Caulifla concluded, leaning back in her chair.

"Nonsense! She's fine about the name!" Chichi was certain of this! The future Mileva definitely wanted to have a respectable name that would be remembered in the annals of history, like many famous scholars and scientists of their time! "Isn't that right, Mileva?"

"Waaaaaahahahhhhhhhhhhh!" The infant cried again, answering the question.

"She hates the name." Chichi's father stated, much to Chichi's dismay.

"Well what should we call her then?" She asked looking back to the parents themselves. Both Goku and Cauli looked at each other briefly before turning away, still a bit perplexed at what should've been a simple choice.

"Well that's kinda the thing," Caulifla said, standing from her chair, "I promised Goku he could name it if he wanted."

"Yeah, but I was thinking about naming him after my grandfather if he was a boy." Goku revealed, a bit down about how the situation turned out. "Then it turned out to be a girl, so that went down the drain."

"Well if you want, we could find the Dragon Balls and-"

"You are NOT wasting a wish simply to change your baby's gender!" Chichi yelped cutting Caulifla off of the ridiculous idea. The shout was enough to startle the infant again, taking a few moments for Chichi to soothe it once again.

"Why not? I heard people do it all the time in the city!"

"That's something worth discussing for another time and the answer is still no!" Chichi went off again, this time blushing. She started to wonder if these two should be allowed to have a TV with all the nonsensical stuff they see on random channels.

As the clock ticked by it was already 3 hours later, and the four still found themselves at a loss for a potential name. Each of them were sitting in separate chars spread across the room with Caulifla back at the infant's cradle again. Fifty names. A hundred names. A thousand names. Nearly tens of thousands of potential names were listed off and looked up in books (most of them having the words "Ox King" in them), and there wasn't a single name they could agree upon.

And whenever a name did come up that several of them were in agreement with, the baby's crying vetoed the entire vote, repeating the process on several more occasions.

"Guys, I think I'm gonna go fishing." Goku decided, still sitting backwards in this chair.

"What? No way!" Chichi and the Ox King refused to believe a grown man would choose to go fishing at a time like this- even when that man was Goku.

"Hmm? Why?" He wondered as the two stood at his side.

"Because you have a nameless girl, that's why!" Chichi reminded. "You have to pick at least one name!"

"...Just one?" Goku wanted to be sure.

"Mhhm." Chichi and Ox nodded together.

"...One."

"Mhhmmm!" They began to grow excited as a look of determination filled Goku's face as he stood. Whatever name he was about to announce would no doubt be enlightening and brilliant! And with a brave smile, he finally spoke!

"...Well sure, but can we eat first? I'm starving!"

*THUD*

He was officially hopeless.

"No one's eating anything until we think of a name here!"

"Yeah, but Chichi, it's too harrrrd..." Caulifla moaned, frowning. "We went with every name in several books and nothing stuck."

"Well you should get used to it because this is the easy part of raising a child."

"This is the easy part?!" Caulifla groaned slumping in her chair. How was this supposed to be the easy part? They were just trying to list off names and they already spent three hours getting nowhere! What else could kids need besides food if this was the part of parenting that was easy?! "This is gonna take all daaaaaay!"

"Ehh... ehehehhheh!"

"Huh?" All eyes turned to the sound of the baby's giggling as it filled the silent room. Even Cauli was surprised as she leaned over the cradle again.

"Something up, squirt?" She asked, rocking the cradle a bit.

"What'd you say a second ago?" Chichi wondered if this was a possible lead.

"Huh?" Caulifla came to the same idea after a moment as she stared back at the infant. "... Day? ...This? ...Gonna?"

"Eheheheh!" The baby's laughter and shaking its arms. They just found the baby's perfect name, or at least came close to it.

"I think we have a winner here." Caulifla said happily, partially since they could eat again, as Goku looked over the cradle with a smile.

"You can't just name your child "gonna', it doesn't make sense!" She was willing to accept a lot of things the parents decided to do with their lives, provided it didn't threaten their child's safety, but a name with a generic word was not one of them!

"Well she doesn't like anything else." Cauli pointed out as Goku picked the child up. 'What else are we supposed to call her...?' Cauli thought hard for all of ten seconds in wonder. A name that was easy to remember, one that meant something to either of them, and one that they all agreed upon. What if... "Hey Goku, what was your grandfather's name again?"

"Huh? Gohan, why?" He was wondering where the conversation was leading.

"So... So why don't we just switch the name around a little? Why don't we go with... Gohna (Go-Nuh)?" She suggested, enjoying the smile it brought to Goku as he thought about it.

"Yeah... that's perfect!" It was the best way he could think of to honor his grandfather, even when dealing with the opposite gender.

"Gohna?" Chichi repeated. "That's-!" She paused after a mere second, rubbing her chin as she repeated the word several times to herself. "Actually, I kinda like it..." It may not have been the name of a respectable female figure in any form of studies, but all the same there was no reason she couldn't have a more original name that could one day be famous.

"It's settled then!" Goku said with pride as he raised his daughter to the air. "Your new name is officially, Gohna!"

...

...

"Honestly, I'm a bit surprised." Roshi expressed with a firm nod. "I didn't think you had it in you, Goku. I'm sure your grandfather would be proud." He certainly knew he was. For Goku to finally start a family with someone, settle down somewhere in life, and name their firstborn well near that of his beloved grandfather, well, suffice to say, he was proud of him himself. Him and Caulifla.

"What a touching story." Launch fawned aweing at the beautiful tale.

"Indeed. Speaking of touching..." Roshi's glasses shined in the sunlight as they reflected the imagery of Caulifla's bountiful chest from the lenses. Without any consideration or care, he took a rather large step towards the proud mother, staring at the piece of womanhood she should be proud of. Cause lord knows he was. "I've got to say, you've grown quite wonderfully over the years." His glasses still showed nothing but the reflection of the sweet subtle goodness in front of him.

"Oh, um... thanks?" Caulifla replied questionably. "I don't think I've gotten much taller over the years though."

"Ohohoho, trust me, I've think you've grown in particularly envious ways~" He was so close to them, he swore! If he could just nudge his head a little closer, then-

*WHACK!*

*spffff*

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ACTING YOUR AGE?!" Bulma shouted angrily as Caulifla just blinked.

Her fist might hurt a little more from the last bash she gave to the old noggin, but it was considerably worth it to see the steam still rising from the back of Roshi's head as she attempted to pull his head out of the several inches of ground covering his face. Of all the things Bulma wished changed over the years, it was the dreadful and similar obliviousness Caulifla tended to share with Goku on certain things. While there was the occasional thing Caulifla had a better grasp on, it was sadly none of the things that should be important to a woman.

Like knowing when a creepy old man was trying to cop a feel!

The very act of violence was enough to kick up a storm of dust from the face-sized crater it left in the small patch of earth surrounded by sand and sea on all sides. Mixed up with a very convenient wind, and the placement of a particular individual, and the situation presented itself with the key ingredients necessary to achieve a very familiar noise from a very frightening figure.

"Achoo!"

Instantly, all eyes turned to the previously blue-haired, sweet and endearing woman, and half of them, primarily those not of the Son Goku family, began to panic as the familiar blonde-haired persona that was Launch's other half materialized. While it was something they had gotten quite used to over the years, it was a wonder how she would respond to seeing them again out of nowhere five years later, especially with a fairly young child present.

"Alright," the blonde self shouted, holding her signature SMG that practically materialized whenever she did in the air, "who did what?!" She demanded to know. If there was one thing she had gotten used to during her time at Roshi's, it was knowing that 90% of the time she came out, it was because of some perverse reason. Fortunately for all of them, the anger that usually manifested quickly subsided when she spotted her favorite little henchling. "Cauli?"

"Hey Launch." Caulifla casually greeted.

"Been awhile, hasn't it?" Goku greeted with a wave.

"Heh, well look at you two." She smirked, calming down still with her gun in hand. "What's it been now? Five years?" The dozen questions she had to ask dissolved as she noticed the little girl still slightly clinging to her mother's leg. "No way, are you two serious?" Normally, anyone would've panicked at the sight of blonde Launch approaching a small child. But thankfully, that fear was soon abated as the woman kneeled down to the kid, patting her head softly. "Hey there, squirt. you being good for your mom?"

Gohna stared at her a little surprised, expecting the somewhat scary lady to actually be a little scarier, nodding after a short while. "Mhhm."

"That's good. You let me know if the old creep tries anything funny with your mom, ya hear?"

"Cweep?" Gohna lisped.

"Yeah, speaking of which..." She grumbled as she stood up again, scanning the area. "Where is he?" Another thing she picked up on during the years with the old hermit was finding either clues or hints as to what drew the blonde launch out in the first place, if she wasn't out already. It didn't take long for her scan to turn up results, seeing how there were only so many places to hide on a small island.

"O-Oh, hello, Launch!" Roshi greeted from the other end of the house, only sticking out his bruised and double bumped head as he waved. "Don't mind me, just doing my peaceful gardening like I always am-"

"I saw the face mark in the dirt you creep!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Roshi could only cry out in terror as he tried to run away behind the house, Launch swiftly following in pursuit. The next several seconds were filled with Roshi's screams and the sound of several dozen rounds of minor gunfire and crashes. What came after was the sight of a still irritated blonde Launch with her arms crossed walking back to the group while reading her small notebook.

And a slightly pulverized Roshi walking mid-daze with several more lumps than he had previously.

"I really do envy you guys sometimes..." Krilllin remarked, wishing just once to be in Caulifla's shoes and not the shoes getting shot at.

"Ah, it's not that hard." Caulifla assured. "Just gotta know how to talk to her."

"I do know how to talk to her and it usually ends with picking bullets out of my teeth."

"Oh, I can't get over how cute she is!" Bulma still couldn't get over the delightful little toddler as she squatted down to her height. "So, how old are you little miss?"

Gohna took a moment to think as she counted with her fingers. "Um... one.. mmh... I'm four, miss!"

"Aww well aren't you a polite little lady?" She cooed patting her head. "You sure she's yours?"

"Well, you can thank Chichi for that." Goku chuckled. "She's been really helpful raising her and teaching her. We'd be clueless on a lot of things if it wasn't for her."

"Besides, if anyone should know it's me." Caulifla sighed rubbing her head. "Those are nine months I never want to repeat again."

"Hmhmhm." Bulma could only imagine how it must've been for the young mother as she chuckled, turning her attention back to the offspring. "So tell us some more about yourself, Gohna. What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

For once, Gohna's eyes sparkled since her introduction. "I wanna be a hewo like mommy and daddy!" She answered, earning an amusing laugh from the scientist. It sounded right on par with the typical childhood dream, it was cute. Just as quickly as her excitement lasted it quickly faded as the little girl poked her fingertips, shifting her eyes away. "But other mommy wants me to become some Schowar thing, but I think it's kinda boring."

"Other mommy?"

"Heh, she still can't quite understand how the whole 'godmother' thing works." Caulifla explained, scratching the back of her own head. In all fairness, it still confused herself at times.

At least it made sense to the scientist, whose attention was drawn to the girl's backside. "Hm? A tail?"

"Uh-huh! Just like I used to have, remember?" Goku reminded, partly envious that Cauli still maintained hers after all this. She always took good care of it, as well as keeping it safely around herself like a belt whenever they went on outings. At the same time, Gohna was staring at the sea turtle that crawled up to her. Gazing at it in childish curiosity, she gave the head a small pet before giggling, enjoying the sight of the sea turtle lowering its head as if to indicate it wanted more pets.

"Oh yeah, that's right." Krillin suddenly remembered. Looking back on it, he almost forgot he originally knew Goku as the 'monkey boy'. If he came to the last Martial Arts Tournament they all attended with a tail, it probably would've been easier to remember.

While the memory itself was nice, it brought a slight hint of concern to the scientist who quickly stood at Goku's side, staring at the child nervously. "So, uh, guys... Have you noticed anything, I don't know... strange about your girl?"

"Strange how?" Caulifla asked, wondering if she was partly insulting her kid or being genuinely curious.

Almost immediately, a fully healed Master Roshi zipped by to her side, staring her right in the face. "For example, does she start acting different when she sees a full moon, or anything?" There was a slight concern they would pick up on the lingo or what they were referring to, but they didn't have much choice. It was one thing to keep it a secret while convincing Cauli to never look at the moon, but now with two tailed family members under the same roof, it sounded next to impossible to keep such a thing hidden.

"Sees a full moon?" Goku repeated in confusion while Caulifla followed behind Gohna as she road the sea turtle to the beach. "No, but we go to bed pretty early. Chichi makes sure Gohna goes to bed at an appropriate time, and after Cauli and I finish training for the day, we're pretty much exhausted and straight to bed soon after. Why do you ask?"

"Egh- N-Nevermind! It's nothing, it's nothing!" Roshi squeaked, trying to keep the details from coming to light as Bulma and Krillin nearly panicked. They still couldn't afford to let Goku know the horrible truth of the full moon, less he realizes who was truly responsible for the death of his grandpa. The only one who seemed less anxious about the whole ordeal was Launch, and that was simply because she was still busy finishing up her journal.

It seemed weird to Goku that whenever conversations in the past came up revolving around the moon, they would always seem anxious about something. Was it the monster his Grandpa warned him about as a kid? Something even worse?

The awkwardness was cut short as Krillin let out a small laugh, watching Gohna as she continued to ride atop the turtle. "Well she sure takes after you in terms of personality." He complimented as Gohna examined the ocean for the first time up close, laughing as the water splashed around her feet.. "Kind, gentle, curious. I'd swear she'd be your spitting image if her hair wasn't so different."

To be fair, the hair wasn't too far off from her parents', at least not by color, seeing how it was pure black. One detail that separated it from both her parents was how it was a bit shaggy and long compared to the other two, or at least in the opposite direction from Caulifla's. It happened to flow down from her head to just near the tip of her shoulders, looking somehow gruff yet firm at the same time.

If Goku had any semblance of his memories from infancy, he would've realized who the hair reminded him of...

"Thanks, but I think she takes after her mother, personally." He admitted. "She's always getting into little mischief around the house, and she always wants to play when we're around."

"Hah, sounds like her! Is she as strong as the two of you?"

"Umm... possibly?" Goku was rather perplexed by the actual answer as he crossed his arms. "She has plenty of energy, but Chichi doesn't let us teach her any martial arts or anything dangerous, so we can't find out for sure." It was at this time a friendly-looking crab crawled up the turtle's shell, catching Gohna's attention as she ran up to it, Caulifla lowering herself to their level as she watched the two play some form of paper-rock-scissors with amusement.

"Why not? It seems like such a waste."

"I know!" Goku's never been happier to hear someone in agreement with him. "She keeps saying she wants to be like us, but no matter how much we try to argue with Chichi, she won't budge. She says the world's been at peace for so long now, that there's no reason to fight." In all fairness, neither parent could fault her on that logic. With much of the world at peace since the end of the previous King Piccolo, and figuring the two of them could take on the current one if he ever acted out, what else was there to train for? "She says she's got to focus on studying in school."

As he spoke, the child in question finished the current round of rock-paper-scissors with the dreaded crab of the netherworld, or ocean at least. Figuring it could only pick one particular choice out of the three given it's claws, Gohna cheekily grinned as she chose rock, knowing the crab could only choose scissors as it's weapon of choice. What little amusement she got out of her victory was quickly replaced by a minor sting to the eyes as the crab suddenly shot forth a stream of bubbles, covering her face.

At least the small whine she let out while wiping the suds away was enough to provoke the protective mother, grumbling a little to herself as she flicked the crab ten miles back out to sea with her finger before helping Gohna wipe the rest of her face.

"Hahaha, I guess Chichi took her role as Godmother pretty seriously there, huh?" Roshi laughed, watching the small scene with the crab play out before him.

With her face cleared of the stinging bubbles, Gohna smiled as she ran back to her father's side. "Daddy!"

Bulma's gaze shifted to the small ornament dangling from Gohna's necklace as Caulifla came over. "Oh... I can't believe I didn't notice Gohna's necklace. Is that a Dragon Ball?"

"Yup." Goku confirmed. "It's the Four-Star Ball. It was my Grandpa's most prized possession. Caulifla used the necklace from her Aunt to put the whole thing together. That way we both have something to remember them by."

"Daddy says Gwandpa's ghost is watching me from somewhere while I'm wearing it!" The comment earned another round of laughter from the adults as Gohna took the moment to look around, wondering where the 'ghost' could be.

"We also found the Three-Star and Six-Star Ball too." Caulifla added. "Thankfully they were only a few hours away from each other when we were looking for that one. We keep the rest back home."

"Huff, now that takes me back." Bulma smiled as she stared into the sky, reminiscing. "We had some crazy adventures back then, didn't we?" To say it was crazy was an understatement.

Not a day goes by where she doesn't think of all the things she would get wrapped up in all because of a single adventure that started with finding a simple ball. Come to think of it, she wondered how differently everyone's lives would've been if Goku never came into it, not to mention Caulifla further down the line. The two wound up being perfect for each other, and traded off similarities with minor differences that really brought each other out. She could only imagine what life would be like if either one of them were absent from their history. Here among friends, celebrating and enjoying themselves, it was only possible thanks to these two.

...But it didn't last long.

!

Immediately both parents eyes lit up as checked their surroundings. Caulifla already looked more defensive as she placed a hand on Gohna's shoulder, nudging her a bit closer. "Goku, do you-"

"Yeah, I feel it too." He stated, keeping himself prepared.

"What's wrong?" Roshi's concern rose as the group began to notice the look on the duos faces, knowing the looks in their eyes meant something serious was unfolding.

"I... I don't know." Goku stared straight ahead as he honed in on his senses. Something big, something dreadful was coming to light as it drew in closer and closer. "Something's coming this way." What was this feeling? This sensation the two were experiencing? It's like some literal manifestation of fear actually came to life, and was zooming in on their location. The others took note of their attention towards the shore, gazing out into the peaceful-looking ocean, half ready and half curious about the events unfolding. On a day like today, it should be more obvious if something terrible was about to happen.

"Are... you sure about that?" Krillin questioned, trying to understand what was so bad out here on such a nice looking day.

"What? Is it that Piccolo guy again?" The Blonde Launch asked, already reloading her gun as she prepared. Even if it didn't do much to someone like him at least she could say she tried.

"I don't know..." Bulma was wondering if there was really something going on or if it was just a parent thing between the two. It's not that she doubted them, it's just that it was hard to assume there was actually something going on right now. With everyone looking out at every major direction at this point, there was no way something was going to get by them unnoticed. Even if it did, with Goku and Caulifla as strong as they were, not to mention Roshi and Krillin at their backs, was there really something worth being frightened over that they couldn't handle?

This power... I've never sensed anything like it... Goku honed in on the general direction he could feel the presence coming from, Caulifla following in suit once she saw the direction Goku was facing. There was something ominous yet familiar about it at the same time. While he never once felt an immense power level like this before, the way the power felt was very similar to someone he knew when he first learned to sense energy. it was almost like...

His gaze shifted briefly to the very same person who was unaware of his present gaze. Caulifla...? His wandering soon came to a stop as the mysterious source of the power finally made itself known. "There!" Goku directed everyone's attention to the sky, the figure finally being within eyesight for the rest of the gang. Nobody else could believe the marvel they were staring at, the mysterious figure flying through sky right towards them.

"What the-? Who- Who is that?" Krillin squinted a little as he tried to get a clear view of the image coming closer. There was no way that person could be Piccolo, not with Goku's and Caulifla's level of sensing. To top of it off, they've both dealt with Piccolo in the past- if it was him returning, they wouldn't be as concerned as they are now.

"Gohna, get behind me." Her mother ordered firmly, not taking her eyes off the person descending upon them.

Even from afar, the group could see the menacing grin plastered on the mysterious man's face. He exhumed an aura of pure wickedness as he drew in closer, the chills in the air rising around them just from being within his presence. There wasn't a single part of this guy that looked the least bit inviting, and whenever there was a possible speck, it was quickly pushed away by the immense fear this man created before him.

"This is trouble. I can feel it." Master Roshi held his gaze tightly on the man as his feet finally touched to the sandy ground. Instantly, the fighters within the group took their stances, Launch keeping her gun pinpointed directly at his head, as they prepared for any move this man had to make.

"So, we meet at last." The man finally said as his strange device began scanning Goku. He had waited for this moment for so long, a little 'family reunion' of sorts. Just not the kind one would normally walk away from. "But I could tell it was you at a glance... Kakarot."

"Kaka-what?" All eyes shared the same perplexed look as Goku tried to repeat the mysterious man's words.

"My, how you look like our father."

"Huh?"

"Wait, hold on a sec..." Krillin tried to slow down the conversation, the intense speed of each revelation making it feel faster than it should have. "Goku, you know this guy?"

The man's gaze slowly shifted to the woman standing right next to Goku, his face starting to seethe with a bit more rage than before. The scouter's reading on this woman only confirmed what he already assumed. "Which must make you that Caulifla girl."

"H-How... do you know my name?" The very moment he revealed her identity for himself, Caulifla felt a shiver being sent through her entire body, an unexplained fear. It wasn't a fear of who this guy was, but more specifically of what he was, what he represented.

"Wait... You know him too?" Krillin was starting to get just as confused as the rest of them. If these two had invited another guest over, they could've at least told the rest of them ahead of time.

"Hey, kid," Launch placed a supportive hand on Caulifla's left shoulder, noticing the brief tremble, "you okay?"

Caulifla nearly flinched at the touch before shaking her head, regaining her composure. "I'm fine." Launch could tell from the woman's posture that she was, yet there was a strange atmosphere coming off of her all the same.

"What the hell have you two been doing here all these years?!" The man continued to shout angrily. "Your missions were to terminate every native life form on this planet! So... why haven't you carried it out?"

"Uh... huh?" Caulifla was in the same ballpark as Goku was as he questioned this. Destroy the natives? The whole planet? Either this man had a complete case of mistaken identity, or Goku and Caulifla had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about. The two turned back to their friends who were just as confused at the situation, Roshi hiding behind a support beam of his house's entrance. There wasn't a single thing about these two that struck any of their friends as evil. All of them came from a rough start, Caulifla especially, when they first met, but not one of them have had an evil intent in their body ever since.

"Now look you," Krillin marched up to the strange man without an ounce of fear, "I don't know who you are but I think we've heard just about enough!" The man grinned as the bald man bravely approached him. Commendable, but foolish. "So why don't you leave and go back to wherever you came from? Go on, shoo! Or, if you don't understand how to take a hint, maybe you need me to point you in the right direction-" The small beep that came from the man's device was all Goku needed to hear to understand what was about to unfold.

"Krillin," Goku shouted, "don't get any closer-!" But it was too late.

*Thwack!*

"Ahhhhh-!"

"Krillin!"

*CRASH!*

"Grrrrr... You-! Huh?!" At almost lightning-like speed, the man struck- not with his hand, not with his foot, but with it. The one thing that separated him from a majority of the creatures on this planet, the humans specifically. The one thing that set himself apart from nearly every man, woman and child on this planet, the thing that identified him as a man not of this world. Just like Goku, just like Gohna... and just like Caulifla.

A tail. A brown tail that he proudly displayed that was used to send the bald warrior hurling through the air and crashing into the corner wall of Master Roshi's home, straight through it in fact. The warrior himself was shaking a bit from his injuries, moaning a little as his legs dangled out of the hole he created.

Why... Why does he have a tail like me... Cauli couldn't help but tremble a bit at the man. Something about him, something sinister, gave way to a memory she couldn't recall, a feeling she hasn't remembered since she was very young. But under all of that, Cauli felt something she never did since the time she fought King Piccolo himself:

FEAR.

Who is the strange man with a tail who claims to know Caulifla and Goku? And what is Caulifla's connection to the violent man who seeks the eradication of all life on this planet? The truth will be revealed next time, on Dragon Ball Z!

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A/N: Yes, i just did the thing XP the "Next time on Dragon Ball Z" thing, or at least the first part of it XP when i do my fanfics i usually try to keep them as close to the source material as possible. Minor annoyance in itself, but on the upside, it saves me over several paragraphs i spend at the start of each chapter (after the flashback intros) writing out what happened last time, so this might actually save some space ^^

Hahaha, hooftah! This was a long one again, but all in all, I feel it came out pretty good ^^ Hope you guys liked it, I know I did, but then again Im the author so complimenting myself kinda goes hand in hand XP lol. Again for those worried, you can relax, i dont normally write this much in one chapter, this was just kinda a bonus for the old fans coming back. My chps are usually half this size (unless I have fun with it ^^)

Also quick shout out to FoxyBulma on dev art for letting me use her picture for the image cover, she's a very great artist :P Highly recommend her work (just be careful kiddies, she has some...*mature* pieces too), they're all very good! Thanks again FB!

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