#goku x bulma fanfiction

[aquapen]

Doesn't matter how old I get, Goku and Bulma will always have a special place in my heart *sigh*

[blossombriefs]

Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

[buffshipper8490]

Summary

A Novelization of Dragon Ball Z that incorporates elements of the Manga; the Ocean Dub, FUNimation Dub, and Kai Dub of the Anime; and the Dragon Ball Z Abridged series. Five years after the events of Dragon Ball, Son Goku and the Z-Fighters must face the threat of the Saiyans, a race of extraterrestrial warriors who conquer and sell other planets...

Chapter 1: Prologue: Dragon Ball The events of the preceeding series Dragon Ball are recapped...

Chapter 2: The Mysterious Warrior From Space Five years after the events of Dragon Ball, a mysterious alien arrives on Earth in search of a being he calls "Kakarot"...

Chapter 3: Kakarot: Tails of Future Not-Quite Past Son Goku introduces his five-year old son Gohan to his friends Bulma, Krillin, and Muten Roshi at the Turtle Hermit’s island home, Kame House. However, they are visited by a malevolent alien who claims to be Goku’s brother, a Saiyan warrior named Raditz!

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[thevelria]

Hate to love you, love to leave you (Toxic,Yandere Vegeta x Reader)

Author's note: It's a one part long stroy. Smut alert! Enjoy~

It’s been 2 years since I was “together” with Vegeta. Never ever was this thing mentioned between us as a relationship. As eager I was at the beginning, whining about wanting to be his girlfriend as much I didn’t give a fuck anymore. 

Oh the amount of time I wanted to leave him so far…kinda like every single day at least once. Then why did I still stay? Good question! A question I couldn’t have answered myself. 

-Could you please stop it? -I pinched the bridge of my nose. Vegeta kept clicking his tongue, while checking his phone and it drove me crazy.

-Stop what? - he raised an eyebrow with a total deadpan expression on his face.

-Clicking your freaking tongue -I took a deep breath to be able to keep myself cool.

-Tch… -he pulled a face and rolled his eyes. Oh and kept clicking his tongue.

This is how a simple, normal weekday’s evening looked in the lovely life of ours. After 10 minutes of listening to his tongue I stood up and started to leave the living room.

-Where are you going? -he hissed. He was obsessed that we both needed to be in the same room, when we both were at home. From the beginning he acted like this, but at first I found it sweet that he always wanted to be near me. Well, now…now I would have rather laughed at his childish attitude, if I found it funny. Shame, it wasn’t funny at all. 

-Out -I answered with a cold tone, not bothering to look at him at all. Vegeta rushed after me and grabbed my wrist, turning me around. 

-Are you about to call one of your dicks, who fuck you when I’m not around? -he hissed in my face.

-Not this shit again. You are insane -I rolled my eyes- How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not cheating on you. Never have and never will. I’m not a cheater for fuck’s sake! -I yelled in anger.

-Every cheater would say that - he pulled a face.

-Fuck you! -I sighed, because it really did hurt that he didn’t believe me. He never believed me…- You know what? -I was blinded by anger and pain- We’re done! -I shrugged his hand off of my wrist and headed to the bedroom. Packing my clothes in the bag I heard him clicking his tongue.

-Are we doing this again? -he rolled his eyes. I lost count on how many times I packed my stuff to leave him. 

-For the last time -I sounded cold, which surprised him. Usually I was yelling, screaming, throwing things at him and calling him numerous unholy names. But not this time. I remained calm and it frightened him a lot.

-C’mon baby -he walked next to me, gently grabbing my waist, turning me to face him- Don’t do this. You know you can’t live without me -he smirked arrogantly.

-Well then I’m going to die, because we are over, Vegeta. So please take your hands off of me… - giving him a dead expression, which freaked him out even more.

-My love, please don’t do this -he blinked fast, trying to figure out if I was bluffing or not. I wasn’t though, I was really determined to end this there and then.

-Stop acting like you care -I rolled my eyes, still packing. 

Vegeta started to panic, trying to collect his thoughts to figure out something. 

-I love you -he spat out the words, which made me freeze in my action. Never ever heard these words from his mouth, not even once -Please don’t leave me, baby -he kept begging.

Lost of words, I’ve been standing still above my bag, almost fully packed. Slowly turning around, seeing the fear in his eyes. Oh how much I was tricked one more time, naive me. I felt terrible, tears were filling up my eyes as I held out my hands to let him hug me tight. 

-Please, never leave me, Y/N! I…-he panted-I just can’t live without you!

-Sometimes you are such a freaking asshole -I giggled, hugging him even tighter. The ugly truth was that I was so deeply in love with this man that I didn’t see the toxicity slowly choking me to death. 

Vegeta’s hand started to travel down on my back, grabbing my ass hard. As he pressed his lips aggressively against mine, our tongue fighting for dominance. Always I was the one who gave in and let him lead the actions, his pride wouldn’t let it be any other way anyway. 

-I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg for mercy -he grinned in the kiss.

-I hope you will -I smirked. Not being a liar here, I loved the rough sex we usually had. Sometimes I was wondering about asking him to be gentle, but it wouldn’t be him. Vegeta threw me on the bed next to my bag above the clothes I layed out a bit before. Eager hands ripped my jeans and underwear down, spreading my legs wide open.

-Oh fuck… -I moaned out loud, grabbing Vegeta’s hair as his tongue pleased me in a way only he was able. Sucking on my  clit, and fingering my entrance at the same time made my whole body shiver- I’m so close..so close -I cried out after a few minutes.

I gasped, when he suddenly stopped.

-Why did you stop? -I panted heavily.

-You will need to beg me to continue -he smirked at me deviously. 

-Are you fucking kidding me? -I clenched my jaw.

-So… -he softly caressed my inner thigh, just even touched my lips between my legs- How bad do you want it?

-Vegeta, please, please -I started to beg. And there he was with his finger and tongue back in my wet pussy. He kept me still while I was riding my orgasm out on his face, pulling me in a deep kiss just after I finished. 

A few seconds later I was on my knees on the floor, while Vegeta was standing in front of me, fucking my mouth without mercy. I gagged on his huge, thick cock and he enjoyed it so well. Grabbing my head and thrusted even deeper, when my eyes were tearing up. I loved his dick to be honest, he definitely knew how to use it to pleasure me.

-Get on your stomach! -he commanded me, pulling his hard shaft out of my mouth. As I walked on the bed, one of his hands grabbed my waist, the other hand grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me down hard on the bed, my ass up in the air.

-You are so fucking tight! -he moaned as he slid himself in me- Tell me how much you love my dick!

-I love it a lot, Vegeta! -I breathed heavily, trying to cope with the pleasure he caused me.

He kept pounding me harder and harder, speeding up, his balls slapping against my pussy, sloppy sounds filling the room.

-Who’s your daddy? -he hissed at me, still fucking me hard from behind.

-You are! -I moaned in delusion.

-Good girl! -he smirked arrogantly- I will never let anyone else fuck this tight pussy. It’s mine! -he growled, getting really close to his release.

One more hard thrust and I felt his cock twitching inside me, pulsing, filling me up good. He thrusted twice more, before pulling out, throwing himself next to me, breathing heavily. 

-Y/N, I was serious before -he turned to face me, tucking my hair behind my ear- I’m not going to let anyone else to fuck you anymore. You are mine, only mine -he pressed his lips against mine roughly.

-Don’t worry, I’m only yours -I smiled at him, feeling the stupid love spreading in my body. 

***

-Vegeta, please hurry! We will be late! -I sighed angrily, waiting for him to finally get ready.

-Like I give a fuck -he rolled his eyes, stepping out of the room. Kinda tight jeans, and shirt he was wearing, which showed his perfectly toned body just well enough. Even looking at him made me drool in an instant. 

-Easy, girl. Stop eating me up with those eyes -he teased me.

-I can’t help it, you look fucking hot -I gulped, even thinking about staying home and begging him to fuck me hard. But I took a deep breath, collected myself, so we headed to Bulma’s house as we were invited for a house party. 

A lot of people were already inside the house, wasted, having fun, dancing, chatting. I spotted Bulma, so I rushed towards her, Vegeta closely behind me.

-Bulma! -I hugged her tight.

-Y/N! I’m so happy you two could make it. Please drink and eat as you wish. The bar is over there -she pointed in the direction behind me- Have fun, honey! -she kissed my cheek. 

From the corner of my eyes I saw Vegeta’s grin, but I acted like I didn’t notice anything. As we were wandering deeper in the crowd, Goku appeared in front of me.

-Y/N! -he picked me up quickly, spinning me around- Girl, I miss you so much! Why can’t we hang out anymore? -he put me down, looking at me sadly.

-We will find some time for that -I smiled at him in guilt. 

-No she won’t -Vegeta pulled a face at Goku- She’s not going to hang out with you anymore and if you touch her once again, I’m going to rip those filthy hands of yours off and shove them up in your ass.

-Vegeta, stop! -I widened my eyes-Stop being a dick. Goku is my best friend.

-I don’t care -he shrugged.

-I’m sorry Goku, I’m going to call you, I promise -I smiled at him, sighing deeply. 

Vegeta pushed everyone away from me, not letting me have any friends, especially not boys. Goku was my childhood friend, he was my best friend and I missed him terribly, feeling guilty to let Vegeta stand between us, but I loved Vegeta more than anything. 

During the night Vegeta disappeared for a while, but I didn’t really mind it. Reaching the bar, noticing Goku and an unknown man chatting and laughing.

-Am I interrupting something? -I asked, smiling at the two men.

-Y/N -Goku grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into his lap- Want to drink anything?

-Please… -I begged, laughing, standing up from his lap.

-By the way I’m C17 -the unknown man stood up from the barstool, stepping close to me.

-Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N -I blushed from head to toe. The ocean blue eyes of this man crawled under my skin within a second. 

-It’s my pleasure -he kissed the back of my hand.

-Uhh, be cautious , C17 -Goku laughed out loud- If her boyfriend sees this, he would kill you in an instant. A tiny bit of a maniac he is.

-Goku! -I snapped at him, even though he was totally right.

-Sorry, sorry -he scratched the back of his neck, still laughing. 

A few more cocktails later I’ve been still chatting and laughing with the boys and didn’t even realize that Vegeta was nowhere to be found. 

-May I have this dance? -C17 held his hand out to me as a pretty slow song popped.

-I don’t think it’s a good idea -I bit my lower lip.

-C’mon, it’s just a dance -he smiled. Oh his smile…how much it mesmerized me immediately. 

As I found out he was a great dancer, leading me softly, keeping a bit of a distance as he respected I was taken. It blew my mind to experience such a gentle act against me. Vegeta would have never done this. He wouldn’t have danced with me…like never in this life, nor would have he touched me with such a softness as C17 did. 

I almost cried out in agony, when the song ended and we headed back to the bar.

-He would be a better boyfriend than Vegeta could ever be -Goku leaned in and whispered it in my ear.

-Stop it -I pushed him away, shaking my head laughing. But deep down I was considering he might have said the truth. 

-There you are! -Vegeta snapped at me, grabbing my arm hard, pulling me away from Goku and C17- What the fuck are you doing with these two? Whoring around? 

-Vegeta, please -I gritted my teeth, not wanting to make a scene. But it was already late for that.

-Do you want to fuck my woman, huh? -he clenched his jaw in anger, looking back and forth between the two men.

-Just cool yourself down, man -C17 sighed, rolling his eyes- And I ask you to let her arm go, you grabbed it way too hard.

-Oh, you think so? -he smirked, grabbing my arm even harder, making me cry out in pain.

-Fuck is wrong with you? -I yelled at him, trying to free my arm- It hurts!

-Shut your mouth, woman! -he commanded.

Goku clenched his jaw and fisted his hand and at that moment I knew it was going to be messy. Goku punched Vegeta in the face hard enough to send him flipping over, landing on his back on the floor. 

-Stop! -I stepped in front of Goku, taking his hands in mine- I beg you, please -my eyes were tearing up.

-He’s a fucking asshole, Y/N. Why don’t you see it? You deserve better than this piece of shit -he spat on the floor.

***

Heated from the alcohol and his hurted pride the second we arrived home, he attacked me and pushed me in the bedroom. Vegeta was always a dominator, but this time it was even more. 

Ripping my dress off and pushing me on the bed, my back facing him. I could have felt he was already rock hard and he didn’t care how I was prepared or not. Vegeta took me in the second he got his clothes down.

-Fucking hell! -I screamed out loud, I wasn’t even wet for God’s sake. Going really rough on me caused me to gritted my teeth.

-Could you be a bit softer, please? You hurt me- I looked back at him above my shoulder, but he was in a totally different universe. Probably didn’t even hear me talking to him, focusing on pounding me as hard as he could. 

-VEGETA! -I yelled from the bottom of my lungs, which sobered him a tiny bit.

-What? -he hissed in frustration, still fucking me hard from behind.

-Be more gentle, it hurts -I sighed in discomfort.

Furrowing his brows he nodded slightly, taking back from the speed and the intensity of his thrusts.

He leaned in, grabbing my breast, while keeping to pound my already sore pussy.

-You feel so good, baby…I love your tight pussy around my hard cock -he growled in my ear.

-Keep going Vegeta, I’m almost there -I lied, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

My words pushed him on the edge, feeling him close to his climax as well.

-Oh, fuck yes, Bulma! -he screamed, while releasing inside of me.

-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY? -I pushed him back, causing him to pull out immediately.

-What? No, I did…I did not say anything… -he kept bubbling.

-Did you fucking call me Bulma? You piece of shit! -I turned to face him and slapped him as hard as I was able. The mark of palm drew its line on his cheek.

-I can explain! -he looked panicked.

-Oh really? REALLY? -I was raging- And how do you want to explain that you moan the name of my friend? HUH? -I clenched my jaw, as I was putting the pieces of the puzzle together- Wait a damn minute…Where have you been at the party, when you disappeared?

-What? -he was surprised by my question.

-Where were you?! -I shouted in his face- Let me guess, you’ve been fucking Bulma, right? RIGHT?!

-I’m sorry… -he sighed deeply.

-You are disgusting! -I clenched my jaw- Move! -I pushed him away, heading to the bathroom. I wanted to wash his filthy touches off of my body. Being cleaned I walked out, grabbing some clothes to put on, seeing Vegeta sitting on the edge of our bed.

-Baby, can we talk about it? -he looked at me with softened eyes. I spun on my heels and rushed out of the room without a single word.

-Y/N -Goku opened the door, rubbing his eyelids- Are you okay? 

-Can I come in? -tears were running down my face uncontrollably.

-That fucking asshole -Goku clenched his jaw after I told him what has just happened.

-I was so stupid…so so stupid -I hit my forehead with my palm several times- But this time it is over! Please promise me that if I ever want to get back with that prick, you will not let it happen. 

-I promise, honey -Goku hugged me tight.

***

6 months later:

Not even a single day passed without Vegeta trying to contact me somehow. I even blocked his number several times, but he immediately got a new one. Calls and texts without an ending. In some of them he is begging me to forgive him, confessing his undying love towards me and in some threatening me to be killed if I keep ignoring him. 

It was a simple Tuesday evening, I just got home from work and started to cook dinner, when I heard a knock on my door.

-Who can it be? -I shrugged, heading to the door. My eyes widened seeing Vegeta standing in front of me with a beautiful bouquet in his hands.

-I got this for you -smiling softly at me, handing the flowers.

-What are you doing here? -I rolled my eyes.

-Let’s talk this through, baby. I can’t live without you, please come home. Come home with me -he breathed heavily.

-Vegeta, just leave me alone -I wanted to close the door, but he blocked it with his feet. 

-Please, baby! I love you! -he kept bubbling. His eyes popped wide, when he noticed a palm on the door. As I let the door loose, it opened wide.

-She asked you nicely to leave -C17 said with a cold tone- Me on the other hand won’t be so gentle. You have like a second to turn around, before I mop the floor with your filthy face -he clenched his jaw.

-You fucking whore! -Vegeta hissed at me in an instant- We only broke up a few months ago and you are already fucking this faggot.

-Please, go inside the kitchen -C17 smiled at me softly.

The second I disappeared from his sight, he attacked Vegeta, punched and hit him as hard as he could, beating him half unconscious. Vegeta beat him up pretty much as well, but not as near as C17 did to him. 

-If you don’t go home right now -C17 gritted between his teeth- you won’t be able to go home anymore. Vegeta could barely stand up, leaning against the wall. 

-She’s mine! Never forget that! She will crawl back to me no matter what -he spat some blood on the floor.

-You had your chance, but you fucked up. Let me tell you a secret prick -C17 smirked- if you would have treated her the way she deserved, she would have never left you. Now it’s my chance and oh I can make you sure I’m not going to be an idiot like you! -he laughed, slamming the door on Vegeta. 

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Dragon Ball: Masterlist

Hi there! I'm Eri, and I write for all sorts of stuff. While I do have everything published on here, I personally choose to have my masterlists linked to my Ao3.

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Character x Character:

Flight (Bulma x Vegeta)

Frozen Rain (Piccolo x Vegeta)

Wanted You (Piccolo x Gohan)

Ocean Waves (Piccolo x Vegeta)

Yukon (Piccolo x Gohan)

Wings (Dende x Gohan)

Let You Break My Heart Again (Goku x Vegeta)

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Life With You: XXXIX: Tragedy

“We must register before it closes.”

Piccolo was practical but the words were a harsh reminder of Goku’s limits on Earth.  

Bulma checked her watch. “There’s still time before the preliminaries start. Let Goku and the kids register first and while everyone else is registering, Goku can spend time with his family. We’ll meet up when registration ends.”

It was a sound plan. Goku, Gohan, Goten and Trunks got in line ahead of everyone. As they waited to register, Goku chatted with Aki and his family.  

“Goku!” Aki embraced his friend in a brotherly hug. “It’s great to see you!!” Aki wore a mustache and goatee. He still had a full head of thick, blonde hair but Goku noticed a few grey strands in Aki’s goatee.

“Good to see you.” Goku noticed the children with Aki. “You had more kids! Kala?” He pointed to Aki’s eldest daughter. “You’ve grown!”

Kala was the only child of Aki’s with a memory of Goku and the only one not shy for she ran into Goku’s open arms for a hug. “I’ve grown a lot, Uncle Goku. In a few years, I’ll be old enough to marry Gohan!”

“Gohan?!” Goku sputtered stunned. He looked at his eldest son. “You two are together? Isn’t she young?”

“We’re not together!!” Gohan screamed. “It’s all in Kala’s mind!”

“I kissed him,” Kala confessed.

“You tricked me!” Gohan screamed. Eyes of everyone but Aki, ChiChi and Gyu-Mao stared for an explanation. “It’s not like that!”

Kala winked at Goku. “I’m working on him.”

Goku chuckled at Kala’s confidence. She always had an attachment to Gohan so her pursuit wasn’t a surprise. He noticed another girl behind her. Aki also had a baby girl when he died. “Is that….?”

“Yup,” Aki rubbed Naoko’s head. “This is Naoko. Naoko, you don’t remember your Uncle Goku but he held you when you were a baby.”

“I remember the picture,” Naoko softly spoke of the picture on their family’s mantle. She waved shyly at Goku.

“This is Jun,” Aki spoke of his third daughter born after Goku’s death. “She’s four and this,” Aki took a two-year-old boy from his wife and handed him to Goku, “is Haruto.”

“And it’s the last one,” Reia told Goku. “When I was pregnant, we agreed boy or bust.”

Knowing their time was limited, Aki ushered Naoko and Jun to stand with Goku and Kala. “I wanna get a picture.” When Aki snapped the photo of Goku with Aki’s kids, ChiChi took the camera and took another photo with Aki and Reia in the picture.

As ChiChi handed the camera back to Aki, Aki noticed his son reaching for Goku’s halo. “What’s with the halo, Goku?”

“This is what you get when you die if you’re lucky to keep your body.”

Aki stared speechless before chuckling. “I thought was only for TV. Leave it to you to find out if it’s true. I’ve missed talking to you, friend.”

As Aki pocketed the camera, Goku noticed Aki and his family weren’t the only ones here from ChiChi’s village to see him. “Kaifun?” He aged more than Aki. His long black hair was short and sparkling with strands of silver. Next to him was an old grumpy lady he never expected to see again. She’s still alive?

“Hey, Goku,” Kaifun spoke as a man carrying a heavy burden. He didn’t give Goku the scornful gaze he was used to seeing. “I’m the last person you expected to see but when I heard you were returning, even for a day, I needed to see you again to apologize for how I was to you. I wasn’t a good person to you. I should’ve been a friend. I’m so grateful for what you did for us.” He held out his hand to Goku. “I don’t blame you if you don’t forgive me but I am sorry for how I treated you.”

Goku looked at Kaifun’s hand. It was strange seeing him and even stranger hearing Kaifun apologize. He held so much hatred for Goku. Kaifun never thought Goku was good enough for ChiChi and for years, waited for him to screw up so he could move in on ChiChi. Goku had no idea his death would affect Kaifun to change his mind about him.

Goku grabbed Kaifun’s hand and gave it a firm shake. Looking past Kaifun, Goku wondered if Mrs. Niver had come for the same reason. Is she gonna apologize to me, too?

Kaifun turned to his grandmother. “Grandma, don’t you have something to say to Goku?”

The seven years weren’t kind to Mrs. Niver. She was slower as her cane assisted her. Her face was very wrinkled and weathered with spots, and her once thick, white hair was thinner. She wore that same scornful, bitter expression Goku remembered when they last saw each other. “Seven years ago, I thought you were a waste of sperm. I apologize for that. When you died seven years ago, you proved you weren’t a total waste of sperm. You showed the world there was something good about you. Your sperm. It helped create Gohan and he killed Cell.” The old woman smiled revealing no teeth. “Thank you, Goku, for doing one good thing in your waste of a life.”

Overhearing, Vegeta rolled his eyes and Gohan slapped his forehead. ChiChi was grateful Goten didn’t hear as he chatted with Naoko. Aki muttered, ‘I knew it’ while Kaifun scolded his grandmother, “Grandma!! You were gonna apologize!”

“I did.” Mrs. Niver saw no wrong in her words. “I said he wasn’t a total waste of sperm!”

Kaifun was embarrassed and speechless at his grandmother. He looked apologetic to Goku who laughed. “It’s okay. I would think I’m on the wrong planet if Mrs. Niver is nice to me.”  

“Dad,” Gohan pulled Goku’s arm. “We’re next to register.”

Goku turned away still chuckling at Mrs. Niver’s burn. “It’s nice to see some people haven’t changed.”

“I wish she did,” ChiChi muttered. The death glare ChiChi sent Mrs. Niver would’ve had anyone else shaking in fear but the old woman grinned maliciously, pleased she got one last cruel remark in. “She is truly a heartless woman.”

“Great Saiyaman,” Gohan spoke his name to the registration official.

“Great Saiyaman?” Goku wondered why his son was calling himself that. Now hugs were out of the way, Goku took a real look at Gohan’s clothes. “What are you wearing?”

“It’s his costume,” ChiChi explained. “He’s a superhero and this is what he chooses to wear.”

“Superhero?” Odd. He was thought of as a hero and never had to wear specific clothes. Why does his son have to? “I never wore a costume.”

ChiChi wasn’t sure if that was a whine or envy from Goku. It was one of many things they would have to talk about during his visit. Goku signed up next followed by Goten and Trunks. Goten didn’t mind but Trunks hated that they were put in the Junior Division with the other kids and not allowed to fight the adults.

With the Son Family registered, over twenty minutes were left before registration closed. “Mom, you and Dad can talk while we wait for everyone else to register,” suggested Gohan. “Goten and I will have time with Dad while we wait for our matches to start.”

“Well, I…..” ChiChi was caught off guard by Gohan’s suggestion. “I thought we’d have family time together.”

“We’ll have that tonight.” Gohan urged his parents to leave. “Go.”

ChiChi felt a hand close around hers. It was Goku’s and he was pulling her away from everyone.

“Twenty minutes is more than enough time to get one in!” Aki cheered them on.

ChiChi clutched her chest while her face turned beet red. “I can’t believe he said that.”

Goku laughed. “That’s Aki.” He was the first person from ChiChi’s village to be his friend. He helped Goku navigate married life and was a good support to ChiChi when his friends weren’t. “It’s good to see him. It’s good to see everyone. Even Mrs. Niver.”

ChiChi thought Goku lost his mind. “You have been dead a long time.”

“Maybe.” Goku pulled ChiChi closer so her body pressed against his. “I’m happy to be around everyone again.”

They walked through the crowds looking for a secluded spot. This area was almost a second home to Goku. Some of his happiest moments occurred here. But, it had changed. It was bigger and had some familiar spots: trees and shrubs were replaced with more venues. “How about here?” Goku pulled ChiChi into a corner wall of the tournament’s entrance.

“Not away from everyone,” Goku ignored the strangers walking by as he settled his arms around ChiChi’s waist. “But away enough to do this.” His kiss was sudden, leaving ChiChi little time to prepare for Goku’s onslaught. Her back was pressed against the brick wall with her front smothered by Goku’s body as searing heat spread through her from his kiss. ChiChi expected their first kiss in seven years to be soft and tender. She didn’t expect this intensity and need. At least not now! Later perhaps….

In her mind, ChiChi told herself to push back but the loneliness of seven years compelled ChiChi to give in to Goku and her needs. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his. She hummed her pleasure in a throaty moan as her fingers threaded his hair. Oh, how she missed this man. She missed being held by one who could turn mountains into pebbles but hold her as if she were the most delicate flower. She missed his kisses that always left her breathless and needing more; one more kiss; one more taste; one more nip.

Slowly, reluctantly, Goku pulled back. Goku expected ChiChi to like the kiss. He did but as pleasing as it was seeing ChiChi’s breasts rise and fall and her cheeks form that cute pink blush he liked, Goku noticed ChiChi wasn’t smiling. She didn’t look angry but sad. Was he wrong? Didn’t ChiChi want this?

“ChiChi?” Worry crept into Goku as ChiChi lowered her eyes. ChiChi hadn’t moved on and married another but maybe she was still angry with his decision that separated them for seven years.

“I’m doing this all wrong,” she confessed.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re here for twenty-four hours, Goku.” Slowly, her eyes met his. “I spent the last thirty days getting ready for you. I’ve been using creams and cleansers and getting facials so I look as beautiful as I was seven years ago. I got massages…. trimmings,” she blushed hoping Goku remembered that, “so my body is ready for you, but on the way here, it hit me as much as I want time with you, it’ll be painful to cope when you are gone. I realized I should refrain from touching you too much. I should see you as a visiting friend, but when I saw you, all I wanted was to touch you again.” Tears sprouted from her eyes. “I don’t care about the pain I will feel when you go. I want you and I shouldn’t.” ChiChi covered her face. “I’m sorry. I want you to only see me smiling and I’m crying.”

Goku embraced ChiChi again. He never wanted to cause ChiChi pain but knew he inflicted a lot on her for seven years. “I shouldn’t have been so strong with that kiss, but after thinking of what you were doing while I was dead. I thought of you and ……” Goku shut his eyes. No, he won’t think that. ChiChi waited for him. ChiChi hasn’t been with another man. “When I saw you, I wanted to forget the tournament and fly you to our bed.”

For a second, ChiChi was tempted to tell Goku to do that. “Goku…..”

“I’ll miss ya when I leave so I wanna touch ya in every way possible. Making new memories will help me cope you ain’t there until I see ya again. I know it will hurt ya when I’m gone, but you ain’t alone in feeling that pain. I’ll feel it, too, and I wanna go through it since I know the next time we meet, we ain’t separatin’ again.”

Goku could be simple-minded at times but when he spoke from the heart, he knew what to say. ChiChi always believed him when he spoke from the heart. She wanted to now but she knew the harsh truth. “Goku, I can’t go where you go. You kept your body and I haven’t done anything special to keep my body. I haven’t saved the world or sacrificed myself to a wicked person like Cell.”

“There’s still time,” Goku teased.

ChiChi reproved him with a displeased glare. “Not funny, Goku.”

Maybe not but it was cute to see ChiChi annoyed. He missed that. “You ain’t gotta worry about that, ChiChi. I’ll make sure we’re together when you die. If you can’t be on the Grand Kai’s planet with me, then I’ll live on the other planet with good people. My Grandpa is there.”

But Son Gohan was a legend in his own right while ChiChi was a wife and mother. That wasn’t enough for her body to be saved. “Maybe.” ChiChi wouldn’t damper Goku’s enthusiasm with the little time they have. They lost five minutes finding this spot. “I have to say this now because I may not later, Goku. I’m not angry with you for not coming back. I’m not angry everyone got a goodbye except for me. I am your wife and mother of your children and you didn’t say goodbye to me.” Her voice broke then. She told herself she wouldn’t cry but she was. “I’m not angry,” she wanted that to be clear. “I will never understand why but I know you would never intentionally hurt me.” She wiped her tears away while apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’m doing it again.”

Goku believed ChiChi wasn’t angry but she was still hurt. “I wanted to talk to you, ChiChi. When I saw you on the floor, I knew I had to talk to you.”

“You…. you saw us? You saw when Gohan told me?”

“I begged King Kai to let me talk to you but he wouldn’t. He said it would interfere with you and Gohan mourning me. It’s the rule.” Goku hated that rule for seven years. If only King Kai let him bend the rules one more time…. “The dead can’t communicate with the living. King Kai made an exception with Cell but the world was at stake then.”

In dire circumstances like that, ChiChi understood exceptions to the rule but there was a problem. “But you talked to everyone on Kami’s Temple, Goku. The fight was over. Why did he allow you to talk to everyone then?”

“They were trying to wish me back and I had to stop them.”

“So, King Kai gave you another chance to bend the rules: to say goodbye to your friends but not your wife and mother of your children. Why?” Goku didn’t have an answer but his silence sparked another question. “Was it King Kai who didn’t want you talking to me or was it you who didn’t want to talk to me?”

Oh, boy. Goku rubbed the back of his head. It wasn’t an easy question to answer. Any answer he gave will upset ChiChi but he knew he had to. ChiChi deserved an answer. “When I chose to stay dead, I thought I could pop in and check on you whenever I wanted. King Kai told me that’s not how it works. He said it wouldn’t be fair if I checked in on you and Gohan and the rest of the dead couldn’t check in on their families.”

“It’s not enough, Goku.” Her tears were dried; her mind was clear and she wanted answers. “You left it to our child to tell me you wouldn’t be back. You knew before the Cell Game there was a chance you would die. You made a decision that affected all of us without consulting me. After seven years, can’t you tell me why?”

Oh, boy. King Kai warned him ChiChi might ask these questions but he got distracted by Olibu and the others telling him ChiChi moved on, he didn’t prepare himself for this confrontation.

“I couldn’t tell you,” he answered honestly. “You would’ve gotten mad and try to talk me out of it.”

“Of course I would have! You are not some jinx that brings psychotic murderers to Earth! You’re my husband!”

To him, ChiChi was her husband and father to their children. She didn’t see anything else. He had to make her see there was more to him than that.

“It felt like that, ChiChi. The Saiyans, Freeza, the Artificial Humans and Cell all tied to me. We had one week left and I didn’t want to spend it arguing.” It was snowballing out of him now. “There were a lot of things going on I couldn’t talk about, ChiChi. I couldn’t talk about what I knew about Gohan. I couldn’t talk about my limits. If everyone knew the truth before the fight, they would’ve panicked.”

“So, what if they knew the truth?” ChiChi didn’t care if they did. “It’s time for everyone to stop relying on you and do things for themselves.”

“Does that include, Gohan?” Goku asked his wife. “He would’ve panicked, too.”

“Then it would’ve been your job as Gohan’s father to prepare him. Since he could walk, you wanted to train Gohan. I told you to make him as strong as possible. Didn’t you do that?”

She didn’t yell which Goku found odd but damn she hit him hard with the truth. “I tried. I told Gohan when we entered that room I wanted him to be stronger than me. He didn’t notice he surpassed me. I told him but he didn’t believe me. I knew Gohan wouldn’t see how strong he is until he’s forced to.” There. The truth was out. Goku felt a seven-year weight lift off him until he saw the tears pooling from ChiChi’s eyes again.

“ChiChi?”

“It took you seven years to tell me this, Goku. Was I a bad wife to you felt you couldn’t trust me and you had to carry the burden alone? If you came to me, we could’ve talked to Gohan.”

ChiChi was sobbing now. People walking by noticed and glared at Goku as the cause. Goku tried to embrace her but ChiChi pushed his arms away. “Don’t. You kept so much from me. Dr. Sims told me and Gohan about your heart condition. We know about your limits. It hurts our problems were so bad you couldn’t talk to me.”

“ChiChi…..” There were problems in their marriage. It was building for a while. Even he noticed but Goku thought it could be fixed before he died. “I thought that week could fix everything.”

“We needed months to fix our issues, Goku. That week was a start but you died.” ChiChi wiped away her tears but they kept flowing. “It was hard being without you. I thought not getting closure was punishment for how I was to you as a wife and to make up for it, I strived to be a better Mom to Gohan and Goten.”

No. No. NO! He didn’t want ChiChi thinking this was her fault. “I’m the problem, ChiChi. Not you. I’m the stubborn one. I’m the selfish one.”

“No,” ChiChi shook her head. She wouldn’t let Goku take all the blame. “I didn’t realize I was being so hard on you.”

Goku gripped her arms. “Stop that! You had to be hard on me, ChiChi. I needed that. I wanted that!”

“And look at the cost. You couldn’t come to me when you needed someone. I failed you,” ChiChi sobbed. “I failed at my duties as your wife.”

“No, you didn’t. I failed us by not trusting you.”

ChiChi wouldn’t accept his comfort. “I made mistakes, Goku. I had seven years to reflect, too. I kept telling myself I was doing what was best for the family.”

“You were,” Goku insisted.

ChiChi didn’t think so. “When we married, we built a close connection. It was hard work but I knew you trusted me. You told me about your Grandpa. You cried before me. I felt I had your heart and all your trust. I felt there was nothing you would keep from me.”

So desperately, Goku wanted to say, ‘I do. I trust you with everything’ but he knew that was a lie. Things changed between them.

“But you died and a part of you….that trust… never came back. After Yardrat, you were different and I had to learn to love you all over again. We worked our way back but that trust wasn’t there. You kept keeping things from me, even up to your second death. The Goku I lived with the first five years of our marriage wouldn’t have done that.”

She was right. That Goku wouldn’t have kept things from ChiChi and Goku knew he wasn’t that man anymore. That man died with Raditz. ChiChi tried to adapt but she wasn’t the problem. It was him. “I thought if you knew all of what I was, you wouldn’t want me anymore. You told me you don’t care I’m a Saiyan but it didn’t feel like that to me.”

“Why?”

Goku took his hands off ChiChi’s arms and stepped back to pace as he gathered his words. No more hiding. No more secrets. It was time to tell ChiChi knew what he feared. “When you married me, you thought I was human but I thought it did bother you I’m not. Things were tense when I came back from Yardrat. I thought if you knew everything, you wouldn’t want to be with me so I kept things to myself.”

“Things were tense because I was angry at the situation, Goku. I was angry about being left out of things. I’m your wife. I should’ve been included. I was angry my husband was risking his life for everyone again. I was tired of that. Never of you or what you are.” ChiChi released a heavy sigh. With how she acted then, ChiChi understood why Goku feared to trust her. It broke ChiChi’s heart and she blamed herself.

Oh, Goku. I’ve hurt you so much. “I had seven years to come to terms with everything. There were so many things I wished we had done differently. My biggest regret was thinking we had forever, Goku. I never thought we’d only have ten years. We didn’t take advantage of the time we had.” It was that simple for ChiChi. They ran out of time and there was no guarantee they’ll be together in the afterlife despite what Goku felt.

They were silent again. Both were mulling over their thoughts and revelations that both knew wouldn’t be fully processed until they were separated again.

“Thank you, Goku.”

“Thank you?” Goku did not expect a thanks after what was said. “For what?”

“Talking to me. Finally.” ChiChi was smiling. “I got my closure. I can happily watch you and our sons fight. I’ll see you win the title and provide for your family again.” She secured her arms around his neck. “We’ll return home for a family dinner. I made all your favorites.”

“That’s everything you cook, ChiChi.”

“I know.” She smiled tenderly at him as she played with one of his spiked bangs. “We’ll make good memories today and when you’re gone, I’ll take care of our sons, see them get married, greet our grandbabies and great-grandbabies and tell them all about their Grandpapa Goku. One day my life will end and hopefully, we’ll be together again.”

One day wasn’t enough. Goku knew that now. So many changes. He expected some in Gohan and ChiChi but not this much, and he never expected another child. He didn’t want to be left out anymore. He wanted to be there for the moments ChiChi talked about.

“Goku?” ChiChi picked up his mood changing. “Are you okay?”

“About Goten…. was it painful?”

ChiChi wrinkled her eyebrows at him confused. “Raising him? No, he’s a darling.”

“I mean the birth,” Goku’s voice took a serious turn. “When you were having Gohan, you almost died.”

“Oh…..” ChiChi hadn’t expected Goku to ask about that. “Gohan gave me some of his Ki. Everything went fine but I did have Goten early.”

“Why?”

“Stress. Those months after your death were hard, Goku. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I was almost three months before I knew I was pregnant.” Goten was fine but ChiChi hadn’t forgiven herself during the early months of his development. “I was careful the rest of the pregnancy but the night I went into labor, Gohan told me what really happened at the Cell Game. He told me he didn’t listen to you when you warned him to kill Cell. I thought it was only Vegeta and Krillin who made mistakes that led to your death. Hearing what Gohan didn’t do was too much to take.”

“Gohan….” Goku was in disbelief. “Gohan still blames himself?”

ChiChi nodded solemnly. “I’ve talked to him but he can’t let it go.”

No! He told Gohan it was not his fault. All these years… Gohan… what have you been going through?

“Registration is over!” a voice boomed over megaphones placed around the venue. “All fighters report for the preliminaries!”

“It’s time, Goku. We have to go back.”

No! He needed more time!

“We’ll talk after the tournament,” Goku promised. “I’ll fix things with Gohan. I’ll give Goten happy memories.”

“Don’t overthink it,” ChiChi advised him. “Live in the moment. Enjoy the time we have.”

“I’ll do that, and when I’m done with you…” His demeanor changed. His voice dropped and the smoldering look he gave ChiChi had her nipples hardening and her desperately wishing the fight was over and they were finally alone. “There won’t be any doubts on how I feel for you.”

He was so bad looking at her like this. His twisted grin let her know he knew what his look did to her. Two can play that game. “When I get you alone, Goku, I’ll prove you can trust me with everything.”

She was giving him that look. The look she gave him before they were intimate. The look she gave him before she took him in her mouth. “You can’t give me that look before I fight, ChiChi!”

“Why not?” her tongue darted out of her mouth delicately. “Because you’ll wonder how good my throat game has improved?”

“Throat game?” Goku repeated unfamiliar with the term. ChiChi explained playfully putting a finger in her mouth and pursing her lips together. “Oh!”

“Thirty days of practice.”

“Thirty days of…” he trailed off thinking of what ChiChi did to improve her ‘throat game’. “Hey! How did you practice without needing me?”

ChiChi smirked. “There are ways.”

Goku grimaced aware of those ways. It felt wrong to have one of those in a place Goku considered his. “I don’t like those ways.”

“Because you’re not involved?” ChiChi teased as she tapped his nose. “Then you should’ve stayed.”

She was smiling now, flirting. It was so much better to see her this way and not crying. “I’ll make you forget those seven years, ChiChi.”

“In one night?”

Goku smirked as his head dipped to hers, “You know I can,” he whispered as he captured her lips in a firm kiss. ChiChi circled her arms around Goku’s neck. With tongues dancing, ChiChi’s tongue sucked on Goku’s. Her act caused Goku to press his body firmer against hers with a hand descending to cup her bottom. ChiChi pressed harder, wanting to mold her body to his. She needed this after seven lonely years. The tips of her breasts hardened against his chest. Absence made Goku’s body quickly respond.

The knowledge they were in public with people walking by should cause them to stop but longing for each other burned away the remnants of logical thought. How far could they go ChiChi wondered as Goku’s lips left her mouth to trail down her chin. She helped him by tilting her neck and loosening her collar to allow Goku to delve deeper. His mouth claimed her neck, one hand grabbed a breast while the other kept hold of her backside where she felt the ridge of his arousal press against her. She needed him and he needed her with an intensity she hadn’t felt in years. This deep need was reminiscent of their newlywed period where new, lustful feelings of sex were awakened in both where she and Goku couldn’t wait. The kitchen. The forest. Her father’s pool. They needed each other. Could they get away with it here she wondered? Maybe there’s a secluded spot they could hide? Or Goku could fly them---

“Get a room! We got kids here!”

ChiChi jolted from Goku as if burned. His body shielded her face from the view of people looking at them. Goku grinned at the nosey onlookers. “Sorry! I haven’t seen my wife in seven years!”

The pot-bellied father shook his head and walked off holding the hand of his child.

Goku turned away to face ChiChi. His smile was infectious and ChiChi couldn’t help but smile back. “We better go before Gohan looks for us.”

“I think he’ll send Piccolo,” ChiChi joked. “Gohan’s old enough to suspect what we could be doing.”

“Yeah,” Goku shook his head still disbelieving how much Gohan has grown. “He’s grown up so much.” Arm around ChiChi, Goku stole one more kiss before he pressed his fingers to his forehead. Goku and ChiChi vanished and arrived back with the group.

“Took you long enough,” Vegeta snorted.

“They just want to spend some time together,” Bulma chided Vegeta.

“Tch!” Vegeta scoffed as he turned away and walked off.

With a final wave to ChiChi, Goku walked with Krillin and Gohan with Goten lagging with Trunks. Goku looked at Krillin as if finally noticing him. Is that hair? Goku almost touched it to see if it was real. “Weren’t you bald?”

The annoyed gaze Krillin gave him surprised Goku. “I told you before! I shaved my hair!”

“You did?” Goku didn’t remember Krillin saying that. He thought back to when they lived with Master Roshi. They lived together for months and Goku couldn’t remember one time he saw Krillin with an inch of hair. “Never saw you doing that when we lived together.”

“I was shaving whenever I spent a long time in the bathroom.”

Goku remembered that. A few times he had to go outside since Krillin took so long. “So, that’s what you were doing. I thought you were taking a long dump but Master Roshi said you were touching yourself.”

“I was not!” Krillin yelled.

“Dad! Don’t say that!” Gohan checked Goten behind them. Trunks and Goten didn’t hear them and were in a deep conversation. Gohan wondered what that was about.

“Your dead Dad looks just like you.” Trunks heard a lot about Goku from his parents. Both were excited for his return for different reasons but Trunks didn’t see the excitement. “He’s supposed to be awesome, right?” Sure he was taller than his Dad but his Ki didn’t feel strong. “He doesn’t look strong. Not compared to my Dad.”

Goten thought his Dad was strong. His brother wouldn’t lie about that. “But Big Brother said our Dad’s the strongest in the universe.”

Trunks snorted. “Do you believe everything Gohan says? Look at how Gohan’s dressed for the tournament. You can’t believe someone who dresses like that.”

“Big Brother’s a superhero. He has to dress like that to hide his identity and he wouldn’t lie to me about Daddy.”

“If your dead Dad’s a great fighter, how come he’s dead?” Goten didn’t answer so Trunks told him. “It means he lost a fight and he isn’t great.”

Goten frowned. Trunks sounded really mean now. Sometimes he got like that and Goten ignored it but this time it bothered him. “But Momma said Daddy died to save everyone.” Goten saw Trunks ready to say something mean but Goten quickly shut him down. “And if you say anything about Momma, I’ll pop you!”

Trunks closed his mouth and the two boys followed in silence staring at Goku who yelled, “18, is that you?!”

“Took you long enough.” Ironically, this was their first meeting. When she and her brother went to Goku’s house, he wasn’t there. 18 suspected Goku recognized her after Cell regurgitated her. She wasn’t surprised it took Goku so long to notice her quietly walking behind them. “Not sure why ChiChi’s worried about her appearance for you. You’re not so special.”

Goku turned defensively. “How do you know about ChiChi?”

“They’re practically best friends,” Krillin relaxed Goku. “18’s my wife. We have a daughter. That little girl you saw standing with ChiChi when we left is ours.”

Goku whipped back to Krillin. “You married 18?! That girl is your kid???” Goku saw the girl but never asked. He was naïve but he knew how to make a baby and robots couldn’t. “I mean…” Goku whispered to Krillin. “How does a robot have a baby? How do you have sex with a robot? Is it like Master Roshi and those dolls we found in his closet?”

“NO, IT WAS NOT!!!!!” Krillin yelled so loud Goku covered his ears. Krillin explained 18 does have human parts that allowed her to birth a child and sex between them is normal.

“Okay,” Goku understood but still had questions. “But how are ChiChi and 18 friends?”

“It started when we dated. We had a party at Bulma’s house and I showed up with 18. She was ignored by everyone except ChiChi. They clicked.” Krillin didn’t understand it either but he liked it. “ChiChi helped 18 plan our wedding, helped 18 through her pregnancy and helps with Marron.”

Goku was happy. ChiChi had a rough time being accepted by his friends. He knew his friends were at fault but seeing Trunks and Goten be friends and Krillin happy with ChiChi and 18’s friendship, he knew things changed for the better with them. A lot of things happened while I was dead. “Is Marron strong like you and 18? Does she fight?”

Krillin looked insulted Goku asked that. “Marron doesn’t need to do that type of stuff now. Maybe when she’s older and if she wants to learn martial arts. She’s just a kid.”

“But you and 18 are strong and you asked me the same thing when you met Gohan.”

“You did?” 18 wasn’t aware of this. “Didn’t you meet Gohan when he was four?”

“Well, I….” Krillin stammered at 18’s icy gaze. “I only asked since Goku’s so strong and Gohan’s a boy so…..”

“So, what?” 18 pressed.

“I…..I…..” Sweat perspired on Krillin’s forehead. When he held his daughter for the first time, all Krillin wanted was for her for to be happy, enjoy a happy childhood and let her do what she wanted; something he and 18 never had. Years ago, he thought it was selfish of ChiChi not wanting Goku to train Gohan but becoming a parent, he understood ChiChi’s reasons.

Krillin was saved from further embarrassment when a reporter appeared to interview them. Goku’s interview was cut short when Goku was questioned about his halo. That’s when Piccolo destroyed all the cameras.

“Why’d you do that?” Goku asked Piccolo as he walked off from the confused reporter and cameraman.

“The last thing your family needs is anyone recognizing you from the Cell Game. You were revealing too much about the afterlife. I know you were warned to not do that.”

“Yeah,” Goku rubbed the back of his neck. “Guess I forgot. Sometimes I forget Kami’s in there.”

Vegeta, Krillin and Trunks entered the locker room to change clothes while Goku, Goten, Gohan, Piccolo and 18 waited for them. Piccolo and 18 stood away from everyone. Goku stood with his sons but noticed Goten standing closer to Gohan. After that initial outburst of meeting him, Goten was eerily quiet around him. He stared at Goku but whenever Goku looked at him, Goten jumped behind Gohan’s legs.

Gohan was like that with strangers. Goten’s shyness, while cute to anyone watching, bothered Goku. He didn’t want his child shy with him. He wanted Goten as open with him as open he is with ChiChi and Gohan.

It’s my fault Goten’s this way to me but I didn’t know he existed. If I had known ChiChi was pregnant….

Goku stopped himself from dreading on the past. He had twenty-four hours and needed to make it count. “Goten,” Goku gently waved his hand forward. “Come here.”

Goten looked up at Gohan as if needing his permission to go to Goku.

“It’s okay, Goten. It’s Dad.” Gohan stepped aside so Goten couldn’t hide behind his legs.

Goten remained where he was; too afraid to move.

Gohan looked at Goten worried before addressing Goku apologetically. “He’s not normally this shy. Mom and I told Goten all about you.”

“It’s all right,” Goku assured Gohan though he was bothered by Goten’s shyness. It’s not your fault, Goten. It’s mine. Goku stepped to Goten. He was relieved Goten didn’t jump behind Gohan. “Do I scare you, Goten?” Shyly, Goten shook his head but Goku knew better. He squatted so he was closer to Goten’s level. “Good. I’m a big guy but I’m not scary at all.”

“He’s right, Goten,” Gohan spoke to his brother. “Dad’s big like me and he’s really nice.”

It was nice Gohan offered encouragement to Goten but Goku didn’t want Goten needing assurance he’s safe to approach. He wanted Goten to already know that. Goten wouldn’t need it if I didn’t stay dead. If only I’d known about ChiChi. I should’ve known she’d get pregnant. I was all over her in those final days before the Cell Game. The evidence of their coupling stared back at Goku with an innocent face. I missed your entire life, Goten. A day can’t make up for it but I’ll do what I can to give you memories forever.

“I entered the Tenkaichi Budokai as a kid, too, Goten, but you’re much younger than your Pops.” Goku ruffled Goten’s hair. “You’re so much stronger than me as a kid.”

“I am?” Goten was in awe of the confession. “But Big Brother says you’re the strongest person ever.”

“I was at one point but your Big Brother is stronger than me, and if you train hard enough, you can be stronger than Gohan.”

Goten’s eyes grew wide in amazement. “Really? Did you hear that, Big Brother? Daddy says I will be stronger than you one day.”

Not anytime soon. Goten and Trunks were farther than he expected, but Gohan couldn’t envision his little brother exceeding him. “Maybe but not for a really long time.”

“I’ll beat you one day,” Goten promised.

It was subtle but Goku noticed Gohan looking uncomfortable about that. He has that Saiyan drive like the rest of us.

“I’ll always win,” Gohan told him. “Because no one beats the tickle monster.”

Goten erupted in shrieks and laughs as Gohan suddenly bombarded him with tickles.

Goku watched the playful and competitive banter between the two enviously. Seeing the two Saiyan brothers interact fondly stirred a sad thought for Goku. He had a brother. He never played with him; he had to fight him and die with him to save his son. Goku hated Raditz for what he did and what he thought being a Saiyan represented but there were times, Goku did wonder what it would have been like if he and Raditz lived on a peaceful planet like Earth. Could they have had a brotherly relationship like Gohan and Goten?

Could Raditz have been converted to change like Vegeta? I guess I’ll never know.

“I bet you, Mommy and Gohan have a lot of fun together.”

Goten confirmed with a happy nod. “Yeah. Mommy’s a lot of fun. She gives me hugs and kisses and makes really yummy food. She made a whole lot for you, too.”

“Goten,” Gohan hushed Goten. “That’s a surprise.”

“It’s okay, Gohan. Mom told me.” Goten stuck his tongue out at Gohan. Goku distracted Goten by opening his hand. “Goten. Punch my hand with all your strength.”

“Okay.” Goten folded his fist and pulled his arm back as he summoned his strength. Goku felt Goten’s Ki rise. His son definitely had power in him. Goten suddenly paused and looked up at Gohan. “Big Brother, can I?”

Gohan shook his head. “No, Goten. We promised on the plane we wouldn’t but we can show Dad after the match.”

Goten smiled, “Okay,” while Goku wondered what that was about. Fist folded, Goten punched Goku’s hand hard.

“Whoa!” Goku rolled on his back exaggerating Goten’s punch. He sat up and shook his head. “Wow! Your punch has a lot of heat, Goten! I bet Gohan trained you to be really strong. When did you start learning martial arts?”

Goten shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I was an inch or two shorter than I am now.”

“Mom started Goten off when he was four,” Gohan explained.

Mom?! “ChiChi??” Goku wasn’t sure if he heard right. “ChiChi trained Goten?”

“Yup. She got him really strong, Dad. It shocked me how strong Goten became when I started training him last month.”

“Last month?” Goku thought Gohan was the one to teach Goten how to fight. ChiChi? My ChiChi trained Goten?

“I didn’t have to do much with Goten except teach him how to fly and build on what Mom taught him. He’s a good sparring partner. He’ll surprise you at the tournament.”

“Really?” Goku rose. “I can’t wait to see your surprises when you fight, Gohan.”

“My surprises?”

“Oh, I know you have a new trick to show your Pops. I got one, too, but I’ll show you after the tournament.”

“What kind of trick, Daddy?” Goten asked. “Is it a magic trick?”

Goku was going to tease Gohan and Goten about Super Saiyan Three but Vegeta, Trunks and Krillin stepped out of the locker room. He couldn’t let Vegeta know. Even though it has been seven years, Goku suspected Vegeta would flip if he saw him achieve a higher transformation than Ascended Saiyan.

“Not magic, but I promise to show you later.”

****

If there’s one thing the World Champion Mr. Satan knew how to do is scheme like no other. He thought of himself as a proficient liar and one to get out of any slippery situation. King Chappa pushed him against the wall but Mark knew how to get the upper hand to win. Cheat and it will be his trickiest win yet.

Being the World Champion and part of the sponsors, allowed Mr. Satan to suggest rule changes. Instead of the previous champion competing and losing before the final round like previous winners Tien Shinhan and Jackie Chun did, Mr. Satan wanted to change the rule where the winner of the previous tournament automatically qualifies for the final round. Mr. Satan wanted the rule change so he could compete at full strength, unlike the other fighters who would be exhausted after fighting through the rounds. Unfortunately, all rule changes must be voted on by the board. It was a tie with the announcer, a board member, too, making the final vote, arguing it wouldn’t be fair to make a drastic rule change so close to the Tenkaichi Budokai but relented it could be brought up to be voted on for future tournaments.

Mr. Satan did have a small victory enforcing a time limit on the matches. At the end of thirty minutes, the judges will decide the winner. Mr. Satan had enough power and financial influence to ensure none of the judges voted against him. 

To cut down possible competition, Mr. Satan suggested all fighters punch a punching machine with the ones scoring the top sixteen points moving to the next stage. This will eliminate fighting all day as they did in previous tournaments. Mr. Satan also saw it as an opportunity to rig the machine and eliminate threats to his title.

“Do you see them?” Mark stood in the mirror adjusting his championship belt he had dipped in gold. It sparkled with his expensive and pristine white teeth.

From the window of Mr. Satan’s special suite, Miss Piiza spotted three young fighters standing with King Chappa. “There are three of them including Chappa. When you set the bar on the punching mechanism, I’ll rig it so Chappa’s students’ scores are too low to make the final cut.”

Mr. Satan put on his cape. “Good. Once they are out of the way, my victory will be secured.”

“Are you sure, Mark?” Miss Piiza was still nervous about this. She went over to him and adjusted his cape. “We never had another Tenkaichi Budokai for a reason. What if among the remaining fighters, there is someone who can challenge you and take your title?”

“Won’t happen. The only ones who could take my title died with Cell.”

“Maybe,” Miss Piiza tied the strings of the cape into a nice bow. “We conned the world for seven years, Mark. Maybe we should call it a day after this. End on top. We have enough money to retire on and your legacy is secured.”

Retire? At his peak? “You worry too much, Baby. There is no one. No one here who can defeat me.”

Miss Piiza escorted Mr. Satan to the arena where after a few kisses and bolstering to the crowd, he punched the punching mechanism with a score of 137 points. It would’ve been a great photo op but the cameras were mysteriously destroyed. Mr. Satan returned to his suite but Miss Piiza stayed behind. When King Chappa’s disciples appeared, Miss Piiza pulled out a round remote disguised as a foundation compact. She opened it revealing a red button. When one of the fighters punched the bag, she pressed the button leaving the fighter to score 57 points. The fighter was shocked and wanted a second try but the judge wouldn’t allow it. The next two fighters scored 62 and 40. King Chappa argued demanding his students be given a second chance but all were denied.

Miss Piiza closed her compact. That should take care of the threats to the title but she stayed to watch the competition. So far no one was a threat. All scored below 137. Miss Piiza turned to walk off and join Mr. Satan in his suite when she heard a judge yell out, “774 points!”

774? That’s impossible. Miss Piiza looked to see who did that. A blonde woman. She doesn’t look strong. Did I damage the machine when I rigged the scores? Miss Piiza watched as the woman punched again. It was 203 the second time but still higher than Mr. Satan. The next three fighters: three men including a tall, green one all scored higher than Mr. Saiyan. Are they legit?

A short man stepped up next. Miss Piiza thought for sure he’d score below Mark but he shocked everyone destroying the punching machine with one punch. 

What the hell?

As everyone stared at the destroyed punching machine, Miss Piiza stared at the man who destroyed it. He looked familiar. She could’ve sworn she’d seen that massive forehead and arrogant smirk before. Oh, my Gods! He was at the Cell Game!

While Miss Piiza ran off in a panic to Mr. Satan’s suite, Gohan shook his head while Videl stared off shocked at what Vegeta did. “Wait to go, Vegeta,” Gohan muttered. “Guess it’s gonna be a while before they get another punching machine out. So, how’s your flying, Videl? Are you faster?”

“That’s what you wanna talk about?” How could Gohan casually change the subject after what happened? “Didn’t you see what that guy just did?”  

 “Oh, yeah,” Gohan laughed nervously. “That was crazy, right?”

Videl saw the fighters scoring higher than her Dad gather together to talk for a few moments before walking in their direction. “They’re coming,” Videl eyed them suspiciously. “Who are they?”

“Gohan, we’re gonna watch the Junior Tournament.” Goku noticed the girl beside him. “Oh, your friend is a girl.” At least Goku thought the person next to his son was a girl. She had short, shaggy hair and her form was hidden behind her loose clothes. It didn’t stand out like ChiChi’s. “That is a girl, right?”

“Good going,” Krillin cheered. “She’s a cutie.”

“Join us after you punch the machine,” Goku advised and walked off with the group.

“You know them?” Videl questioned Gohan waving goodbye to the mysterious group.

“The guy with the halo is my Dad.”

“Your Dad?” Videl looked back at the retreating man again. “The one you said is dead but divorced your Mom?”

“No, he’s dead. Didn’t you see the halo over his head?”

Halo? Why did Gohan keep saying halo? “What the hell are you talking about?”

Gohan knew Videl would find it hard to believe if he explained his father was coming back for a visit from the afterlife but thought she’d catch on once she saw the halo. “When you die, if you keep your body, you get a halo over your head.”

“Right,” Videl said, “because that makes sense.” He’s still a strange boy.

****

“Oh, I hope Goten remembers to go easy on the kids,” ChiChi rubbed her hands nervously. “He’s so excited to fight other kids. I think he’s expecting them to be as strong as him and Trunks.”

“…. The youth winner will take home ten million zeni and the runner-up will take home five million zeni.”

“Five million?” ChiChi was surprised to hear that announcement. “I didn’t know the runner-up gets money prizes, too.”

“That’s great. That means both our boys will get something. I’ll let Trunks keep his ten million.” Bulma didn’t need the money. She’ll let Trunks do whatever he wants with it but she suspected ChiChi wouldn’t be so free with Goten. “What about you, ChiChi? Are you letting Goten keep his? Can he get one toy before you spend it on books?”

It was meant to be a joke but ChiChi didn’t crack a smile.

“Hold on,” Yamcha jumped in. “What makes you think Trunks will win? Goten’s strong, too. He’s Goku’s boy.”

“Goku didn’t train Goten. He only had Gohan and….” Bulma stopped as ChiChi’s stern expression left her fearing her teeth will be knocked out of her mouth. “I mean, Vegeta never stopped training and he taught Trunks a lot. It’s nothing personal, ChiChi, but Trunks got this win in the bag.”

“Keep digging that grave, Bulma,” Yamcha teased.

“No, it’s fine,” ChiChi assured Yamcha. “I will be shocked if Goten wins. My skills are limited and Gohan only had thirty days to train Goten while Vegeta’s had years to train Trunks. It will be very embarrassing if Trunks doesn’t defeat Goten when he was trained by his father, a full-blood Saiyan Prince. Goten’s teachers were me and Gohan for thirty-no, I will say twenty days since Gohan spent time teaching a classmate how to fly, too.”

Yamcha and Master Roshi stifled their laughs while Bulma smartly kept quiet at ChiChi’s smirk.

Bulma was the competitive Mom shouting for Trunks to defeat his opponent. ChiChi was amused at Bulma’s passion. ChiChi knew Trunks will breeze through his matches but Bulma wanted her son to pulverize his opponents. Perhaps it was the snickering of others around her feeling Trunks should lose since he is smaller than his teenage opponents that irritated Bulma. The snickering stopped when Trunks defeated his first opponent with a single punch.

“Next up!” the announcer continued with the next match. “We have Ikose, age 14 and Son Goten, age 7.”

“Seven?” ChiChi questioned. “He’s six.”

“Maybe he got confused because he turns seven this year?” Bulma thought.

“No, it’s deliberate,” ChiChi knew exactly what Goten did. “Goten is obsessed with growing. He thinks if he’s older he’ll grow faster.”

“Ikose! Don’t drop your guard. Smash that ill-bred urchin!!”

Oh great. Her other child is fighting Goten. “Goten, go easy on him!” ChiChi didn’t need her son expelled for accidentally killing a child. Goten thought all kids were as strong as he and Trunks. He wasn’t aware he is half-alien. Goten knew his father is a Saiyan but Goten thought that was another race of people on Earth. ChiChi knew he needed to know the truth one day but felt that day should happen when he’s older. Goten controlled himself and easily defeated Ikosa. Bulma wouldn’t stop rubbing it in Ikosa’s mother’s face. ChiChi saw the woman losing her temper and knew hands will soon be thrown. ChiChi was tempted to let the woman fight Bulma. She had been escalating things with her mouth as bad as Ikosa’s mother but when the plump, loud woman threw the first punch, ChiChi was faster with her fist and knocked her out cold.

“Now we’ll get some peace,” ChiChi dusted her hands. “Bulma, don’t start fights with every mother here. You know our boys have the advantage.”

“She wouldn’t shut her fat mouth.” Bulma felt it was her right to troll the woman. “She called our kids ill-bred and wanted her sons to pound our boys.”

“You know that wasn’t gonna happen.”

True but wasn’t ChiChi angry at the insult to her son? “You’ve mellowed out too much, ChiChi.”

“And you need to be careful of starting fights you can’t finish. After all, our boys will fight each other.” ChiChi cracked her knuckles. “I know you don’t want to start a fight with me.”

“Touche,” Bulma agreed.

As predicted, Goten and Trunks faced each other in the final match. ChiChi and Bulma cheered on their sons while a panicked Miss Piiza urged Mr. Satan to take the warning of the stranger who destroyed the punch machine seriously.

“I’m telling you to get your ass out of the match! Make up a stomach virus! Say you pulled your groin! Say something to get out of fighting because you will lose if you don’t!”

Mark sat in his chair smoking a cigar. Ever since King Chappa’s visit, Miss Piiza has been paranoid. He eliminated the ones who could challenge his title. There was no one at the tournament who could defeat him. “Piiza, maybe it’s your fault those fighters scored higher than me. That device you used to eliminate Chappa’s students created a glitch and made the numbers go up.”

“It did not and even if it did, how do you explain that man destroying the punch machine?”

“It overloaded because of you and that device you used to rig the machine.”

“My fault.” Miss Piiza rolled her eyes. “It’s always my fault. Everything that goes wrong is on me.”

“It’s nice you finally admit that.”

“God, that ego of yours.” Miss Piiza was near her end with this man. “Ever since you liedyou defeated Cell, your ego has been uncontrollable. I was along for the ride as long as I got my cut but you’ve driven everyone away! Even Caroni and Pirozhki! We are on the verge of losing everything we built and you won’t do the smart thing and bail out to save your massive ego! You are not gonna win this tournament!”

“We?” Mark snorted. “Is it our name in the lights or mine? Is it our name on the checks or is it mine? Are we in commercials, doing guest spots in movies and TV or is that me?” He pointed to his window. “Are they chanting Miss Piiza or Mr. Satan?”

“They won’t be chanting your name after today. I’m done.” Miss Piiza turned on her heels. “I won’t stay and watch your defeat but I want a hefty cut for my silence.”

Mark pulled his cigar from his mouth. Greedy woman “You’re already getting paid on that.”

“Now our partnership is over, my price has gone up. The rigging for today. The lies over the last seven years. The real size of your dick.” Miss Piiza smirked. She had his attention now. “I know more than Caroni and Pirozhki. I can bury you. Enjoy the last taste of adulation. It’ll be gone by the end of the day.”

Miss Piiza opened the door and shut it with such a strong slam the walls shook.

“Oh, well, Mark snorted. “More money for me.” Losing Miss Piiza was big. She was his manager and biggest promoter. She brought in millions. It’s a big loss but Mark knew she was wrong about this. He’ll win the Tenkaichi Budokai. His plan was foolproof. “I’ll win today like I did seven years ago.” Mark sucked his cigar and exhaled the sweet smoke. “Today will be my biggest victory but Piiza might drain me dry if I don’t pay her enough. Shit.” Fixing a drink, Mark settled in his chair and brooded over his options when an attendant entered the room.

“Mr. Satan, two boys entered the final round of the Junior Division. They are very strong. I think you should watch their fight.”

“Two strong boys?” Maybe watching them will be a nice distraction from his current crisis. “All right. I suppose I should,” he gave in. “I’ll be fighting the winner.” Mark followed the attendant to the arena where they could watch Trunks and Goten battle. “These are the final two? They’re barely out of their diapers.” Goten caught his eye. That face and hair were very familiar. “I’ve seen that face before.”

Goten and Trunks began their battle, amazing the crowd with their skills of speed and strength. They fought like pros from previous Tenkaichi Budokai and not novices of children their age. The crowd reacted with cheers while Mark became filled with dread for he will fight one of them when the fight is over.

Those boys. They’re strong and move so fast. Who the hell are these kids?! Suddenly, Miss Piiza’s warnings weren’t anything to laugh at anymore. Did one of their Dads destroy the punch machine? Will I face him?!

On the balcony, Goku and the others were impressed with Goten and Trunks’ skills. “Wow!” Goku was full of pride seeing the fury of punches and kicks Goten and Trunks threw at each other. “Goten and Trunks are pretty good.” Goten and Trunks are way ahead of me and Gohan as kids. This was good. Very good in Goku’s eyes. ChiChi, Gohan, and even you, Vegeta, did good starting them off so young. With Gohan leading them, they’ll be ready for any threat to Earth.

It was weirdly comforting and assuring his decision to stay dead was the right one. If he hadn’t, Goten and Trunks wouldn’t have gotten so strong in this time of peace. It even squelched the trepidations he felt pondering his return. 

“Are you nervous about returning to Earth, Goku?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

Goku and King Kai were walking through the courtyard of the Grand Kai’s palace. It was something the two normally did when Goku was done training for the day. It was as relaxing as Goku’s meditation. “You stay dead so the Earth wouldn’t be a target anymore. Aren’t you worried about something happening during your return?”

“All my enemies are gone. Gohan is the strongest now. It’s one of the reasons I trained him so hard. I can’t be Earth’s savior anymore. It’s time for someone else to protect Earth.”

“Yeah,” King Kai agreed with that. “But that’s a big responsibility to put on a child, Goku.”

“Gohan’s not alone. He has Piccolo, Vegeta, Krillin, Tien and Yamcha to help him and Trunks will grow up to be a fighter, too. Gohan’s power will motivate Vegeta to make Trunks a Super Saiyan. He won’t beat Gohan’s record but maybe when he’s twelve or thirteen…..”

King Kai peeked on Earth and knew the truth but kept it to himself. “True, but aren’t you worried your presence may threaten the peace?”

Goku didn’t because he felt all threats to Earth died with him. One visit wouldn’t change that. “It’s been seven years. Gohan’s kept up with his training. I know he’s even stronger. He’ll be ready to face off any new enemy.”

Watching Goten and Trunks was assurance his sacrifice was necessary. Goten still needed more lessons since he hadn’t mastered the Kamehameha Wave but he was on his way to being a great fighter. With Gohan, Earth was in capable hands and didn’t need him. The torch was truly passed.

“Uh-oh!” Gohan worried Goten was trapped. Trunks had him in a full Nelson hold and pulled both of them into the air. “Goten may not get out of this one. Mom told me Trunks got Goten with this move.”

“Good,” Vegeta gleamed with pride. “That’s my boy. Finish him.”

Goku turned to Vegeta. He was getting a weird thrill from this. “You know it’s just for fun right?”

This wasn’t a game to Vegeta. This was a matter of pride and reflection of his teachings. No way would Vegeta accept Trunks’ defeat. He trained his son whereas Goten’s teachers were ChiChi, a human, and Gohan, a soft, half-Saiyan. It would be unforgivable if Trunks lost. Trunks can’t lose. He won’t do this in front of me. In front of Kakarrot! It can’t happen!!   

“…I can’t take credit for Goten’s training,” Gohan was heard speaking to Goku. “It goes to Mom. I taught Goten how to fly and use the Kamehameha Wave.”

“ChiChi did a good job if she’s responsible for most of Goten’s training.” ChiChi forbade him from training Gohan but she changed with Goten. I guess she did it for me. His heart filled with pride and as proud as he was with Goten, he knew Goten wouldn’t win. Once Gohan gets more training time in with Goten, he’ll beat Trunks.

Accepting Goten’s eventual defeat, Goku was stunned when Goten broke out of Trunks’ hold by turning into a Super Saiyan. “Goten can turn into a Super Saiyan?!”

“Goten, you idiot!” Gohan screamed.

“That was a cheap shot, Kakarrot! Your child is cheating!!”

Again Goku turned to Vegeta confused. “Don’t yell at me. ChiChi and Gohan trained him!” Goku looked back at Goten with his chest puffing with pride. “My boy is the youngest Super Saiyan ever!” He pumped a fist into the air. “Yes!!!”

Vegeta clenched his fists. Damn! Damn! Damn!! This damn match was pissing him off! Goten, trained by ChiChi and Gohan may defeat his son. “Oh, shut the hell up, Kakarrot!!”

Goku ignored Vegeta. “What kind of training did you and ChiChi give Goten?”

“Goten already knew a lot by the time I started with him last month. If I had more time, Goten would have better control of his powers.”

Goku nodded understanding. “How long has Goten been a Super Saiyan?”

Gohan shrugged. “Mom knows for sure. Goten changed while he trained with her.”

“Whoa!” Goku was floored. “You mean ChiChi’s training got Goten to be a Super Saiyan?”

“What’s a Super Saiyan?” Videl asked. “How can your brother’s hair turn blonde like that, Gohan?”

“Hair dye!” Gohan blurted. “Just… hair dye,” Gohan nervously went on to explain how that caused Goten’s hair change. Goku recalled ChiChi saying something similar to the villagers in her kingdom when asked why he and Gohan had blonde hair and teal eyes. If they are friends, why is Gohan keeping the truth from her?

Goku focused on the children again. Goten was good but needed more lessons. Trunks had the edge with his skills in flight and controlling Ki. Trunks will win but Goku was very impressed Goten kept Trunks on his toes. He has a lot of potential.

Goku was right. Trunks won but barely and slightly cheated on his own. Vegeta, who was on the verge of a breakdown earlier, patted Goku’s back and gloated, “Don’t feel too bad. My boy comes from better stock.”

“That ain’t it,” Goku disagreed. “Trunks became a Super Saiyan to beat Goten. Trunks knows Goten doesn’t have a lot of experience flying so he knew what Goten was gonna do when he dropped from the sky like a missile. Trunks was going to dodge at the last second but Goten surprised him so Trunks became a Super Saiyan and hit Goten with enough force he couldn’t catch himself in the air. Only the wall outside the ring stopped him.” Vegeta’s dumbfounded expression at Goku’s cool explanation brought a smile to Goku’s face. Heh. You didn’t know. “You trained Trunks, Vegeta. Most of Goten’s training came from ChiChi. Gohan only had a month to train Goten. It would’ve been a real shock if Trunks lost.” Goku grinned at Vegeta who wanted to punch the smile off his face.

Cheerily Goku walked off saying it was time for them to head for the preliminaries and wondering if they could eat before the adult division starts. I won but why does it feel like I still lost? Under his breath, Vegeta muttered, “Fuck you, Kakarrot.”

As everyone walked off, Videl felt insulted. They stayed through the Youth Division but won’t watch the winner fight her Dad? “Where are you going?” an annoyed Videl called out Gohan who was starting to leave, too. “Don’t you want to see your friend fight the champ?”

“Oh, you’re right,” Gohan laughed nervously. “We should.”

“Why?” Goku asked. “It’ll be boring.” Gohan stood by Videl showing his intention to stay which confused Goku until he remembered doing things for ChiChi. Does Gohan like that girl? Guess he’s at that age. “You can stay if you want, Gohan.”

As the others walked off, Videl was insulted with the brush-off. “What’s with your Dad and his friends, Gohan? They act stuck up. Dad will go light on your friend but it’s a big deal and an honor for him to be in my Dad’s presence. He saved us from Cell.”

Gohan laughed timidly. “Dad likes to joke.”

Videl didn’t think Goku was joking. “Is your Dad jealous my Dad is the current champ and your Dad isn’t anymore? He can always fight my Dad but he has to beat me before he can fight my Dad in the final round.”

“You think you can beat my Dad?” Gohan let a laugh slip from his mouth before he covered his hands. Uh-oh. Videl’s eyes thinned, her fists clenched and her mouth open as she screamed at him.

“What does that mean?! Your Dad is the former champ so he’s not as strong anymore. My Dad is the current champ. He beat Cell and I’m his daughter. That automatically makes me stronger than your Dad!”

Gohan’s eyebrows went up. “It does?”

“I know you got different skills than me, Gohan.” Videl wasn’t blind. Being around him, made Videl very aware of her weak points but she fixed that. “But I can fly and shoot Ki like you and I trained really hard this month. I’m at your level.” She knew she was. “You’ll see how good I am. I’m gonna knock out my opponent with one punch.”

That girl is in over her head if she thinks she’s super strong like you. For her sake, I hope her father’s lie doesn’t get her killed one day.

ChiChi’s words were an omen. Gohan finally understood his mother’s concerns. The longer Videl spends with him, his family and friends, the more questions Videl will have.

“Have you talked to Videl?”

Dinner was over and Gohan helped ChiChi clean up. As she washed the dishes, Gohan cleaned the kitchen table. He was in the middle of wiping down the table and chairs when he heard ChiChi’s question. “No. Why? She’s in training for the tournament like me. We’ll see each other in a couple of days.”

“You said she blackmailed you to enter the tournament. I don’t know who will eliminate her but when she loses, are you sure she will keep quiet you’re Saiyaman?”

Why was his Mom so worried? Gohan trusted Videl to keep her word. “She will, Mom. Videl understands my secrecy protects you and Goten, too. Videl won’t tell anyone out of spite because she lost.”

“I hope so, but I don’t think that’s the end of it.”

Gohan joined ChiChi at the sink. “End of what, Mom?” He dipped his towel in the hot water, squeezed it and wiped down the counter.

“If Videl meets our family and friends at the tournament, she’s gonna have more questions. Can you trust her with all our secrets?”

His mother spoke in riddles but Gohan understood. Already Videl questioned Piccolo’s skin color, Goten’s blonde hair and his Dad’s halo. Even if she doesn’t get all the answers today, she’ll press him later.

If after the tournament, I can trust Videl to keep it a secret I’m Saiyaman, I’ll tell her who I am.

****

“Did you find him?” With the Junior Division over, there was a break before the Adult Division began. ChiChi wanted to use the time to collect Goten’s winnings but she needed him with her. Five million zeni will help the family finances but it wasn’t enough. Gohan and Goku’s winnings combined with Goten’s winnings will save her father’s treasury, give ChiChi enough cushion to start her business and put aside enough money for Gohan’s high school and at least two years of tuition for Gohan’s college. 

“No.” Yamcha returned to his seat. “I talked to the attendants. They don’t know where Trunks or Goten went. I saw the other kids reuniting with their parents but maybe Goten and Trunks stayed inside to see Gohan, Goku and Vegeta fight.”

ChiChi sighed. She understood but she preferred Goten to be with her. “I guess that’s all right and it’s better to collect Gohan’s and Goku’s winnings together. We should get twenty million zeni. That’s enough to take care of things.”

Twenty million. Bulma calculated. That meant ChiChi thought Goku and Gohan would be the winner and runner-up. Vegeta should make it to the final rounds. Bulma wasn’t confident Vegeta could beat Goku but anything was possible. “Don’t count Vegeta out, ChiChi. He’s trained hard and hasn’t slacked off like Gohan and why are you so obsessed about the prize money?” It wasn’t that much and ChiChi was fine financially as far as Bulma knew. “It’s just money and it’s not that much. I can spend more than twenty million zeni on a shopping trip.”

ChiChi snorted derisively. “You have more than you’ll ever need but some of us need money to buy necessities.”

“Whoa!” Bulma felt slapped by the remark. “I’m rich but I’m not out of touch. You have money, too, ChiChi. Your investiture didn’t look cheap and your Dad has been taking care of you. You’re not starving.”

Bulma didn’t know the truth and ChiChi had her reasons for keeping quiet. She didn’t want pity or hear whispers she failed to support her family, but at this moment, ChiChi didn’t care if they knew. Bulma’s words stuck a nerve. “Five. Ten. Fifteen years ago I wasn’t starving. The first five years of my marriage Goku helped out. He brought money into the house. I didn’t rely on my Dad until Goku died. Goku’s medical bills after that fight with Vegeta were astronomical! While Goku was on Yardrat, Dad helped me and Gohan. When Goku came back, he didn’t work for three years because he had to train for the Artificial Humans and then he died! Again!! My Dad foot the bill for everything for the last twelve years! Do you know how much I had to spend on food every week for an adult Saiyan and a half-Saiyan child? Do you know how much it costs to take care of two growing half-Saiyans? Do you know what happens when you spend more money than you have coming in?! You go bankrupt! And that’s what we’re on the verge of! While the prize money is nothing for your spoiled child and your mate who’s leeched off your family since you took him in, twenty million zeni will save my family from going broke!!”

Everyone stared at ChiChi in stunned silence. Gyu-Mao lowered his head ashamed their family’s secret was out. ChiChi exhaled feeling some relief. “Excuse me.” She stood and left. After that release, she needed a moment.

When ChiChi was far off, Master Roshi asked, “Is it true, Gyu-Mao? Are you running out of money?”

Gyu-Mao confirmed with a shameful nod. “It’s true but we have a handle on it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you do.”

“Master, Goten winning five million zeni will help us.” No one said it but Gyu-Mao felt he was being judged. How could he the great Ox King, ruler of Fire Mountain be going broke? How could he not take care of his family and his kingdom? “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Unbelievable,” Mrs. Niver rolled her eyes. “You let that waste of sperm drive you broke. Wouldn’t have happened if ChiChi married Kaifun.”

“Or Kenji,” Bulma muttered. No one else would dare speak it but Bulma knew they were thinking it. “He was a good guy and would’ve provided for ChiChi. We love Goku but ChiChi wouldn’t be in this situation if she married Kenji.”

Yamcha felt closer to the situation due to his friendship with Kenji. He inadvertently introduced them and knew how hurt Kenji felt when ChiChi didn’t want to pursue a relationship. “And if ChiChi married Kenji, how do you think Goku would’ve reacted to seeing ChiChi married to another man and with a kid with him?”

“That would’ve been Goku’s problem to deal with.” Bulma suspected Goku would’ve been surprised but doubted he would’ve been hurt like Yamcha was when she told him she was pregnant with Vegeta’s baby. “Goku would’ve shrugged and said it’s fine. When Goku said goodbye to everyone, you told me he said Gohan and ChiChi didn’t need him and Gohan’s more reliable. He was nine! That doesn’t sound like a man that was going to miss his family.”

“Maybe.” Yamcha couldn’t defend Goku’s goodbye. He understood his need to protect everyone but his words devastated ChiChi and Gohan. “It does explain why ChiChi suddenly wants to work.” Yamcha hated himself. He checked in on them but he never thought to ask about money. “I never noticed there was trouble. I told ChiChi if she needed anything, to let us know. I would’ve given her money.”

“ChiChi wouldn’t have taken it,” Gyu-Mao told him. “She’s too prideful and stubborn.”

Master Roshi didn’t think ChiChi was the only one. “Seems stubbornness and pride runs in the family.”

“ChiChi’s not a Saiyan but she can be stubborn like them.” They all may have to gang up on ChiChi but Bulma was going to make her take their money. “We’ll figure it out after Goku goes back.”

Discussion of ChiChi’s finances stopped when ChiChi returned. They were silent but ChiChi saw on their faces they were talking about her. The silence continued until the announcements of who will fight whom. “You’re kidding me?” Yamcha nearly dropped his drink. “Goku against Vegeta in the first round?!”

****

The matches were set for the adults. Son Goku was happy but he couldn’t shake the ominous feeling they were on the cusp of something big happening. 

All his enemies were dead but Goku couldn’t shake something wasn’t right with Shin and his companion, Kibito. He knew they weren’t from Earth but Goku didn’t feel Shin had bad intentions for him. Piccolo will face off against Shin so that will give them a chance to see what they are dealing with.

As he waited for the matches to start, Goku checked the matchups again. He couldn’t believe he will fight Vegeta first. He thought he and Vegeta would meet in the semi or final round. Vegeta’s had a metaphoric stick up his ass since his return. He was so irritable and impatient for their match to start.

I thought seven years and settling with Bulma and Trunks would chill Vegeta but he’s still obsessed with fighting me. Pride meant everything to Vegeta and Goku knew he will bruise that pride when he defeat him.

Goku checked out Spopovich and Yamu. Gohan’s friend will face off with one of them. He recently learned she is the daughter of Mr. Satan. Goku didn’t know anything about the girl except she wasn’t strong. She won’t make it past the first round. Goku bit his lower lip to not laugh at Mighty Mask. Goten and Trunks were hiding in that costume. Vegeta seemed too preoccupied to fight him to notice. Piccolo had his eyes on Kibito and Shin. Goku wasn’t surprised Krillin and 18 hadn’t noticed but why hadn’t Gohan picked up on it?

The first match came and went without drama. Krillin easily handled Punta, but Piccolo stunned everyone forfeiting without throwing a punch. Piccolo walked off the stage and returned to the waiting area. Goku followed Piccolo for information. He noticed Piccolo quietly speaking to Shin and Kibito when he suddenly froze in fear. The two men left Piccolo alone. Goku approached asking if Shin was bullying him and if he needed to set Shin straight. Piccolo panicked and advised Goku to not say anything. This wasn’t Piccolo. This was Kami. Something about those men sent him into a panic.

“All right,” Goku gave up and returned to the arena. Videl’s match against Spopovich already started.

“How is she?” Goku asked.

“Pretty good,” Krillin told him.

“She’s doing much better than the other guy,” Gohan added. “All her blows are connecting.”

Goku heard Vegeta snort. After a few moments of watching the battle, he understood why. They were thinking the same thing but Goku wondered if he, Krillin and Gohan were watching the same thing. Videl’s blows were connecting but Videl was using more energy and was flashy with her attacks. Spopovich bled but Goku didn’t feel any Ki from him and thought he was toying with the girl.

“Yeah!” Gohan cheered when Videl knocked Spopovich down with one kick. “She did it!”

No, she didn’t. Videl hunched forward and grasped her knees. She was exhausted and Spopovich wasn’t. “There’s something weird about that guy. Your friend should forfeit, Gohan.”

Just as Goku said those words, Spopovich smacked Videl with his backhand and knocked her several feet before she bounced on the arena floor. Videl got up but Spopovich kicked her again and nearly sent her outside the ring until Videl caught herself in mid-air and floated back to the arena.

“Yeah!” Gohan cheered. “I taught her that.”

Goku wished Gohan hadn’t. “It might have been better if she had fallen out. Something is off about Spopovich. He’s not bothered by the damage he’s taken and I don’t feel any Ki from him.”

“What could that mean, Dad?”

He’s asking me. Hadn’t Gohan noticed that?

“Whoa!” Krillin cringed at Videl’s kick. “Videl broke his neck!” Spopovich’s head was turned backward. “Goku’s right. Something is strange about this guy. Videl should give up.”

“No, wait. She got this.” Gohan still believed Videl could win. She was strong enough to handle humans, His Dad and Krillin were wrong.  “Whaa….?” Spopovich flew in the air after Videl and with his Ki blast, sent Videl plummeting towards the arena stage.

Inches from crashing, Videl flipped so she landed on a knee and not her back. She winced at the pain tearing through her body. How is this guy so tough? When could he fly? He never did that before.

“He’s all flash and no substance,” Krillin declared. “He fired a Ki blast but it didn’t have enough power.

“Idiot.” Vegeta had enough. Are Kakarrot and I the only ones with brains? “He weakened his Ki on purpose because he will lose if he kills her. This match is over.”

Gohan didn’t notice. “But how?”

Again, Goku wondered what was wrong with Gohan. He expected Krillin to not notice but why hadn’t Gohan picked up what he and Vegeta noticed? He taught Gohan this in the Room of Spirit and Time. “He has powers beyond his natural abilities but why?”

Whenever Videl thought she had the upper hand, Spopovich was there to knock Videl down. A smack from his bulbous arm sent Videl flying across the arena. Her body landed on the tough flooring with a loud smack. Blood spilled with every strike against her and her painful cries echoed over the arena.

Beaten and bruised, Videl propped herself on a knee. “N-never….. I’ll never… give up.”

Her determination to stay in the fight is admirable. I wouldn’t want to give up either…. but she needs to, and if she won’t, someone needs to stop the fight for her.

Goku eyed Gohan wondering why he wasn’t stepping in. Gohan wanted to help Piccolo when he was getting beaten by Imperfect Cell. Krillin told him Gohan flew into a rage watching a Namek village be massacred. Gohan was at the age of noticing girls and from what Krillin hinted, Videl was his girlfriend. I guess she’s not special to him.

“Someone make it stop!!” someone from the audience cried out.

“This is awful!” Another scream. “Just stop it!”

“Where is Mr. Satan? Why isn’t he stopping this fight?!”

Goku kept his eyes on his son. “That’s enough, Videl!” Gohan yelled. “Give it up!”

While Goku eyed his son, wondering why he wasn’t doing anything, ChiChi had similar thoughts. High in the seats, ChiChi was on her feet cringing at the beat down. Every time Videl’s body was slammed against the arena floor sounds of ‘ooo’, ‘damn’ and murmurs of Videl’s impending death were heard.

“Spopovich wasn’t this strong at the last tournament. Is he on drugs?”

“Why isn’t Videl stronger? She’s the daughter of the man who saved us from Cell.”

“Why doesn’t she give up?! She can’t win!”

That girl is in over her head if she thinks she’s super strong like you. For her sake, I hope her father’s lie doesn’t get her killed one day.

It’s what ChiChi feared. Videl’s pride, her belief she’s so strong would keep her in a fight she should quit.

“Stop the match!” ChiChi yelled over the crowd. “She’s not as strong as she thinks!!” There were too many people yelling. ChiChi’s voice mixed with the crowd. At the entrance of the waiting area, ChiChi saw everyone looking at the fight but no one moving to stop it. “Gohan!!” It was hopeless but ChiChi screamed at him anyway. “Do something!” He yells at me when he wants to go to Namek and bring back Piccolo but he won’t stop a fight where a girl who has a crush on him will get killed?

Spopovich picked up Videl by her head, punched her stomach and flung her across the arena. Videl’s head pounded, her vision blurred, she lost some teeth and she could’ve sworn she heard Gohan telling her to give up.

I can’t… I have to fight Gohan. I’m the daughter of Mr. Satan. He killed Cell. I can beat Spopovich.

“Please,” the announcer pleaded with Videl, “you should give up.”

Videl weakly pushed herself up. “Never….. I won’t give up.”

“Why is she being so stubborn?!” Gohan growled. “She’ll get killed! That jerk doesn’t care about her!”

She won’t get killed. If Spopovich wanted Videl dead, he would’ve done it already but she’s gonna be in a lot of pain until she gets a senzu bean. Hmm? Goku noticed Gohan trembling. His Ki rose dangerously. Oh, crap. Gohan was finally getting mad. Goku remembered Gohan’s explosion at the Cell Game. If Gohan unleashes that power here, everyone in the stands could be killed. “Calm down, Gohan! She’s not gonna die!”

Gohan’s Ki kept rising. Videl’s screams and Spopovich stomping his foot on Videl’s head over and over angered Gohan so much that his bandanna and cape flew off as he exploded into a Super Saiyan.

“That’s it! He’s gone too far!”

“Bad idea!” Krillin moved closer to Vegeta “Calm down!”

“Enough fooling around!!” Yamu scolded Spopovich. “End it! This isn’t what we set out to do,” Yamu reminded him. “Just win and end the fight.”

Spopovich listened, picked up Videl and tossed her out of the ring. Gohan returned to base form and rushed out to Videl.

“Does anyone have a senzu bean?” Goku asked.

“No. We came here to have fun,” Krillin told him.

“All right. I’ll go to Korin’s and get it.” With two fingers to his forehead, Goku searched for Korin’s Ki and disappeared. The cat looked the same but Yajirobe aged and wore a mustache. Goku gave a quick rundown of why he came.

“I only have three.” Korin handed Goku a small bag. “I haven’t grown any in a while.”

“He’s putting me on a diet,” Yajirobe complained.

“Keep on your toes, Goku,” Korin warned. “I have a bad feeling about today.”

“Yeah, so do I.” Shin and Kibito, Piccolo’s forfeit, Spopovich and Yamu left Goku feeling dark times were on their way to Earth again. This can’t be my fault, can it?

****

Mark was in a panic as he rushed to the medical unit. Videl lost? Videl was hurt. It didn’t make sense. Videl shouldn’t lose to anyone except him. In the final round, he predicted facing off against his daughter and defeating her.

She got too arrogant!

That had to be the reason Videl lost. Only he was stronger than her. Miss Piiza couldn’t be right there are fighters stronger than him here. If she were, could he defeat this mysteriously strong fighter?

Of course I can! I’ve been on top all this time. I can’t lose now.

“Videl!” Mark slammed open the door. “Dear Lord,” he gasped at his daughter’s broken body on the bed. “This is horrible.”

Mark was informed Gohan brought Videl here. He promised him an autograph and dismissed the skinny boy until Videl asked Gohan to beat the guy who beat her. Mark considered that his job. He took a second look at the boy and feared he and his daughter were in a relationship. Hell, no! No skinny boy is good enough for my daughter. Videl can only date guys stronger than me. I’ll turn this boy into a pretzel.

“Sir,” a staff addressed Mark. “What should we say about Videl’s injuries? The people are waiting for an update.”

“Tell them her injuries are not that serious.”

“But, sir,” the staff member could see with his eyes that wasn’t true. He wasn’t a doctor but could see Videl lost teeth so she will need cosmetic surgery. She was hooked to an IV, could barely move and with the blows she took, might be suffering from a concussion, internal bleeding and injuries that won’t show except through an MRI or xrays. “She looks ba—”

“Tell them,” Mark threatened. “Videl’s injuries aren’t considered serious.” He knew it was a lie but the world couldn’t know how badly Videl was injured. That would hurt their brand.

The attendant left while Mark wondered about the damage control he’ll have to do to fix this.  The skinny boy left but quickly returned with something to make Videl better. Mark thought it was drugs from the way Videl suddenly jumped on the bed completely healed. Before he could throttle the skinny boy for drugging his daughter, he left for his match.

Who the hell is that kid?

“Thanks for waiting,” Gohan told Kibito as they walked out together. Gohan wondered about him. His Dad warned him to not let his guard down. Piccolo forfeited against his shorter companion. How strong is he? I hope my crash training this month is enough. I have to make it to the final rounds against Dad. I can’t lose this match.

“Good luck, Gohan!!”

“Do your best even if you can’t win!!”

What? Gohan searched for the call of his name in the crowd. Oh, no! Erasa? Sharpner?! Oh, yeah. They came to support Videl. “How did they know I’m Saiyaman?” His cape. His bandanna. They came off when he was mad at Spopovich. “Great. I outed myself.” He removed his glasses. “No sense hiding it now.” Gohan grinned and waved at his classmates. Mom’s gonna kill me if this causes the media to show up at our house.

Gohan struck a pose once the announcer started the match. These matches are timed. Can I fight for thirty minutes without showing my true powers? I have to protect Mom and Goten’s privacy.

“Turn into a Super Saiyan,” Kibito ordered Gohan. “I want to see if you can help us if we need you.”

He knows about Super Saiyans. Who is this guy? Gohan was undecided if he should honor the request until Piccolo told him to.

Piccolo ordering Gohan to expose himself as a Super Saiyan got Goku’s attention. He didn’t like it. “What is it, Piccolo?” He respected Piccolo’s request to not ask what made him forfeit against Shin but now Piccolo was involving his son. “Whatever you know, tell us now.”

Shin warned Goku he and the others to not interfere. They needed to use Gohan. This didn’t comfort Goku at all. What did these beings need his son for? Vegeta didn’t like it either as he asked. “Why should we listen to you? Who are you!?”

“He’s the Supreme Kai!” Piccolo informed everyone. “He is Lord over all Kais and all Gods.”

Whoa. Even Goku was stunned by this information. “King Kai told me about you.” Is this guy as great as King Kai said? Goku still didn’t like the Supreme Kai’s interest in his son or the warning that Yamu and Spopovich will attack him, but for now, complied.

Recovered, Videl rushed to the arena. She wanted to see Gohan fight but what she saw was something she didn’t expect. Videl couldn’t translate what she was seeing but Gohan changed before her. His hair. It’s golden. His body is shining. He’s the Golden Warrior, too?! Is Gohan even human?

Gohan felt a thrill as he turned into a Super Saiyan. The surge of strength and power gave a boost to his mild-mannered behavior. Some would call it confidence. Some would call it arrogance. “I’m a Super Saiyan. What happens now? Do we fight like this?”

While Kabito was impressed with Gohan’s power, Vegeta wasn’t. “Feh. Gohan was better when he beat Cell. He slacked off his training and is a shell of himself. Peacetime has made him weak.”

“It’s still more than we imagined,” the Supreme Kai was impressed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop this power.”

The impressiveness of the Supreme Kai began to fade in Goku’s eyes. King Kai told me about him but if he’s impressed with Gohan at this stage, then he’s not as strong as I thought.

In the stands, Gohan’s friends continued to be shocked by the secrets revealed of their mild-mannered classmate.

Erasa was almost speechless. “Is that…..?”

“Yeah,” Sharpner thought Gohan was a weakling. No wonder he bagged that college girl. “That’s the Golden Warrior. Gohan was him, too? Damn. I thought he was a beanpole.”

“I knew there was something special about him.” Erasa gleamed at Gohan’s glow. “I bet Videl knew, too. She said she was getting some secret training from Gohan for the tournament. She told me Gohan and Leska aren’t a thing anymore. I wonder… I wonder how close they’ve gotten. If Gohan’s still available, I’m going after him.”

On the other side of the stadium, ChiChi, Bulma and Yamcha heard the murmurs of civilians on Gohan’s transformation. “Weren’t there a bunch of blonde glowing people around Mr. Satan when he fought Cell?”

“Yup. Hair is different but that boy looks like one of them.”

“Does that mean we’re gonna see those special effects we saw then?” another asked. “Those boys from the junior portion did the same thing.”

“Oh, boy,” Bulma murmured under her breath. “This is not what we want.” She squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Geez, I’m gonna have TV crews all over my lawn.”

“What the hell’s Gohan thinking turning into a Super Saiyan?” Yamcha questioned. “He told everyone to not do that.”

ChiChi questioned that, too, but patiently waited for Gohan to do something and show the crowd how strong and amazing her son is. Her joy turned to horror when Spopovich and Yamu jumped into the ring. Spopovich wrapped a bulbous arm around Gohan’s neck while Yamu stabbed Gohan in his side. “Gohan!” ChiChi screamed. What were they doing to her son? Gohan couldn’t break the hold of the strange men. “Fight ‘em!” she yelled over the crowd. Gohan’s stronger than them. He should knock them off!

“This can’t be in the rules!” Gyu-Mao argued. “You can’t sabotage someone in a fight! They should be disqualified! Why isn’t the announcer doing anything?!”

Gohan’s painful scream reached ChiChi’s sensitive ears. Her baby. It didn’t matter Gohan was a young man who could take care of himself. It didn’t matter Gohan defeated Cell. Her son was in pain and needed help.

Goku! ChiChi spotted her husband with Piccolo, Krillin and Vegeta. Why aren’t you helping our son?!

If he wasn’t gonna help, she damn sure will! “Momma’s coming, Gohan!”

“ChiChi, no!” Gyu-Mao called out but ChiChi was already running down the seats, pushing and knocking over anyone in her way. “Move!” ChiChi’s booted foot stepped on a man’s shoulder. “Out of my way!” A man walking to his seat carrying food was pushed aside. “I need to save my son!” Another poor fella was tossed in the air as he blocked ChiChi’s path in reaching Gohan.

Unaware of the calamity in the stands the announcer’s commentated on Gohan’s struggle with Yamu and Spopovich. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I have no idea what’s going on but Saiyaman has been stabbed! It doesn’t look like a knife but stabbing isn’t allowed! Stop! You’re breaking the rules!”

“Fuck off!” Spopovich warned. “If anyone comes near us, we’ll kill you!”

“GOHAN!!!!!!” ChiChi was near the bottom of the seats! “Hang on! Momma’s comin’ to save you!”

“Oh, shit!” Krillin saw several people be tossed in the air by ChiChi. She was getting closer and closer. “It’s ChiChi!”

Goku saw his wife barreling down the steps and flipping over anyone in her way. She was an enraged woman on a mission. “Oh, no! This is bad!”

“No one must interfere!” Supreme Kai warned gauging Gohan as his energy continued to be drained.

“You don’t know Goku’s wife!” Krillin told him. “She can’t be stopped when her children are in danger.”

“She’s getting closer,” Goku warned. ChiChi’s strong but Goku knew she couldn’t handle Spopovich and Yamu. He would step in if they lay a finger on ChiChi. Though looking at her, one would think she can kick anyone’s ass. I should stop her but I kinda wanna see ChiChi fight.

Spopovich and Yamu were too focused on draining Gohan to notice ChiChi approaching until she kicked Yamu’s head. Similar to what Videl did to Spopovich, Yamu’s head twisted backward. Yamu dropped the device he used to drain Gohan’s energy to adjust his head. Spopovich held Gohan while ChiChi landed on her feet. She put her fists up and bounced like a boxer.

“Get your hands off my son!!!! Release him!” Yamu ignored ChiChi as he picked up his device and jammed it into Gohan again. Furious, ChiChi charged at them. “Rrraagh!”

But before ChiChi could reach them, ChiChi was suddenly lifted off her feet. A strong hand wrapped around her waist. It was seven years, but she knew that muscled body that held her before he spoke. “No, ChiChi. You can’t.”

“Goku!” ChiChi pulled on his arm. “Let me go!” Her legs kicked in the air as Goku pulled her away. “Our son needs help! Why aren’t you helping him?!” ChiChi’s hands reached back to claw at Goku’s face. “Ow. Ow. Ow,” ChiChi heard Goku whine as she grasped a piece of his hair. Good! He deserved it after watching their son be attacked and doing nothing. ChiChi wiggled her body against Goku’s. Goku always took her lightly so she knew whatever hold Goku had on her wasn’t a strong one and it was easy for her to slip out. “Let go of me!” ChiChi pulled herself free. She took two steps before Goku grabbed her and pulled her back again. “Stop it, Goku!” She wriggled and tried to wrestle her body free. “Our son----” ChiChi froze as she felt something hard pressing against her. 

ChiChi broke free and turned. She saw the familiar and meeting her husband’s face saw his sheepish grin. ChiChi smacked Goku’s chest. “Are you insane?!” ChiChi screamed. “Our son is in danger!! This is not the time to---” ChiChi was silenced when Goku pulled her against him.

The hard bulge left ChiChi speechless but the intense gaze Goku gave her, left her wet. The noise of the audience fell away. The faint sounds of her son fell silent as ChiChi only saw and felt Goku.

“Don’t do this, ChiChi. Don’t be angry. Not now,” his voice was laced with pain, lust and a plea to not push him. His eyes revealed the conflicting battle brewing in him. “ You have no idea what---”

“I know,” ChiChi finished for him. She wasn’t blind. In the years since his death, ChiChi thought of her arguments with Goku and how some started small and grew into full-blown arguments where after she calmed down, Goku wanted to make up with kissing that sometimes grew into intense sex. It took a while before ChiChi noticed a pattern of Goku instigating fights. “I know what it does, but Goku.” Gohan’s painful scream returned which caused ChiChi to release a sob. “Our son. He’s in pain.”

“He’ll be okay,” Goku promised ChiChi. “You know I’ll never let anything happen to Gohan. I didn’t with Cell and I won’t now. Trust me.”

ChiChi wept silently. She didn’t understand all of Goku’s actions but knew she could trust him to make the right decision for the safety of their family. “I do but I can’t stand our son in pain.”

Goku embraced ChiChi and shielded her from viewing and hearing Gohan’s pain. “Don’t look. Don’t listen. Close your eyes and listen to my voice. Gohan can handle it. You know that.” ChiChi closed her eyes. She gripped his arms when she heard Gohan screaming but relaxed hearing Goku soothingly talking to her. “It’s over. Kibito will return Gohan to normal. Gohan’s friend is with him. The Supreme Kai is leaving to follow those two who took Gohan’s energy. I’m gonna follow and see what’s going on.”

“What?” ChiChi broke from him. Above her, ChiChi saw the one Goku called Supreme Kai fly off. Behind her, she saw the one called Kibito leaning over Gohan. Videl was by his side, too. “Go? Go where?”

“There’s something strange going. It might be another threat to Earth.”

“No. Not again.” This couldn’t be happening again. Not on today of all days. “Why you? You can’t go. You’re only here for one day. This is our only chance, Goku.”

It might be but Goku knew he had to investigate. He needed to know why he had to stay back while Gohan got his energy drained. He needed to know what Spopovich and Yamu planned to do with Gohan’s energy. He needed to know if his return triggered bad news for Earth again.

“I guess I’ll go.” It wasn’t as if Krillin had a choice. If Goku was going, he knew he had to. “I gotta tell my wife first.”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Vegeta didn’t care when Videl and Gohan went down. He didn’t flinch when ChiChi appeared in the ring. He didn’t give a damn when the Supreme Kai followed Spopovich and Yamu but Goku announcing his intentions to leave was too damn much. “We have a duel to fight!”

Goku almost couldn’t believe Vegeta. “Vegeta, can’t you see there’s more---”

“Don’t you run out on me!” Vegeta shut Goku down. “I don’t give a damn about the Supreme Kai! I only came to this infantile tournament to settle the score between us! You will not deny me this chance!”

Wow. He’s really obsessed with a rematch. “Okay. Okay,” he gave in. “I’ll promise I fight you later even if it is not in the Budokai.”  

“Bullshit! You’re only here for one day!”

“Then come with us,” Goku encouraged him. “After we settle what’s going on, we can fight.” He flashed Vegeta a smile. It worked with ChiChi when she was angry with him. Goku hoped for the same results for Vegeta. Vegeta answered with a low growl. Ah, it was working. He was considering it.

“Enough talk,” Piccolo jumped in the air. “Let’s go!”

Goku and ChiChi went to Kibito. ChiChi knelt to Goku and stroked his hair while Goku confirmed, “You’ll take care of Gohan?”

“Yes,” Kibito promised. “And I’ll follow you. I’m sure Gohan will follow us, too.”

“No!” ChiChi protested. “Why does he have to go?”

“Gohan needs to know what’s going on,” Goku told ChiChi. “He’s the one who can protect Earth. I can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m only here for a day, ChiChi. I’ll do what I can but if this can’t be resolved today, it’s up to Gohan.” There was also King Kai’s warning he do not interfere in the affairs of the living. ChiChi was too emotional right not to accept that.

“But the prize money,” ChiChi tried again to convince Goku to stay. “If you and Gohan don’t win it…..” Goten’s money wasn’t enough and the last thing ChiChi wanted was to burden Goku on the troubles at home. “Goku, I need you to win this money for us.”

“Why? Your Dad has plenty of money. You’ll be fine.”

“But, Goku…..”

Goku jumped in the air. He couldn’t stay to talk. He needed to leave. What ChiChi wanted to say had to wait. “I gotta go catch up with the Supreme Kai, ChiChi. We’ll talk when I get back,” Goku promised as he flew off.   

“Jackass,” Vegeta snarled as he watched Goku fly off. His departure lessened the chance of a rematch. It was in the cards! It was fate!! The tournament decided they will fight in the first round. It was meant to be!

Our rematch.

If he didn’t follow him, Vegeta knew he would not get his rematch and he wanted that rematch.

I’ll promise I fight you later even if it is not in the Budokai.

“Damn him!” Vegeta growled and flew after Goku. “How does he always get under my skin?!”

18 watched her husband fly off. She was worried. She wanted to go with her husband to protect him but she needed to win money for the family. He better not be harmed. She noticed her friend standing over her son worried as Kibito revives Gohan. She must be a wreck inside.

As ChiChi patted Gohan down to make sure he was all right Gohan was baffled at ChiChi being on the arena floor. “Mom?” He thought he heard her voice but thought he was delusional. “What are you doing here?” Gohan looked around and noticed everyone except 18 was gone. “Where did my Dad go?”

“Follow if you want the story,” Kibito answered before he flew off.

He was going to but Gohan turned to his mother first. He expected her to tell him to stay but she needed to know he had to go. “I know I can’t stop you,” ChiChi surprised Gohan, “but promise you and your Dad will be safe. I lost your father. I can’t lose you, too.”

“I promise, Mom, and with Dad here, you know I’ll be all right.”

“I want to come with you.” Videl didn’t want to be left out. Gohan owed her an explanation. When he changed, it sparked a deep memory from her childhood. Seeing Gohan’s Dad and his friends fly off took Videl back to seven years ago when she prayed her father beat Cell. She needed to follow to know if what she now suspected was true. “There are so many things I don’t know and I want to know.”

“Videl,” ChiChi intervened, “you almost died. You can’t go where Gohan’s going.”

“This might be dangerous,” Gohan added, but he knew she wouldn’t listen. She was too stubborn.

“I won’t get in the way,” Videl promised, “but I’ll follow even if you say no.”

Knew it. “Will you promise to pull out if it gets dangerous?”

“I will,” Videl agreed.

A worried ChiChi watched her son and Videl fly off unaware of 18 standing by. “Looks like I will be the winner. No competition.” 18 heard the conversation between ChiChi and Goku. ChiChi never said it to her but 18 suspected there were money issues. “I’ll share some of my money with you.”

“No,” ChiChi turned down her friend. “You don’t have to share with me. Goten won five million zeni. That’s enough for us. Use that ten million zeni to find a nice place for your family. Get my goddaughter out of that pervert’s house.”

ChiChi said it with a smile but the blonde was stoic. “You haven’t said anything but I know you are having money problems, ChiChi. I’ve noticed some things.”

“What things?”

“You’ve been borrowing from your Dad since I’ve known you. Now you want to grow a garden to sell food and start a catering business. Why are suddenly wanting to make money unless you need to? And…. your house is becoming run down.”

“No, it’s not!”

“ChiChi,” 18 turned a blind eye but not anymore, “the walls need painting. I’ve noticed when I visit you sit in the same seat on your sofa or it’s always covered so Marron and I can’t sit. The knobs on your bathroom sink in the hall broke when Marron used it. You are missing some tiles on the shower wall.”

ChiChi hoped no one noticed. “I told Goten to always keep the shower curtain closed when we have guests. I don’t use the washer when Gohan and Goten are home,” ChiChi confessed. “It makes loud noises. I thought about having Aki look at it but he’ll tell me it needs new parts or I need a new washer. I’ve always paid him but I can’t now. Does anyone else know?”

“No. No one’s said anything. I don’t think they’ve noticed. They seem to still gloss over things with you. I’ll keep quiet,” 18 promised, “but I’ll also help you.”

“Lazuli----”

“I will win enough for both of us. I’m not leaving with ten million zeni. I’m leaving with more.”

“But how?” ChiChi didn’t understand. “Ten million is the top prize.”

18 flipped her blonde hair. She spotted Mr. Satan from the corner of her left eye. He’s had his eyes on her ever since Videl flew off with Gohan. He was her opponent and she knew exactly what she had to do to win enough money for her and ChiChi’s families. “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

****

Flying with Supreme Kai, Goku learned who would Gohan’s energy. A wizard named Bobbidi needed it to release Majin Boo so he could continue his destruction in the universe. He learned Earth was Bobbidi’s next target before Majin Boo was sealed and hidden on Earth when very few humans existed. This was some relief to Goku since it meant he wasn’t the cause of the evil. It had been on Earth for hundreds of years before he came. With the threat of Majin Boo coming unreleased, Earth was a target and that meant ChiChi, Gohan and Goten were in danger and he had to protect them.

“Warlocks take advantage of the evil within people. Bobbidi controls them.” The Kai explained what happened to Spopovich and Yamu. “Let’s hope he doesn’t have anyone formidable on his side.”

“Why’d you leave this Djinn lying around if you knew what it could do?” Goku understood it was safe to leave Majin Boo here when few humans existed but there were millions of people on Earth now.

“We didn’t know what could break the seal. We thought only Bibbidi could unseal Majin Boo and I killed him. Keeping Majin Boo here was the safest decision. I didn’t know he had a son. Bobbidi.”

Bobbidi can tap into the evil of people. Red Ribbon Army. King Piccolo. Raditz. Vegeta. Nappa. So many chances Majin Boo could’ve been released. Goku thought of the group with him. Vegeta and Piccolo ain’t evil but they do have dark sides. At least they’re too stubborn to fall for Bobbidi’s tricks.

“Dad!!!”

Gohan! Goku was relieved he joined them. Kibito kept his word and restored Gohan but as he felt Gohan’s Ki, Goku noticed Kibito didn’t restore all of Gohan’s power. If we had more senzu beans, I’d give Gohan one but we need to conserve the two we have for an emergency.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Gohan apologized. “Videl was with us but she decided to go back. She’ll let everyone know what’s going on.”

****

Videl felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders. She flew alone on her way back to the tournament to let Gohan’s family and friends know what was going on. She wanted to join Gohan but accepted the truth. She wasn’t strong or fast enough to keep up with Gohan and Kibito and tagging along would only hold Gohan back.

But before she parted. She finally got the truth. For years, she believed her father when he told her he beat Cell. At nine, her Dad was so strong in her eyes. Videl believed no one could defeat her Dad.

But in the last month, the Golden Warrior and Saiyaman (both Gohan) planted seeds of doubt. Gohan can fly. Gohan can create energy from his hands. All the things she saw at the Cell Game; the things her father told her were special effects were a lie. 

When Gohan changed into the Golden Warrior in front of Kibito, Videl remembered the fighters at the Cell Game. She remembered the ones with golden hair. Among them was a boy. If that boy was Gohan, then the man who fought Cell first was Gohan’s father. It had to be him but if he is Gohan’s father then….

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your Dad?”

“Seven years.”

“How many fights have you been in?”

“A few. My last one was seven years ago. Dad wanted me to fight someone I didn’t expect to fight.”

“The guy with the halo is my Dad.”

“Your Dad. The one you said is dead but divorced your Mom?”

“No, he’s dead. Didn’t you see the halo over his head?”

It made sense now. It explained why Gohan was happy to see his Dad. It explained his absence for seven years. It explained what Gohan’s friend, Leska, told her.

“I didn’t see anything in that fight with Cell to make me think your Dad beat him. He got knocked out of the ring.”

“Yeah,” Videl agreed with that, “but he came back later to beat Cell after those other people failed.”

“I didn’t see a video of that. The last video anyone saw was some kid fighting Cell after some big, blonde guy fought him. Maybe they defeated Cell.”

Videl was so angry Leska spoke so poorly of her father but the young woman spoke the truth. Gohan, his Dad and friends fought Cell. They were the ones to beat him. His Dad died in that fight. Videl didn’t know how he could be on Earth if he was dead but she knew it wasn’t her father who defeated Cell.

Dad lied and he made his fortune off what Gohan’s Dad and his friends did. Another realization struck Videl. Gohan’s mother. She was so shocked to learn who her father was. She was so angry that day.

No wonder Gohan’s mother was mad. All the money Dad’s made. It should’ve gone to Gohan’s family.

Videl felt sick to her stomach. All the times she admired her father; all the times she thought he was the strongest and beat Cell; all the pressure she felt to be as strong as her Dad. He was her motivation to get stronger. She worked with the police and fought criminals because she thought that was the training she needed to be as strong as him.  

All this time, Dad lied to me. He made me think I was stronger than what I am. Videl’s heart raced as she thought of all the times she went with the police to fight criminals. Videl never feared being shot or hurt because she was so confident she could beat up anyone. Her Dad defeated Cell so she thought she was strong, too.

”Akuji,” Videl whispered. That criminal could’ve killed her if not for Gohan. “Spopovich.” Videl shut her eyes recalling the recent beating she took. She heard the pleas to quit but didn’t because she was Mr. Satan’s daughter, the man who defeated Cell. I could’ve been killed because of a lie.

The dark truth rattled Videl. It shocked her. It angered her. Videl flew faster. She was going to confront her father and she didn’t care if he was in the middle of a match. She was going to make him confess his misdeeds and for the first time in seven years, do the right thing.

That was her plan until she saw Goten and the winner of the Junior Division flying towards her. Videl explained to the boys where their fathers and Gohan went. If she knew they were going to fly off and join the fight, she wouldn’t have told them. Where they were going was dangerous. Even they can fly faster than me.  Videl flew on. She had to inform Gohan’s mother on what was going and confront her father.

****

As Vegeta thought, the Supreme Kai and Kibito weren’t very powerful. They were the most incompetent otherworldly beings he ever came across. They needed Gohan’s power to find Bobbidi. They weren’t aware of Bobbidi hiding his spaceship underground. They were unaware of the Demon King, Dabura under his control.

Their lack of awareness convinced Goku to send Krillin away. Vegeta agreed that was a smart choice. He was the weakest among the group, but before Krillin could leave, the group was shocked by Spopovich and Yamu’s sudden death by Bobbidi and Dabura discovering them. Dabura killed Kibito and spat on Piccolo and Krillin, turning them to stone.

Vegeta, Goku and Gohan ignored the Supreme Kai and followed Dabura down the shaft to Bobbidi’s ship. They had to reverse the spit curse on Piccolo and Krillin. They used Rock, Paper and Scissors to see who will go first. Vegeta demanded they keep playing until he won. Vegeta wanted to go first. He wanted to show how strong he’s gotten in seven years.

But Pocus wasn’t a challenge. Even when Bobbidi changed the environment to give Pocus an advantage, he was still outmatched by Vegeta who killed with little effort. Their next opponent was Yakon and Goku was up next. Vegeta knew Goku trained so he was eager to see how much stronger he’s gotten. Not stronger than him. Vegeta was confident of that but he was also getting impatient. He wanted these matches to end. From what he saw, all these beings Supreme Kai feared were beneath all of them. Maybe seven years ago, they might have been a challenge but not now. Not even Dabura. His speed and strength weren’t impressive. As long as they avoided his spit, Vegeta thought he was beatable.

Yakon was fast but no threat. Bobbidi was up to his usual tricks making the environment an advantage to his stooges. He darkened the room to pitch black. Goku had a trick for that by turning into a Super Saiyan to light up the room. Vegeta conceded that would’ve been his next step, too, and it would’ve given Yakon a great advantage for he would’ve sucked the Super Saiyan power out of him like he did Goku and return him to base form.

Kakarrot will struggle against this one. Yakon is too strong to beat in base form alone. Vegeta contemplated it would be a struggle for him, too. How to beat an opponent with Super Saiyan energy without transforming into one? Even if I had the power to change again, that bastard would eat my power and get stronger.

“I’m gonna handle this myself!” Goku rejected Gohan’s offer to help and transformed into a Super Saiyan again.

What the fuck is that idiot doing? He’s gonna give Yakon more power.

“He is being stupid!” The Supreme Kai disapproved of Goku’s decision. “Why do you all insist on fighting alone! This isn’t a game!”

“He is not stupid!” Vegeta didn’t know what the hell Goku was going to do but he knew Goku wasn’t stupid. Besides, only he can call Goku an idiot. “He has a plan.” Kakarrot wouldn’t turn into a Super Saiyan unless he knew how to win. The Supreme Kai is an incompetent God and fool. Yakon sucked more of Goku’s energy but he didn’t return to base form. Goku’s Ki kept rising. He’s feeding him. Is Kakarrot trying to overload him? Vegeta kept watching Yakon grow fatter and fatter and felt Goku’s ki rising higher and higher until Goku blasted a large blast of his ki into Yakon he blew up like a popped balloon.

What….the… fuck.

“I see.” Vegeta figured it out.

“Hey! The ground opened up!” Goku returned to base form and jumped down to the next level with Gohan. A stunned Supreme Kai and Vegeta followed.

That son of a dick passed the Super Saiyan wall, too. Dammit to hell! I trained all these years and that jackass surpasses me again! If I gave all that power to Yakon, I wouldn’t be able to maintain my Super Saiyan form.

“You’re up next, Gohan,” Goku was eager for this match. “I can’t wait to see how much stronger you are.”

“Feh,” Vegeta scoffed. You’re in for disappointment, Kakarrot. “Gohan used peace as an excuse to slack off. We’re stronger than him.” And Kakarrot is stronger than me again! “But who knows how Gohan will be when he’s angry.” As soon as we beat these minions of Bobbidi, Kakarrot will want to fight. He’ll kick my ass.  

Vegeta couldn’t let that happen. He would not be humiliated again. This is my only chance to restore myself as the true Prince of Saiyans. I won’t let Kakarrot win. He has the blood of Third Class Warriors. I have the blood of royal warriors!

He watched Goku happily chat with Gohan. Vegeta didn’t understand how Goku could be stronger than him. Their first encounter caught him off guard. He never expected one from a line of Third Class Warriors to inflict pain on him; to force him to change into an Oozaru to get the upper hand. It never should’ve come to that. He never should’ve been forced to beg Goku with his dying breath to stop Freeza. It shouldn’t have been him to sacrifice himself to Cell with his son delivering the final blow. All those victories should’ve gone to him, the Prince of Saiyans. From a young child, Vegeta knew he was destined for greatness.

“Don’t worry, Young Prince. I have the edge because I’m older and you’re still a child.”

The words didn’t please young Vegeta. Being a child didn’t mean anything. He’s killed many and yet he couldn’t best Nappa, his guardian and escort. He was older and had elite blood but Vegeta felt he should’ve surpassed him by now.   

“You can still kick Raditz’s ass.” Although that didn’t mean much in Nappa’s eyes. “He is the trash of a Third Class Warrior.” Nappa checked the other Saiyan child. He was staring off into space again. He had some injuries from the last battle but had potential. His power reading at birth was phenomenal. To be a child of a Third Class Saiyan traveling with the Saiyan Prince was an honor, but lately, the child was showing weakness. “He needs to toughen up. He’s still upset about our planet. If it weren’t only us left, I’d kill him so his weakness doesn’t spill over and contaminate us.”

“Contaminate?” Vegeta knew of Raditz’s struggle. He wasn’t bothered by it. He understood. “He misses his parents. He had a chance to see his father before he left on his mission. He didn’t see his mother before he left.” Vegeta didn’t talk to his father before he left with Nappa. If he had known the last time was the final time……

“Uh!” Vegeta dropped to the floor after Nappa’s fist smashed his face. That blow rattled his body. He got hits like this from Nappa before but only in training. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You’re being contaminated. Emotions weaken us, Vegeta. Sentimentality over the dead weakens us. That soft-hearted shit will get you killed.”

“He won’t weaken me. I only---”

“You’re the Prince of Saiyans. That means you are meant to be stronger than all of us. You are meant to be stronger than your father. It’s in your blood. To keep that strength, you need to be cold and ruthless and discard any trash or even a Third Class Warrior can knock you off your mantle.” Nappa scoffed. “What kind of Saiyan Prince could you be if you let that happen?”

Vegeta snarled as he watched the son of a Third Class Warrior who excel him again watch his son battle Dabura. How did he excel me again? The skies above him rattled as Gohan and Dabura traded punches. How did that brat excel me? I should’ve been the one to defeat Cell and this child from the lineage of a Third Class Warrior defeated him.

What kind of Saiyan Prince could you be if you let that happen?

A soft-hearted sentimental fool. That’s what Vegeta saw himself as. He had every opportunity in seven years to excel Gohan and Goku.

Where did I go wrong?

Bulma and Trunks popped into his mind.

Emotions weaken us, Vegeta. That soft-hearted shit will get you killed.

It didn’t start that way. It just happened. A fling produced a child he did not want. He didn’t bother to save the babe when he and Bulma’s lives were threatened. But in those seven years, something happened.

We have a second chance compared to ourselves in our son’s alternate future. Our future is unwritten. We can make it what we want.

I want you to teach me to be strong like you. I wanna know how to fight.

Come on, Vegeta. It’s a day in the park with me and Trunks. What’s wrong with that?

Thanks for taking me to the park, Dad.

Vegeta…. I love you.

“I won’t imagine everything you’ve been through but you do have things in common with my Goku. He was alone, too. All he knew was fighting. He was never exposed to another way of life until we married. It was an adjustment for him. It didn’t make him soft and gullible and it won’t happen to you either. It will make you stronger.”

“Stronger?”

“Goku enjoyed fighting a strong opponent but having someone to protect gave him that extra motivation to not give up. Imagine what it will do for you.”

Emotions weaken us, Vegeta. That soft-hearted shit will get you killed.

Fuck. It didn’t get him killed… yet but it did weaken him. What made it horrific is Vegeta didn’t hate the changes in him. He liked it.

Fuck. Nappa would be disappointed in him. Gohan wasted his potential but Vegeta saw the seven years as a waste of his potential. He needed to be the warrior he was before he came to Earth.

To keep that strength, you need to be cold and ruthless and discard any trash.

Bulma and Trunks appeared in his mind again. No. They weren’t trash. They were…. a slight hinderance. He can have them and still be the warrior he’s meant to be.

I need to be the man I was.

But that would take years. He didn’t have years. Goku was leaving in a day. He had to fight him. He had to defeat him.

How can I be that warrior again?

“Warlocks take advantage of the evil within people…….as he did with Spopovich and Yamu.”

Vegeta discarded that information from the Supreme Kai but now he saw it as useful. Could Bobbidi make me the warrior I was?

It went against him to subject himself to that. He didn’t take power from anyone.  Kakarrot is leaving in a day. I need to defeat him.

As Vegeta wrestled on what to do, he watched Gohan battle Dabura. After a few minutes, it was starting to get to him. Gohan was putting up a poor show against Dabura. He was missing his target and Dabura retaliated with Ki and blows that sent Gohan crashing into the ground and lakes around them. Vegeta saw the frustration on Gohan’s face. He knew he should be better and he wasn’t.

Dabura is strong but he’s beatable. Gohan at nine would’ve pummeled him. What a fucking embarrassment. Vegeta checked Goku. His eyes were focused on the battle. He revealed nothing. What are you thinking, Kakarrot? Are you disappointed in your son, too?

“So, he uses magic,” Goku said after a long silence of watching Gohan. “He’s tougher than I thought.”

You’re making excuses for your son. “He shouldn’t have this much trouble with him, Kakarrot. Pathetic.”

Goku blinked and for a second Vegeta saw a flicker of change in Goku’s eyes. Was he ready to acknowledge what Vegeta thought? “He really has been slacking.”

Slacking my ass. He’s a complete embarrassment to the Saiyan lineage! All that power! All that strength coursing through him and he wastes it! If I had his power, I could’ve beaten Freeza. I could’ve beaten Cell. I could be the strongest Saiyan and Kakarrot could never reach me!! I’d give anything to have that power!

The more Gohan and Dabura battled, the angrier Vegeta got. He saw every error Gohan made. He saw every missed opportunity for Gohan to strike back and deliver a final blow to Dabura squandered. All that fucking power going to waste. Studying. Socializing. What a fucking waste.

It was when Gohan was huffing and puffing exhausted while Dabura stood unopposed that finally pissed off Vegeta. It was no longer a matter of waiting for Gohan to beat Dabura. The Saiyan pride was on the line.

“Fuck it!” Vegeta lost his temper. “Now, I’m annoyed. I’ll finish off Dabura.” Goku tried to plead with Vegeta to wait and let Gohan keep fighting but Vegeta saw enough. “This damn fight is taking too long. I don’t care about any of this shit! I just want to fight you! That’s why I went to the damn tournament. That’s why I followed you here. I want to fight you and if I have to fight Dabura so I can get my match with you, so be it!”

I’ll even take power from Bobiddi.

Vegeta’s rant got Goku’s attention. It worried him. Vegeta was too blind and consumed with him to see what was important. Vegeta, I thought you changed.

The scenery around them returned to the waiting area of the ship. Dabura departed but left a cryptic warning a new fighter will emerge.

Does he mean me? Vegeta wondered. My outburst should’ve gotten his attention.

“Ahhh!” Sharp stabbing pain hit his head suddenly.

Hello, Vegeta.

Dark energy poured into him. He felt sickened and wanted to reject it but there was something familiar about this power. It felt…. good in a way. The power pulled memories of his past; memories of him happily slaughtering innocent civilians with Nappa and Raditz.

Vegeta… don’t you want to come to bed? You trained enough for today.

Bulma appeared in his mind again. She wore a lacy red lingerie. “Rrgh!” he willed the image away. He couldn’t think of her. If he did, he’ll think of……

I can be as strong as you, Dad. You’ll see.

No! No! Vegeta welcomed Bobbidi’s wickedness. It erased Bulma and Trunks from his mind. Ah, yes. This is what he needed. He could feel his power surging in him. He felt stronger, darker.

Vegeta could hear the Supreme Kai warning him to empty his mind so he couldn’t consume it. Gohan called out to him but Vegeta ignored them. This is what he needed. This is what he was missing. With this power, he can finally defeat…..

Vegeta…. I love you.

Thanks for taking me to the park, Dad. You’re the best.

Wow! Dad, you’re so strong!!

Vegeta… being with you, makes me happy.

Emotions weaken us, Vegeta. That soft-hearted shit will get you killed.

You’re the Prince of Saiyans. It’s in your blood. To keep that strength, you need to be cold and ruthless and discard any trash or even a Third Class Warrior can knock you off your mantle.

A Third Class Warrior.

Vegeta saw Goku staring at him. He could feel the Saiyan’s shock and fear. It thrilled Vegeta. Bulma and Trunks faded from his mind as he let Bobbidi’s power consume him. All he saw was Goku. That was what mattered. And the power he was getting will finally allow him to topple and destroy this lowly spawn of the Third Class Warrior for good.

Vegeta felt a burning on his forehead as the Majin emblem was branded on him. A small price to pay to defeat you, Kakarrot. Nothing will get in my way. Not Bulma. Not Trunks. Nothing!!!

Vegeta cackled. Ah, he hadn’t felt this good in years!!! The shock and horror on Goku and Gohan’s faces were delightful. He only wanted to defeat Goku but felt like destroying Gohan for kicks. It’d show him to now waste his latent power.

Vegeta thought the battle would take place on the ship but Bobbidi surprised them by transporting them back to the arena of the Tenkaichi Budokai.

****

Bulma rolled her eyes at Mr. Satan celebrating his victory over 18. A battle royale was decided to determine the outcome of the Tenkaichi Budokai. The finale was between 18 and Mr. Satan with 18 throwing the match for him. Bulma initially thought Goku, Vegeta, Gohan or Piccolo would overthrow that arrogant cheater. “We’ll have to hear his gloating for more years to come.”

“It’s probably the best outcome,” Yamcha thought. “You and ChiChi wouldn’t want reporters harassing you if Goku, Vegeta or Gohan won.”

Bulma complained earlier but with her compound, she was safe from reporters. She might run into issues when going out with Vegeta. He’d likely cause a scene destroying cameras and property. ChiChi lived too far out for any reporters to harass her she thought. 18 lived on Master Roshi’s island. She and Krillin were safe. “Where the hell are they anyway? They left over an hour ago.”

“I’m more concerned about Goten and Trunks.” Bulma used her name and money to bypass security and visit the arena grounds where the remaining fighters remained. They visited 18 after her loss but couldn’t find their sons. “They’re not here.” After 18 exposed them in the Battle Royale, ChiChi hoped Goten and Trunks would be here but they flew off and she had a sick feeling where they could’ve gone.

Aki stood with Gyu-Mao. “Your Majesty, do you think Goku will be coming back?”

“I don’t know but you and everyone shouldn’t wait. Go home. It’s a long trip back.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Aki looked over at his family. His son was asleep and his daughters looked bored. He checked on Mrs. Niver and Kaifun. Kaifun handed her a cup of water. The old woman looked tired. He didn’t have love for her but thought they should go home for her sake. “We’ll go. About the money….”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gyu-Mao told Aki. “It’s my problem.”

“It’s gonna be a bigger problem in a few days. You can bet Mrs. Niver will gossip about it to everyone.” Aki signaled to his family and Kaifun that they were leaving when Goku, Gohan and Vegeta suddenly appeared. “Oh, they’re back!” Aki was going to joke he could push Mr. Satan out of the ring and win when Vegeta flared up his power and knocked the announcer into the air and Mr. Satan off the stage.

No one knew what was going on but they all knew it wasn’t good. “What’s Vegeta doing?” Bulma worried as he pointed at Goku. ChiChi screamed as Vegeta fired on Goku. Goku protected himself but the power from Vegeta was pushing him out of the ring. If Goku doesn’t stop him….. “Vegeta, no!!”  Bulma shouted as Goku couldn’t contain Vegeta’s Ki anymore. He was pushed aside leaving a large group of fans unprotected as they were consumed by Vegeta’s blast. His attack went further, traveling outside the arena and destroying anyone in its path for miles. He killed them. “What’s wrong with you?!”

Bulma’s screaming didn’t reach Vegeta. Too many people were in a panic as they screamed and rushed out of the arena.

“Something must have happened to him,” Bulma tried to find a reason for Vegeta’s action. “He must be possessed. Vegeta wouldn’t knowingly kill anyone. He’s not that man anymore.”

“Are you sure?” From Yamcha’s view, he was still that man. Something was different. Maybe it was that emblem on Vegeta’s forehead but Yamcha had seen that look before when Vegeta wanted to kill him years ago. “It looks like he’s picking up from where he left off.”

Vegeta had the same feeling as he stared at Goku. He looked at the destruction he created with pride. That blast must have gone for miles, destroying any building, any car, any person in its path. It felt so good to no longer feel remorse or compassion. It felt so good to freely kill again.

And yes, it felt so good to have Goku look at him this way again. He looked repulsed. He looked angry. He looked as if he wanted to fight him again.

Now, Kakarrot, fight me. Unless you want to add more corpses to that pile.”

The smirk. The blind evil in his eyes. This aura around him. This darkness. Goku hadn’t seen this look in Vegeta or felt this energy in him since their fight so many years ago. He wasn’t like this when dealing with the Artificial Humans or Cell. Year after year, Goku felt Vegeta drifting from the dark, heartless warrior he was. He thought after seven years, seven years of peace, seven years of Bulma and Trunks……

The only reason I came to this infantile game was to settle with you one-on-one.

You’ve only got one day back in this world.

I don’t care about any of this!!! I just want to get it over with and fight you!! That’s why I went to that stupid tournament!!

Vegeta….The truth stared at Goku. You did this…. you turned your back on everything for this? The truth stared at Goku but he didn’t want to believe it. He needed Vegeta to say it. “Vegeta, did you let Bobbidi control you on purpose?

Still stalling our destiny, Kakarrot? Vegeta raised his right hand summoning a ball of Ki from it. Killing hundreds of people wasn’t enough for you, Kakarrot? Perhaps I need to hit closer to home. He extended his hand toward the audience. If they don’t move, they won’t get caught in the blast. If they do, oh, well. I will sacrifice anyone to have you fight me, Kakarrot.

“Wait a second,” Yamcha stepped back. “Is Vegeta aiming at us?”

“No….” Bulma saw it and didn’t believe it. “He wouldn’t.”

He’s bluffing. Goku could feel where Vegeta could strike. Locking eyes with Vegeta, Goku reached out to him mentally. Don’t do this, Vegeta! This is not you. You are not that man anymore!

I’m not? Let me rectify that! Vegeta hurled the destructive energy at the audience.

“It’s coming this way!” Yamcha screamed!

Aki didn’t know anything about Ki but he knew what was coming towards them was deadly. He also knew there wasn’t time for everyone to get away. He acted as a husband and father. He shielded himself over his wife and kids. They’ll be evaporated immediately. His only hope was they not feel a thing.

Kaifun was paralyzed with fear. He knew Goku and his group of friends were powerful but he never witnessed it displayed in close proximity. His eyes wouldn’t leave the gaping hole of the arena created by Vegeta. Now the one called Vegeta was aiming at them, he couldn’t make his legs move.

“Move!” Mrs. Niver pushed Kaifun out of the way. She was old and slower but had a strong mindset to get away from danger. She knew it was a bad idea coming here. She knew she shouldn’t listen to Kaifun. He wanted to apologize to the waste of sperm. That waste of sperm couldn’t save those people slaughtered by that balding fool. Mrs. Niver wasn’t going to rely on Goku to save her.

Kaifun saw his grandmother moving away with the panicking crowd. Seeing her escaping was the jolt he needed to move. “Grandma!” He called for her.

“It’s coming this way!” Kaifun heard someone say. He saw the ki of energy coming in his direction but from the angle it moved, he knew in the split second before everything changed forever, it wasn’t coming towards him. He turned, looking a few feet away, at where it will hit and who will be killed.

“GRANDMA!!!!!” Kaifun’s chilling scream was as loud as Mrs. Niver’s horrific scream as she and the group around her were impacted by the heat from Vegeta’s Ki blast. Bodies went flying in the air. Mrs. Niver’s was too close to fly. Her body was consumed with many others, vaporizing before Kaifun’s horrified eyes with only her burning cane the lingering proof of her existence.

ChiChi covered her mouth. Mrs. Niver. Oh, my….. She couldn’t believe it. She was gone. Shock. That’s all ChiChi could feel. Pure shock. Kaifun was on his knees crying for his grandmother. ChiChi and Gyu-Mao stood in stone silence as everyone else. Aki was the first to act. After checking on his family, he went to Kaifun, knelt to him and whispered something in his ear. His words got Kaifun on his feet.

“Kaifun,” Gyu-Mao tried to say something to comfort him but words wouldn’t come out. Mrs. Niver hadn’t been on good terms with his family for years but there was a time when things were good between them. No matter the things the old woman said, Gyu-Mao didn’t think the woman deserved that fate.

Goku also watched the fate of Mrs. Niver conflicted. He knew the woman had no love for him. He was indifferent to her and her hate but did she deserve that?

“Help us, Mr. Satan!”

“You defeated Cell! Kill this guy, too!!”

Mark looked around the arena. People were running and screaming but some were staying and cheering him to do something. He was the World Champ but he couldn’t fight these freaks of nature! What do they want me to do? Get killed?!

Cries and pleas for help scattered through the destroyed arena but Goku’s sole focus was on the group near Vegeta’s latest attack. Aki huddled his family close together. Kaifun was shellshocked. Gyu-Mao, Yamcha and Master Roshi were grim over the change of events. Bulma looked broken. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking over this. Lastly, his eyes fell on ChiChi. Shock, fear and disbelief were on her face but something else, too. Lost. He felt that lost, too. The plans they had for today were lost. The happy memories they wanted to form for their family of four were lost. What they wanted for each other alone was lost.

Once again, they had to sacrifice their wants and needs for the world. Looking away from ChiChi, Goku said goodbye to that loss and opened himself to the anger and disappointment at the one across from him. Goku welcomed the rage as he transformed into a Super Saiyan.

“Don’t do it, Son Goku!” The Supreme Kai pleaded. “This is what Bobbidi wants! He’ll absorb your energy and awaken Boo.”

Goku knew that. Any scenario he thought of now led to Boo’s awakening. Was I selfish in coming back? I stayed dead to protect Earth from any future threats. On the day I return, Vegeta falls to the dark side again, many are dead and a powerful being is on the verge of awakening and killing everyone.

Goku glared at Vegeta who proudly smirked at him. The Saiyan Prince knew he had Goku against the wall, and after killing and turning his back on everything he built, he will get the fight he had been denied for years and reclaim his pride. Damn you, Vegeta. Don’t you see what you’ve done? Don’t you see what that damn pride is costing you?

Goku agreed to the fight if taken to an isolated place where no one will be caught in the crossfire of their match. The Supreme Kai tried to intervene but failed and accepted he and Gohan would do better battling Bobbidi and Dabura again. Bobbidi ordered Vegeta to kill everyone now but the Saiyan Prince’s powerful defiance only cemented to Goku how desperate Vegeta was to submit his body and soul to Bobbidi in order to fight him.

Before leaving, Goku handed Gohan a senzu bean and gave him a parting encouragement to win. He knew Gohan felt guilty about how he handled Dabura but he still believed in his son to win. He was rusty and not at full strength but a little guidance would put him on the right path.

Bobbidi honored Goku’s wish and transferred him and Vegeta to a desert. The terrain was familiar to their first match. As he faced off against Vegeta, Goku debated how to battle Vegeta. Super Saiyan Three can quickly end the fight but the price of that is his time on Earth shriveling up. Goku knew he couldn’t come back to Earth after this and wanted one more moment with his family. Dammit, Vegeta! After all these years….. I thought settling on Earth would change you like it did me.

“I don’t want to give Boo more energy so I will end this quickly at full power.” Not completed full power but as far as Goku can go without draining his time away. If Vegeta learns about Super Saiyan Three…

“I’m looking forward to seeing the fruits of your training in the afterlife.” Give me everything, Kakarrot. It won’t be enough. I’ll still defeat you!

“Rrrh!” Goku snarled summoning his Ki to raise his powers above the ascension of a Super Saiyan but below the threshold of Super Saiyan Three.

Impressive thought Vegeta but it fell below Vegeta’s new power. There was some good to his deal with Bobbidi after all. “Pretty good. You’re stronger than Gohan. Rraggh!” Sparkles of electricity crackled around Vegeta as his new power edged Goku’s. The surprise on Goku’s face thrilled and empowered him. Not so confident it will be an easy fight, are you, Kakarrot? “Come on!!!” Vegeta challenged Goku. “I’ll kill you!”

I’m already dead, Jackass. It was so tempting to become Super Saiyan Three but Goku restrained himself. He needed to conserve his time on Earth as long as possible. After defeating Vegeta, he had to get to Gohan. He knew Gohan and the Supreme Kai will need help against Bobbidi and Dabura.

Vegeta struck first. He swung his leg at Goku who put up an arm to block. The power behind Vegeta’s kick stunned Goku. Being dead, saved Goku from having broken bones and this blow would’ve fractured his arm if he were alive. It was stunning to feel this pain rippling through him in years. None of the fighters on the Grand Kai’s planet could evoke this level of pangs.

Damn! Goku cursed seeing Vegeta throw a punch at him. Instead of blocking, Goku caught it. Shit! Vegeta threw another punch and Goku caught that one. Goku thrust up a leg to block Vegeta’s kick. They were in a deadlock; hand clutching hand; leg blocking knee.

“Argh!” Goku growled as Vegeta headbutted him. His hands slipped from Vegeta’s as he was knocked back. His head rattled as one eye shut wincing in pain. I think that pierced my skin! Wait… Goku looked around. Vegeta wasn’t in front of him. He quickly turned with only seconds to react as Vegeta barreled down with another attack. Goku retaliated with a powerful kick of his own knocking Vegeta away.

The Saiyan Prince caught himself flipping in the air before dropping down for a landing. Death didn’t slow Kakarrot down one bit. He’s still sharp.

Goku mirrored the same smirk as Vegeta. You always kept me on my toes. At least that part of you hasn’t changed.

“It’s a shame,” said Goku as he caught his breath. “All that pride and you succumb to cheating to try to defeat me. Where’s that arrogant, prideful Saiyan I knew that wouldn’t stoop this low?”

“He’s right here ready to defeat you and reclaim the throne as the strongest Saiyan.”

Maybe this Vegeta was here all this time and he was too blind to see it. When he wanted something, Goku was blind to see the reality. He wanted to train Gohan and make him strong. When he got the chance, he thought Gohan would be like him in terms of fighting but realized almost too late that Gohan didn’t fight like him. When his fight with Vegeta ended all those years ago, Goku told Krillin to spare his life because he saw a potential sparring buddy. The opportunity to see that happen was lost with his death against Cell but even without it, Goku now wondered if he ever could’ve turned Vegeta into a sparring partner.

“You’re right, Vegeta. You never changed. Even from our first fight, you couldn’t handle me having the edge and changed into an Oozaru but this is worse. Do you know what submitting to Bobbidi has cost you?!”

Cost him? It gained him everything! “It cost me nothing! It got my pride back! It made me the strong, ruthless, cold-blooded Saiyan again!!!!!”

“It cost you your family!!”

Bulma’s smile and Trunks’ laugh and awe at him appeared in Vegeta’s mind again but Vegeta brushed it away. He will not think of them. He needed to focus all his concentration on defeating this low-class Saiyan! That’s all that mattered. “As if you know Bulma.”

“I know she dropped Yamcha for you. I know she put up more with you than with Yamcha because she believed you were a changed man. Everyone’s always making sacrifices for you and your damn pride, Vegeta. Even me. Do you know what I gave up to give you this fight?!”

Now Goku felt his normal cool falling and his anger rising. He had one day. One day to connect with ChiChi, Gohan and Goten and thanks to Vegeta, he lost it. His clenched fist collided against Vegeta’s face spilling blood from his mouth. “Time with Gohan!” Another folded fist impacted hard against the other side of Vegeta’s face. “Time with Goten!” Vegeta swung to retaliate but Goku disappeared and reappeared behind Vegeta with a kick to his back so hard, that Vegeta flew into a mountainside. “Time with ChiChi!!”

Vegeta wiped the blood from his lips as the mountain rubble and dirt fell around him. So, he wants to bring our women into this. “Time with your wife?” Vegeta laughed. “She couldn’t have been that good for you to give it up for seven years.” There it was. That flicker of anger. The naïve clown appeared indifferent to his wife in the few times he saw them together but he knew that deep Saiyan passion for his wife lay in Goku, too. “She should’ve given it up when she had the chance instead of being loyal to you. I was wrong to turn her away from that opportunity. What a delight it would’ve been for you when you returned.”

Goku frowned slightly as he tried to comprehend Vegeta’s words. What’s he talking about? “What are you saying?”

“You need to be prepared for ChiChi to show up with another man. Another husband,” Olibu hoped that would be clear enough for Goku.

“ChiChi doesn’t have another husband.” Goku pointed to himself. “I’m ChiChi’s only husband.”

“You were her husband, Goku.” Olibu corrected him. “But your marriage ended when you died. That allowed ChiChi to marry someone else.”

That didn’t make sense to Goku. “Why would ChiChi marry someone else when I’m her husband? That’s cheating. ChiChi wouldn’t cheat on me. We made a promise to each other.”

Olibu sighed. Goku was so dense. “Because you’re dead! When you died, ChiChi was free from the commitment you two made. It’s been seven years, Goku! You left your wife alone! You can’t think ChiChi has been single this entire time. There’s a good chance ChiChi married again.”

But there wasn’t anyone. ChiChi was waiting for him with Gohan and Goten. ChiChi never said anything but was there someone else? Did she move on with another man when I died?

Vegeta saw the pain on Goku’s face. The dolt was consumed with his precious wife heating up the sheets with another man. Vegeta used the moment to deliver an earth-shaking punch against Goku’s face and another super punch to Goku’s stomach that would’ve had him vomiting the food he ate earlier if not for his dead body.

Goku’s body ripped through a mountain. The collision of his body splintered the thousand-old structure into pieces. Vegeta caught his body among the rain of rocks and spiraled downward like a rocket until Goku plunged head first into the ground. Dirt and rocks flew everywhere as Goku’s impact created a massive hole twice the size of Capsule Corporation.

Goku lied motionless for a few moments before he pulled himself up on his knees. He spat up blood and rocks. His vision saw four hands. He closed his eyes and shook his head to will the throbbing pain in his head away. “Using ChiChi to distract me.” Goku wiped the blood from his lips. “That was dirty, Vegeta.”

Vegeta cackled. Dirty? It’s on par for him now he was back to his true self.  “Anything to get the job done.”

****

“What happened here?” Videl wondered as she flew over the Tenkaichi Budokai arena. It was in ruins with two large gaping holes. Most of the people were gone. Videl spotted a news crew and her father on the stage. She’ll talk to him later. She had to reach Gohan’s mother first.

There weren’t many people around so it was easy to spot her with Gohan’s grandfather and their friends. “Mrs. Son!”

ChiChi looked up and saw Videl descending. “Videl!” At least she was all right.

“What happened here?” Videl asked.

“It’s a long story, but it’s good to see you well. I was concerned when you didn’t return with Goku and Gohan.”

“Gohan? He was here?” Videl looked around. “Where is he?”

“Wait.” ChiChi was confused. “Weren’t you with Gohan?”

“No. I couldn’t keep up so I agreed to fly back. I ran into Goten and his friend.”

“Goten.” ChiChi gripped Videl. “Where is he?”

“I told him where Gohan and the others went. He and his friend flew off. I assume they were together. Why didn’t they come back with Gohan and his Dad?”

ChiChi released Videl. One son was off fighting another monster and another was missing. This day wasn’t going as they expected. ChiChi looked over at Bulma. She sat alone with her hands on her head distraught.

“We can assume Goten and Trunks are safe.” It wasn’t the boys that concerned Master Roshi. “Piccolo and Krillin didn’t return with Goku, Gohan and Vegeta which meant something happened to them.”

ChiChi looked over at 18 with Marron. They sat away from everyone. Marron was in 18’s lap. ChiChi suspected 18 wanted to distract Marron from the conversation and her thoughts. She saw Krillin didn’t return and had to be worried about him.

All the husbands were turning their wives into an emotional wreck. ChiChi, unfortunately, had more experience than anyone else on this issue and knew what they needed to get through it. Bulma was closer so ChiChi sat with her first. “Bulma?” she heard a sniffle from Bulma.

“I’m fine.” Bulma sniffed again. She lowered her hands and revealed her face. Her makeup was smeared. Her eyes were red and her face was slightly puffy from her crying. “I…… how could he do that, ChiChi?”

“I don’t know.” She grabbed her handkerchief from her pocket. She thought she’d be using it on herself when Goku left. Instead, she used it to dry Bulma’s tears. “Crying won’t solve the issue. It’ll mess up your face.”

“I don’t care.”

ChiChi knew better. If Bulma could see herself, she’d freak at her face. She wiped the makeup away so her face wasn’t smeared. “Goku and Vegeta will figure things out. In the meantime, we gotta do something about this. We can’t just sit here.”

Bulma thought for a moment. There was only one thing she wanted to do. “We can get the dragon balls. We can undo the killing Vegeta did here.” That would keep her focus and keep her thoughts from Vegeta. “But what about Trunks and Goten?”

“I don’t know where they are. I have to hope they are safe.”

“Right,” Bulma agreed. She couldn’t be worried about Vegeta and Trunks. That would make her like… like…  Like ChiChi. I’m a wreck over Vegeta and Trunks and it hasn’t been half a day. Is this what ChiChi felt with Goku and Gohan fighting for years? “I should call my parents,” Bulma decided. “Vegeta’s mess has to be all over the news. I’ll let them know we’re fine.”

Bulma pulled her phone from her pocket and stepped away to call her parents. With Bulma occupied, ChiChi went to 18. “Quite a day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” 18 answered dryly as she bounced Marron on her knee. “So, are we gonna stay here and wait?”

“No. Bulma’s calling her parents to let her know we’re okay and then we’re gonna retrieve the dragon balls to---”

“To reverse what her psychotic man did.” 18 scoffed. “It won’t reverse what was done to Krillin.”

“Lazuli, we don’t know what happened to Krillin.”

“I know he didn’t return with Gohan, Goku and Vegeta. For that matter, neither did Piccolo. We have no idea what’s happened. All I know is Krillin can’t come back with the dragon balls. I told him if things go bad to get out of there! He didn’t.”

“Maybe he tried to leave and something happened. All I know is he’s not dead.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I know how my Goku reacted when he died on Namek. His rage wasn’t out of control. Whatever is going on with Krillin, he’s still alive.”

It made some sense and it made 18 feel better about the situation. “Maybe you’re right.” 18 walked over and picked up Marron. “What about you? Goku and Gohan are still fighting.”

ChiChi wanted to cry. It was the first time anyone asked how she was feeling. “I’m going out of my mind worried about them,” ChiChi admitted with a nervous laugh. “I’m barely keeping it together. I never thought I’d be going through this again.”

And yet you reached out to comfort me and Bulma. 18 grabbed ChiChi’s hand and gave it a right squeeze. “Maybe hunting dragon balls will keep us from cracking.”

“I hope so.” It was better than sitting at home and waiting. ChiChi was overdoing that. “Let’s go.”

Videl touched down on the arena stage as the announcer and reporter were leaving. She stayed above them listening and catching up on what happened while she was gone. Goku, Gohan and the one called Vegeta returned. Vegeta was the cause of the destruction of the arena. Thousands of people were dead. Authorities were being called in to look for Vegeta. Goku and Gohan disappeared with him after the killings. The announcer assured Goku and Gohan weren’t responsible for the killing but they needed to be questioned by the police. It was a mess. Videl had to force the rising bile in her down listening to her Dad brag about winning the tournament again and how he was ready to fight Vegeta when he disappeared.

Disgusting, Dad. You’re disgusting. It sickened her to see her father as a liar and con artist who fooled the world for years.

“Baby Girl!” Mark greeted his daughter as she landed. “How are you doing that? You’re…. you’re…..”

“Flying. That’s what I’m doing, Dad. I’m flying. It’s not some trick or special effects. It’s a real martial arts skill you don’t know about.”

Mark didn’t care what it was. He was glad to see his daughter. “Let’s go home. There’ll be a proper ceremony in a few days. You’ll get to see your Old Man honored as the winner of the Tenkaichi Budokai.”

“You want me to be here when they honor a fraud?” Videl asked. “I’ll pass.”

“Fraud?” Mark wondered where that came from in Videl. Did Piiza talk to her? “Your Old Man isn’t a fraud. I’m the world champ. I beat Cell.”

“Cut it, Dad. I know the truth. I know you didn’t defeat Cell. I know you’ve been lying all this time. You took credit and made your brand off of that. We’re rich because you lied and took credit for something you didn’t do!”

Dammit Piiza. It was the only way Videl knew the truth. Money wasn’t enough. That bitch had to turn my daughter against me. “Baby Girl…..”

“I believed you. I wanted to be as strong as you. I thought I was invincible because I thought you defeated Cell. You wouldn’t teach me because you felt the training would be too intense. You made me find another way. I worked for the police because I wanted to get stronger and I wanted to replicate the good you did by helping everyone. I could’ve been killed because of your lies. I almost died today because I didn’t give up against Spopovich because I’m your daughter!!”

“Me? Videl, Spopovich was a wimp. I defeated him years ago. You should’ve taken him but you got too arrogant.”

“And whose fault was that?” Videl questioned. “I was arrogant because for years you filled my head I am stronger than everyone because I’m the daughter of the man who killed Cell. A monster that wiped out the Earth’s army.”

“Listen, Videl. You’re angry but don’t believe everything Miss Piiza told you, and if you wanna be mad at me then you should be mad at her, too. She was in it from the beginning. I made the money so we wouldn’t be living out of hotels and cheap apartments anymore. I wanted a better life for you. Piiza was a greedy woman for fame and money.  She’s just spiteful and wanna get back at me.”

“Miss Piiza.” It made sense she was in on it. She’s her father’s manager but Videl thought she was fooled into believing her father’s lies with the rest of the world. “She knew about this, too? Did Caroni and Pirozhki know? How many were in on this con?”

“Wait.” Now Mark was confused. “She didn’t tell you? How did you know?”

“The son of the man who died for us at the Cell Game told me the truth. Son Gohan. He and his Dad are the ones who killed Cell.”

Gohan? He heard that name before. “That bean pole who brought you to the medic room? He’s that pizza boy that was at the Cell Game.”

“He wasn’t a pizza boy. He was a fighter! He defeated Cell! He, his Mom and little brother lived in poverty while we lived off the money they deserved!”  

“Wait a minute now. I took credit for Cell but I was the one who made us money. I earned that for us!”

“Earned?” Videl couldn’t believe her father. “What you earned was based off lies! And if the world finds out….” Videl didn’t want to think of the humiliation. All the credibility and good fortune she developed would be gone, too. They’ll lose everything. “I….. I don’t wanna look at you anymore, Dad.”

“Videl….” Mark tried to reach his daughter. “You don’t understand.”

Videl flew away. She didn’t want to hear his excuses. She knew she needed time away from her father. She returned to ChiChi’s group. They were finally leaving the stadium. Videl didn’t know where they were going but she rather be with them than with her father.

****

The fight was dragging on longer than Goku expected. Goku wanted to end things with Vegeta’s dignity intact but he underestimated the power Vegeta absorbed under Bobbidi’s control. Being an Ascended Saiyan wasn’t enough to end this lengthy fight and Vegeta fought dirty. He used every physical and mind manipulation to distract and hammer blows on Goku forcing Goku to go beyond the limits of a Super Saiyan and inadvertently power Majin Boo’s shell.

Vegeta was also angry with the battle but not for the same reasons as Goku. He was angry with all this power, he still hadn’t bested Goku. Dammit! I should’ve defeated him by now but no matter how much I keep fighting and beating his ass, he keeps coming back. He was out of breath. So was Goku, but he was dead. Vegeta didn’t think Goku could tire like him. He could feel the battle taking a toll on his body and if he lost, what then? Will Bobbidi take his body and soul and destroy him like he did with Spopovich and Yamu?

What is the endgame with this? Vegeta knew he could defeat Dabura and Bobbidi but what happens after? Trunks didn’t know what he did but Bulma saw him maliciously slaughter thousands. Oh, there was the chance Bulma will take him back. She slept with him aware he murdered millions in his past. But he hadn’t murdered since they got together. Would what happened change things between them?

Fuck it! If I lose them, I will have this victory over Kakarrot.

Vegeta pushed off and charged on Goku again when the Saiyan held his hand out for him to stop. “Vegeta, wait!!” Goku looked away as if he felt a disturbance. “I feel something. It’s huge. I think Majin Boo has come out of his shell.”

Vegeta looked in the same direction and felt it, too. So, that’s Majin Boo. It felt powerful but Vegeta wasn’t threatened by it. “Look at us, Kakarrot. Look at how powerful we’ve gotten. That weak shit Supreme Kai wasn’t aware of our powers. Why the fuck should we care if Majin Boo awakened and pisses the Supreme Kai’s pants? His powers doesn’t match ours.”

“I don’t know about that.” Goku wasn’t so quick to dismiss the aura coming from Majin Boo. “This is abnormal.”

Abnormal. That was a word Vegeta didn’t think Goku knew. “Who the fuck cares?! You won’t be using him to get out of fighting me!”

Goku couldn’t believe Vegeta. Was he so blind and consumed with their fight, that he wasn’t concerned with what they helped release? This was more than soothing Vegeta’s battered ego and pride. Other people were going to suffer. His wife. His sons. Vegeta’s wife and son. Their friends. Everyone was going to suffer if they didn’t snuff out what they inadvertently released.

“I don’t know what Majin Boo is but he ain’t no joke.” Goku was over the fighting now. If he had to change into a Super Saiyan Three and beat Vegeta senseless to get it, he will. “We can’t waste anymore time fighting, Vegeta. Our fight released Boo before Gohan and the Supreme Kai could stop Bobbidi and Dabura. We have to stop this.”

Vegeta exhaled exhausted with Goku’s speech. He looked away at where Majin Boo was released. All right. His power has gotten higher in the last moment but Vegeta didn’t give a damn. “Who the fuck cares? Nothing will stop my match with you!”

Damn fool. “But everyone will be killed. Even Bulma and Trunks!”

What the fuck he’s mentioning them for? I don’t give a damn! But even thinking that, Vegeta knew that was a lie.

Vegeta…. I love you.

Dad, you’re so strong!!

Vegeta… being with you, makes me happy.

“Rrrgh!” I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care!!!!! “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!” Vegeta exploded in rage. His body crackled with electricity as his ki burst from his body. “I sold my soul to Bobbidi to eliminate compassion! I don’t care what happens to anyone!!”

Who was he fooling? Not Goku. “That’s a lie and you know it. You may have sold your body and soul to Bobbidi but you didn’t sell your love for them.”

Vegeta snarled as he gritted at Goku. Fuck you, Kakarrot. He always knew what to say to get under his skin. He could always read his mind and know what he was thinking and feeling. “And how would you know that?”

“Because I’m a Saiyan… like you. I know what my family means to me. I know what I would give to reach the height of my power and I know what I wouldn’t give up. I know it’s the same for you.”

He wouldn’t give up his love for them and no matter how much he insist they finish their fight, Goku wouldn’t resume. That soft-hearted speech did tell Vegeta what he needed to do. It wasn’t your power that released Majin Boo. It was mine. I’ll end him. “Fine. We’ll put this off since you can’t focus.” He opened his hand. “Give me one of those senzu beans. We used up a lot of energy.”

Goku was relieved Vegeta was finally coming around. He reached into his pocket. “There’s one senzu bean left but we can split it. We can beat him if we work together.”

Vegeta smiled to himself. That damn fool had his back turned to him. Goku was so focus and giddy working together that he didn’t notice Vegeta clamp his hands together and swung forward with all his might to smash the back of Goku’s head so hard, that he fell to the ground completely knocked out.

That was easier than Vegeta thought. “Even you can be vulnerable when your guard is down.” He picked up the lone senzu bean and ate it. Immediately, Vegeta felt renewed. He looked down at Goku again and fought off the urge to kick him. “I let him loose so I’ll take care of him. We’ll settle this later….if I come back.”

Vegeta left Goku and went to the portal that will take him to where he expected will be his last stand. He wasn’t a fool. He felt the power from Majin Boo and knew even with the power given to him by Bobbidi, he was climbing an uphill battle. He’ll be lucky to come out of this alive.

But before Vegeta jumped down the portal, a chill passed through him as he felt someone was missing.

Gohan. He didn’t feel his Ki. Gohan is dead. So Majin Boo’s that powerful.  Dammit. Vegeta didn’t want this. He was angry at Gohan wasting his talent but he didn’t want him to die for it. “Sorry…..this is my fault.” The dragon balls should revive him but Gohan shouldn’t have died.

Vegeta jumped down the portal. Don’t worry, Gohan. Your death won’t be in vain.

****

They were making good time. Three dragon balls have been collected and they were closing in on the fourth. Despite the severity of the situation, ChiChi was in good spirits. It felt good to be hunting for dragon balls. It felt good to contribute and not sit and wait for others to do everything.

ChiChi’s good spirit was an anomaly among the others on the ship.  Bulma sat in Vegeta’s chair distraught over what he did while Yamcha piloted the ship. 18 had Marron in her lap while looking out the window. She accepted Krillin wasn’t dead but something bad happened to him. Her father sat in the back troubled. He hated what Vegeta did, too, but was also saddened by Mrs. Niver’s violent death. Their financial troubles will stay a secret but the cost was high. Then there was Videl. ChiChi didn’t hear but she saw Videl’s body language when she talked to her father. She was upset with him and ChiChi wasn’t sure why.

Did Gohan tell Videl the truth? Does she know what her father did?

“Videl?” ChiChi addressed the teen next to her. “I want to thank you for helping us to collect the dragon balls. We wouldn’t have gotten three so fast without you.”

“It was the least I could do.” Knowing the truth, Videl wanted to make up for her father’s sins. She wanted to apologize to Gohan’s mother. She wanted to give her family’s fortune to him. No wonder she hated my Dad. I bet she hates me, too. I can’t blame her. “Mrs. Son….” Videl couldn’t hold it in anymore. She wanted ChiChi to know she wasn’t her father.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know what my Dad did.”

So, she knows. ChiChi’s heart went out to Videl. She knew from personal experience what it felt to learn when a parent does something awful. “Gohan told you.” Videl nodded. “That’s why you were angry with your Dad.”

“You saw that?”

“The stadium was empty, Videl. It wasn’t hard to notice.”

Good. Videl was glad ChiChi saw it. She’d know she wasn’t on her father’s side. “I told him what I thought of him. After this is over, things will change.”

“If you are thinking of telling the world the truth, Videl, don’t. It’s not going to do any of our families any good. I don’t want the media circus around my family and you have your reputation to think of. A family’s name is important and yours will be tarnished for generations.”

“Not to mention the lawsuits from sponsors and everyone my Dad did business with.” It was a mess. “But I can’t let my Dad get away with it. I’m gonna make him give you what you’re owed, Mrs. Son.”

It would be a solution to her family’s financial problems but after all these years, did she want it?

“Don’t worry about that, Videl. This isn’t your problem.”

“But I want…..”

“I know,” ChiChi squeezed Videl’s hand. She was grateful for Videl’s kindness. “Let’s not worry about that. Let’s get these dragon balls.”

The dragon balls. That was another new thing. She looked at the three in the bag on the floor. “A dragon is really gonna come out when we get them all?”

“Yes. It’ll be a sight to see.”

“Hey, Bulma,” Yamcha flew the ship but Bulma had the dragon ball radar in her hands. “How close are we to the next one?” When Bulma didn’t answer, Yamcha tapped her arm. “Bulma?”

“Oh.” Bulma picked up the radar off the dashboard and read the map on the screen. She was so distracted with Vegeta they were almost passing it. “Oh, land now. We’re practically standing over it.”

She sat back in her chair and released a heavy sigh. “We almost got them all. We can revive everyone killed." Bulma worried about people talking about the massacre at the tournament. What if someone describes Vegeta? His name is on the tournament roster. What if that is released? It'll tie back to her and her family. "Maybe we should wait on reviving everyone," Yamcha suggested. "At least until after Goku deals with Vegeta. Then we can revive everyone Vegeta killed.” "Vegeta won't kill anyone else, Yamcha. Goku will stop him." "Goku couldn’t stop Vegeta from killing those people at the tournament. We were almost hit. That poor lady from Gyu-Mao’s village got killed. Geez,” Yamcha sighed. “I knew it was too much to expect Vegeta to completely change but I thought he was no longer a mass murderer." Vegeta’s behavior was on Master Roshi’s mind, too. "Goku’s return brought back memories and triggered things not settled." The old man sighed. "I guess it was too much hoping Vegeta changed. " Bulma listened carefully. Were they expecting Vegeta to become a killer again? He changed. I know he did. "Geez, Bulma," Yamcha muttered. "You had one job." He spoke so low he thought Bulma hadn't heard him but she did. "Me?" If she didn’t need it, she would smash the dragon ball radar on Yamcha’s head. "What the hell do you mean?" Yamcha jumped startled he was heard but with it out, he was going to stand his ground. “I thought being with you mellowed Vegeta like ChiChi softened Goku.” ChiChi kept her eyes looking out the window thinking of her husband and sons and wondering if they were all right. She had no interest in the conversation until Yamcha said, "Once Goku understood what being a husband and having a family meant, he settled down. I thought Vegeta would’ve settled and instead of training to kill, he’d train to protect. Maybe not protect us but at least you and Trunks. Wasn’t your love enough to change him?”

“My love?” Bulma had a lot to deal with but she’d be damned if she’s blamed for what Vegeta did. Blinded with anger, Bulma threw the dragon ball radar at Yamcha’s head. The hit startled Yamcha and forced him to hit the rudder too hard and sent the ship into a huge dive. 

Everyone bounced around as Yamcha brought the aircraft under control for a rough landing. No one wore their seatbelts so Bulma slammed against the dashboard. Videl fell out of her seat and slammed head first into the back of Bulma’s chair. 18 held onto her seat with one hand while clutching her daughter in her arm. Master Roshi rolled and hit the back of Yamcha’s chair while Gyu-Mao moved like a boulder rolling forward. ChiChi gripped the arm of the seat she shared with Videl and grabbed her father by the back of his pants and saved her father from crashing into the cockpit of the craft and caused enough damage that would’ve sent them plummeting to their deaths.

Boxes and bags of clothes, supplies and food went flying hitting the windows and people inside the shaking ship as Yamcha scrubbed the landing gear against the grass until the airship came to a full stop. When it was over, only Yamcha and Bulma managed to stay in their seats. 18 laid on the floor holding Marron to her chest with blankets dumped on them. Videl could feel a bruise forming on her forehead after smashing into Bulma’s seat. A cooler filled with ice and drinks spilled on her legs. Master Roshi’s body hung over the arm of 18’s chair. A couple of tools dropped on him. ChiChi laid out against her and Videl’s seats while still holding on to her father who was covered in food from the basket ChiChi brought with them.

Yamcha sat in his seat and took a few breaths. That was a close. They could’ve been killed. “Is everyone all right? Ow!” Yamcha hollered as Bulma punched him.

“No thanks to you, you idiot!” she fumed at him before storming off the ship.

Slowly, everyone else began to pull themselves together. 18 checked on her daughter. ChiChi and Master Roshi helped pull up Gyu-Mao. Videl picked up the dragon ball radar that had fallen on the floor through Yamcha’s rough landing. She saw Bulma holding it the entire time and directing everyone where to find the dragon ball. She was off the ship so Videl went to ChiChi in hopes of understanding it.

“I don’t know how to use this but I want to get the dragon ball.”

ChiChi took the radar and showed Videl how it functions. “Goku showed me once.”

“Thanks.” Videl grasped the radar. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll help you,” Yamcha volunteered as he followed Videl out of the ship.

“Could you do it without sticking your foot in your mouth?” ChiChi was rightly annoyed at Yamcha who blushed nervously before bumping his head on his way out of the ship.

18 picked up Marron and carried her out of the ship. This left Master Roshi, Gyu-Mao and ChiChi alone. Master Roshi lit his pipe and blew a few puffs of smoke. “Ah, Yamcha still runs his mouth too much.”

“Here you go, Dad,” ChiChi handed her father a cool drink and sandwich as he settled down. She began putting the spilled ice back into the cooler. The last thing anyone needed is to slip and break something. “Is Yamcha still sore over what happened between him and Bulma?”  

“No.” Master Roshi was convinced Yamcha was over that. “But like any scorn ex, Yamcha, was waiting for a comeuppance. I don’t think he wanted this.” Smoke blew from Master Roshi’s mouth. “Yamcha understood it was time for him and Bulma to break up. He was rooting for her and Vegeta but he can’t help but take a shot. Yamcha got what he wanted in the worst way.”

“Well,” ChiChi picked up the spilled cans and bottles and placed them in the cooler. “Now isn’t the time for this.” In some ways, they have changed, and in other ways, ChiChi saw they haven’t. With all the ice and drinks back in the cooler, ChiChi went outside. She saw 18 watching Marron freely play in the grassy field. She couldn’t see Videl and Yamcha so she went over to Bulma who sat alone in a field of flowers.

"Bulma? Videl and Yamcha are looking for the dragon ball. They should be back soon.” ChiChi noticed Bulma wiping her eyes again. It had to have been hard seeing Vegeta become a killer again and Yamcha’s words didn’t help. "We don't know what happened." "We know enough. Vegeta turned back into that ruthless killer." "Maybe he’s possessed. He did have that 'M' emblem on his forehead like the jerk who beat up Videl." Possessed. Bulma knew Vegeta enough to know that didn’t happen. "Vegeta is too stubborn to get possessed. Whatever happened, he wanted it. I know that much about him." Bulma sniffed. "That seems to be all I know." "Bulma...." "He could've killed me!! I was so close to that blast!" "We all were but, Bulma, it was clearly a warning shot. You heard Vegeta. He did that so Goku would fight him." And that was another slap to her face. "All these years and he still hasn't changed! He's still obsessed with beating Goku. Wasn't Trunks and I enough for him to get over that?!" It should have been but ever since that talk in her kitchen, ChiChi worried Vegeta hadn’t moved on as everyone thought.  

“My Goku has kept training, too. He’ll exceed you again.”

Vegeta wasn’t surprised ChiChi boasted her husband will defeat him. “Your feelings for Kakarrot blinds you to underestimate me.” He handed ChiChi his empty bowl and silently requested she give him more ice cream.

ChiChi took the bowl and refilled it with four more scoops. “Your pride blinds you to the absolute truth. Goku always comes back stronger. Do you think Goku settled from where he was at the Cell Game? Gohan told me Goku kept his body. Goku’s body had limits on Earth but not in death.” ChiChi shook her head. “Whatever goes on in the afterlife, I know Goku trained extensively.”

Vegeta smirked. “I’m counting on it. It will make my victory over Kakarrot even better.”

ChiChi added cookies to the bowl before giving it to Vegeta. “What will you do, Vegeta, when Goku comes back stronger and you can’t beat him?”

“That will never happen.”

ChiChi expected that response from him. “I know what it’s like living with regrets. I spent seven years coming to terms with things between me and Goku.”

Vegeta munched on a cookie and a spoonful of ice cream. “Woman, don’t compare your problems with Kakarrot to my rivalry with him.”

“Vegeta, you’ve come a long way. I don’t mind if you are around my sons. I even like you and our talks. Your knowledge about Saiyans helped me understand Goku better so let me return the favor telling you there’s nothing wrong in being second.”

Vegeta would’ve smashed the bowl against the table if it didn’t get him a slap from ChiChi. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“As a Prince you were taught you are the best and everyone is beneath you. I was taught to have pride and self-respect, too. One thing we have in common, Vegeta, Goku knew how to rattle our pride. Goku forgot me and Goku showed you a Third Class Warrior can go toe-to-toe with a Saiyan Prince. You were always angry about how Goku was always a step ahead of you. It must’ve rattled your pride Gohan surpassed you when ten days before the Cell Game you were stronger than him.”

“So…….” A thick vein appeared on his forehead. ChiChi knew she touched a nerve. “Get to the point.”

“I spent seven years coming to terms with things between me and Goku but have you? You’re strong, Vegeta, and you’ve grown so much since you settled here. You have Bulma and Trunks. That’s what’s important. It doesn’t matter Goku is stronger.”

Vegeta jumped to his feet. “Kakarrot’s not stronger! He only got lucky! I busted my ass for seven years! I nearly gave up fighting after Cell but Kakarrot’s death motivated me to get stronger and I have. I have surpassed Gohan. I know I have surpassed Kakarrot! You’ll see it. You’ll all see it!”

Vegeta’s outburst didn’t rattle ChiChi. It concerned her. “And if you don’t, what then?”

“This is my final chance to show who the elite Saiyan is! My final chance to show Kakarrot who is…” Vegeta collected himself. He shouldn’t have reacted that way but he couldn’t lose again. “It never should’ve been a Third Class Warrior to defeat Freeza. I was the one who suffered under Freeza. He stripped me of my world, my people and my reign. I am a Prince in name only! I only had my pride and that damn Kakarrot was the one to redeem our people when it should’ve been me!!”

“Didn’t Trunks deliver the final…..”

“Freeza was a mutilated bastard who was a shell of himself when Trunks killed him. I had a chance to redeem myself by killing the Artificial Humans that killed me in an alternate time but I failed at that. I couldn’t even save my son’s death from Cell. It was Kakarrot and Gohan who saved us and not me! I have a chance to correct that. This time I will defeat Kakarrot! This time I will reclaim my rightful place as an elite Saiyan Prince!”

“There’s nothing to reclaim, Vegeta,” ChiChi gently told him. “It’s all in your head. You’ve come so far, Vegeta. You have a family. Your legacy is intact. Let go of this insane rivalry with my Goku or you will lose what’s really important.”

In Vegeta’s eyes, ChiChi didn’t get it. Like Bulma, she understood some things but couldn’t understand everything. It wasn’t their fault. They weren’t Saiyans. “It should’ve been me to defeat Freeza and Cell. I will make up for my losses. I will reclaim my pride. Without that, I have nothing!”

“You have Bulma and Trunks,” ChiChi reminded him. “Isn’t that enough?”

Sadly, ChiChi realized, it wasn’t enough. His decision wrecked him and Bulma.

“I don’t understand this, ChiChi,” Bulma went on, “Goku changed when he married you and had Gohan. Why didn’t Vegeta do the same?” “They’re not the same, Bulma. You can’t compare.” “They're Saiyans. They’re obsessed with fighting and being the strongest.” “Yes,” ChiChi agreed, “but they grew up differently. After defeating Piccolo, Goku was ready for a break from fighting. Marriage wasn’t on his mind but it was what he needed. We had five years to bond. Vegeta wasn’t ready to take a break from fighting. It was forced on him after Goku’s death.”

Bulma knew that was true. Vegeta was sullen and moped around for weeks before he resumed his training. Still, it didn’t excuse what Vegeta did. “Forced or not, Vegeta and I had seven years to bond. Why wasn't that enough?! Why weren’t we enough for him, ChiChi?!” ChiChi could only shrug. She didn’t have the answer. “Sorry,” Bulma apologized. “I'm just pissed. I thought he was over the killing. I never saw him doing this.” Never? ChiChi found that hard to believe. “We were all rooting for Vegeta to change, Bulma. He's come so far but even I was concerned when Vegeta visited me.” “Visit you?” Bulma wasn’t aware of this. “When did this happen?” “It was last month. He was upset I knew about Goten and Trunks being Super Saiyans before he figured it out. We talked about that and Goku's return. Vegeta was so confident he will beat Goku. Vegeta didn't want to entertain the idea of losing. He's still holding onto things.”

ChiChi’s analysis of Vegeta bothered Bulma. Her secrecy about their boys being Super Saiyans bothered her. “You knew about the boys being Super Saiyans? How could you keep that from Vegeta and me? I'm Trunks' mother.” The irony of kept secrets wasn’t lost on ChiChi. “I knew about Goten. I suspected Trunks but I was never sure. Goten never said anything.” Why was Bulma getting mad at her? “Vegeta trained Trunks. He should have noticed.” “But you suspected. You knew about Goten. You know Trunks and Goten are friends. That should've been enough for you to come to me about it!” Dammit! Bulma was angry again. How many people were going to betray her? “I can't believe you kept something so important from me and Vegeta!” ChiChi didn’t lash out. She knew Bulma was angry because of everything that happened today. “I wasn't keeping anything from you. I didn’t know. Trunks isn't my child. I'm not responsible for what he tells you.” Bulma threw her hands up laughing. “Ha! Where was this when you were mad we didn’t tell you what happened after the reunion? You knew about Trunks being a Super Saiyan. You secretly talked to Vegeta, noticed he still hasn't moved past his rivalry with Goku and you didn’t tell me what you feared. How could you keep something important about the two people I care most from me?!" ChiChi clenched her hands and exhaled. It was getting really hard to keep her temper in check. “I know you are angry right now. You had a horrible day but don’t you ever compare what happened at the reunion to my conversation with Vegeta and suspecting Trunks. It is not the same.”

No matter how many years, the aftermath of the reunion would always be a sore spot between them. It angered ChiChi Bulma would dare bring that up and compare it to what’s going on now. "What you, Master Roshi and Krillin did was ten times worse. I am on your side, Bulma, but don't take what happened today out on me. I don’t deserve that.”

Bulma remained quiet as ChiChi’s words settled in her. She was right. It wasn’t ChiChi’s fault. It was hers for not noticing and she hated that so much. “Sorry,” Bulma apologized. “I’m just pissed and Yamcha rubbing it in didn’t help. How was everyone so sure Vegeta would go back to being a killer?”

“Bulma….” ChiChi was nearly exasperated. “Between us, are you saying you never worried about Vegeta killing again? Vegeta wasn’t reformed when you invited him to live with you. You told me you saw him when you thought Freeza’s goon was gonna rescue you.”

“Zarbon.” It had been years but Bulma still remembered him. He was cute until he turned into that ugly beast.

“And when he was with Krillin and Gohan to get the dragon ball you had.”

“Two times might not have been enough to judge him but doesn’t that mean he wasn’t a killer? He was working with us.”  

“Gohan told me he killed Namekians.”

“Okay, so he was still a killer,” Bulma gave in. “The thought had crossed my mind Vegeta will kill again but I didn’t think he’d kill me. I thought if I took him in, fed and treated him to fine things, he wouldn’t kill me and wouldn’t kill anyone else and I was right. You have to admit that.”

Oh, she was trying and ChiChi gave her credit for that but she was still wrong. “Gohan told me Vegeta helped you when you thought Goku was dead. He wouldn’t have killed anyone on Earth since he was waiting on Goku’s return to learn about being a Super Saiyan.”

Okay. There was that little wrinkle. “But I still made the right choice.” Bulma wouldn’t think she was wrong about this. “Can you imagine how Vegeta would’ve been if he wasn’t given a stable home? I had to think of myself and my family.” ChiChi rolled her eyes. “What’s that eye roll for?”

ChiChi knew Bulma enough now to know she didn’t keep Vegeta around only to keep him from not killing everyone. “Bulma, you can’t fool me on this. You were attracted to Vegeta then. You wanted him to stay with you.”

“I won’t lie. I have a bit of a bad-boy fetish. Yamcha’s ruggedness and danger attracted me to him when we met.” Bulma was wistful of the meeting with her first love but when she saw judgment in ChiChi’s eyes, she got annoyed. “You let Piccolo stay with you for three years and you didn’t know all he did for Goku and Gohan on Namek. He’s family to you now.”

“It wasn’t my choice to have Piccolo live with us. It was Goku’s decision and he dropped the news on me the day he came back. I was pissed. It took weeks for us to make up and it took me months before I tolerated Piccolo and that was after I got some good hits in.”

Bulma was intrigued. ChiChi never shared this story. “You hit Piccolo?”

“Every day he left Gohan alone. Six months.”

Bulma snorted at the image of ChiChi hitting Piccolo for that long. “And what did he do?”

“Nothing.” ChiChi was very smug about that. “He knew if he put a hand on me, Goku would set him straight.”

Bulma chuckled softly before falling into full-blown laughter. ChiChi joined in laughing. It still brought a smile to her face how she hit Piccolo and he didn’t dare do anything about that. The laughter broke the tension split between the women.

“Maybe I was blind,” Bulma admitted, “but can you blame me wanting to see the best in Vegeta? He was trying. He really was, ChiChi. I can’t believe he would throw all of that away.” Bulma’s voice wobbled as the tears came again. “After all these years, don’t we mean anything to him?”

ChiChi embraced Bulma and let the woman cry on her shoulder. “He does care about you and Trunks, Bulma. Vegeta made a mistake but he’ll prove how much you and Trunks mean to him.”

****

It was over. Vegeta was ready to admit defeat. There was no way to stop Majin Boo without making the final sacrifice. Vegeta tried everything but nothing could stop him. Not even working with Piccolo, Trunks and Goten.

I really fucked things up. My selfishness killed Gohan and unleashed a beast that will destroy everyone if I don’t stop him. Bulma… Trunks…. you won’t understand now. You might even hate me for what I’ve done. In time, maybe you can forgive me.

His son stood with him, ready to join him in the fight against Majin Boo but Vegeta wasn’t going to allow that. This was his battle. This was his death.

“Trunks, take care of Mom.”

“Huh?” Trunks didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

Decision made, Vegeta felt light as if something was removed from him. This was very different from when he died at Freeza’s hands. He felt anger and guilt then. Now he felt at peace, as if this was the right thing to do. Is this what you felt when you sacrificed yourself to Cell, Kakarrot? A vision of Bulma and Trunks appeared before him. It was when they were together at the park. Bulma took pictures as he pushed Trunks on a swing. He could hear Trunks saying, ‘Higher, Dad. Higher.’ Is this what you saw, Kakarrot? Your family as I am seeing mine?

The vision faded as Vegeta told Trunks and Goten. “You two make your escape. I’ll fight Majin Boo by myself.”

“No!” Trunks argued against that. “We’ll fight with you or you’ll be killed!”

He is my son. How ironic he thought. Trunks in this and the other timeline will grow up without him. “Trunks…. I never held you even when you were a baby.” He smiled at his son. “Let me give you a hug.” Vegeta wasn’t surprised Trunks stared at him as if he were an alien. He never showed any affection to his child. Vegeta rested his hand on the back of Trunks’ neck and pulled him forward so he can hold his son against him.

He felt Trunks resisting and grumbling, “This is embarrassing.”

Vegeta smiled. If he’s allowed to, he’ll keep this memory in the afterlife. He wasn’t like Goku. He felt it but he couldn’t say ‘I love you.’ All he could say to his son, his heir is, “Take care…. Trunks.”

He whacked Trunks on the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious. Goten screamed, demanding to know why he did that. There was so much of Goku in this young boy. Would’ve been interesting to see how he turned out. He delivered the same blow to Goten’s stomach. He fell unconscious adjacent to Trunks.

Piccolo descended from the sky and picked up the boys. “You’re planning to die, aren’t you?”

Vegeta didn’t think he had to answer what Piccolo knew. Instead, he asked, “Will I be able to see Kakarrot in the afterlife?” Maybe we can resume our match there.

Time was short and Piccolo didn’t want to mince words to give Vegeta hope of something that will not happen. “No. You’ve killed too many innocents. You will lose your body and your soul will go to a place different from where Goku resides.”

Isn’t that fucking great? “I see. Pity.” Vegeta focused on the big and pudgy Majin Boo. It was time to end this. “Then go….. now!”

Piccolo left with Goten and Trunks. He looked back at Vegeta one last time, memorizing this heroic and final act. Give him Hell, Vegeta.

For Vegeta, he wasn’t facing death mortally injured. He wasn’t filled with regrets, anger and missed opportunities. He was a man at peace, smiling as he faced death in its pink, lumpy form. He lived a good life thanks to Goku. If not for him, the oppressor of his people would still be alive. He never would’ve met Bulma who tolerated and accepted his stubborn ways and give him a son he was damn proud of.

A massive ball of Ki surrounded Vegeta. Majin Boo hopped and pounded his chest like an angry beast. “I’ve got to blow you to smithereens so you can’t regenerate again!”

Oh, that got Majin Boo’s attention. He looked worried. It was the first time he saw fear.

Vegeta smirked. He wouldn’t be around to enjoy this victory but he’ll be glad to take Majin Boo with him to the afterlife. He summoned all his power to turn himself into a ticking time bomb. This explosion will destroy everything for miles. Unlike Goku’s instantaneous death, Vegeta knew in his final seconds, he will suffer excruciating pain. Reaching the limits of his power, Vegeta mentally counted down.

Ten seconds.

The vision of Bulma and Trunks at the part appeared again. I do this for you…. Bulma…. Trunks…..

Another vision appeared as Goku joined Bulma and Trunks. The tall Saiyan smiled that endearing grin and waved him over as if encouraging Vegeta to join them.

One second.

And even you…… Kakarrot.

To Be Continued

Part 40: Revival (A lot more sooner than this update!)

It has been much too long since updated. I can’t believe it has been over a year and I am deeply sorry for that. I felt I had to take a break and get away from this story. It was meant to be a couple of months as I focused on other stories and it bloviated into a year. I had family issues to take care of this past year that slowed down my writing immensely. Things are spinning more positively now and I hope it continues that way. I deeply, deeply, thank you all for your patience and support in this story and waiting for an update. I felt guilt many times for seeing reviews begging for an update. I wasn’t sure how to respond and I am sorry about that but I appreciate all who love and support this story.

Until next time and a lot more sooner!!

In the manga, Trunks and Goten won as the winner won 10 million zeni and 5 million zeni respectively. I will treat zeni as Japanese Yen so 10 million zeni equals to 74K US dollars and 5 million zeni equals to 37K US dollars which can be a lot but not enough to live on forever.

Videl in Super is not the same as Videl in this part of DBZ I am writing. Videl was very arrogant and headstrong (not solely her fault) and I am writing her as how she acted during this arc.

I like Gohan but Gohan did slack off in those seven years. He struggled against Dabura which might have been due to not getting all his powers restored from Kibito since Gohan’s power is significant but even in the anime Vegeta broke down Gohan’s struggles was more than just strength. When Videl fought Spopovich, Gohan didn’t notice Videl was in over her head. Goku saw the match after it started and knew within a few moments something wasn’t right. Gohan facing Cell had more awareness.

I don’t know if it is canon or not but I’ve seen posts saying that Mark is Mr. Satan’s real name with Mr. Satan being his stage name like a wrestler.

The anime really dragged out scenes of Mr. Satan celebrating his win when those scenes could’ve been used to show more adventures with the gang searching for dragon balls or discussing what Vegeta did.

I’m sure there were more notes but I forgot.

[spilledbeans116]

WORKING ON MY FINAL ESSAY THEN I’M DONE WITH THE SEMESTER AND IT’LL BE TIME FOR SUMMER FINALLY!!!!!

Perhaps I’ll write a one-shot to celebrate >:)

If ya’ll have requests or ideas for it MY INBOX IS OPEN I don’t bite I promise!!!!!

What my summer gonna be lookin like

[celestial-alignment]

After breaking up with Yamcha at the 23rd World Tournament, Bulma is reeling and looking for a revenge rebound. A grown-up Goku just so happens to be available.

[db-gochifan]

Dragon Ball Ships Week 2023 - Day 2: Fight

Title: The Set Up Characters: Bulma Briefs, Yamcha, Chi-Chi and Son Goku Pairing: Bulma/Yamcha and minor Goku/Chi-Chi Summary: Bulma has had enough of Yamcha's fan club.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Bulma was working frantically in her bedroom while Yamcha was lying down on her bed watching her. Suddenly some screams could be heard from outside and the couple went to look through the window. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She screamed angrily. “What are these girls doing here?” “I have no idea.” “You didn’t tell them you were here?” “Of course not, Bulma. Why would I?” He began to walk away. “Are you going to tell them to leave?” “Not exactly.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “I’m going to talk to them.” “What the hell?!” She began to follow him down the hall. “Why?” “It’s rude to see and hear them outside and not do something about it.” “They will go away eventually if you just ignore them.” “I can’t do that. It’s insensitive.” “You’re way too nice sometimes.” “Why are you so angry at these girls anyway? You’re the one I’m with.” “I’m not angry at them. I just don’t like them making such a scene in front of my house. So talk to them quickly, so they can go home and leave us alone.” “I’ll be right back.” He kissed her on the cheek and then left outside. The small crowd of girls went crazier when Yamcha walked out of the Capsule Corp. They quickly made a circle around him and started talking all at once. “Girls, please.” He said, feeling a little desperate already. “I can’t hear you if you keep talking all together.” “Yamcha, do you want to have some coffee next weekend?” “I really don’t think…” “Get real, girl, he wouldn’t go out with you.” One of the girls looked at the one who had just asked him out up and down in a depreciative way. “Hey, there’s no need to…” Everything happened so fast Yamcha didn’t have time to react. The first girl jumped on him and kissed him on the lips. Even though he quickly pushed her away, the door from Capsule Corp slammed open and a very furious Bulma walked towards the crowd. “What the hell is going on here?” She shouted, not at all bothering to hide how she was feeling at the moment. She motioned to grab the girl by her collar, but Yamcha was faster and stopped it. “Whose side are you on?” “I just don’t want to see anyone fight.” “Whatever this is, it’s over. Now get out of here before I call the police!” “What an awful woman.” “And she isn’t even that pretty.” “SAY THAT AGAIN! YOU SHOULD GET A MIRROR FIRST.” “Bulma!” “Don’t talk to me!” She snapped and pushed his hand away, angrily marching back to Capsule Corp. “It didn’t mean anything, I swear. She took me by surprise.” “Really? It didn’t seem like it. Now I can understand why you were so anxious and excited to come outside.” “Wait a moment, what does that mean? I don’t even know that girl.” Yamcha closed the door behind him and followed her down the hall. “But she seemed pretty familiar about you.” “What are you implying?” “Do you hear that?” Goku asked as he walked past Capsule Corp with Chi-Chi. “Yeah.” She exchanged glances with him before looking at the building. “There seems to be a big fight going on inside. That’s Bulma’s voice.” “Should we take a look?” “Absolutely. We don’t want anyone to get hurt, right?” “Right.” He followed his girlfriend to the front door. “Wait a moment, are you just gonna sneak in unannounced?” “It’s fine.” She reassured him. “Capsule Corp has been my second home for as long as I can remember. I have a free pass. Come on.” “Alright then.” He followed her inside and immediately covered his ears when the screams got louder. “Geez, Bulma has a very powerful voice.” “Tell me about it.” “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER!” The screams inside the Capsule Corp could be heard a few meters away and people in the street couldn’t stop staring at it, wondering what was going on. On the inside, Yamcha was trying to work things out with Bulma, but at the same time he tried to defend himself from the things she was throwing at him. “But, Bulma, I don’t know what else I can do to make them stop. I’ve tried everything I could.” “You didn’t try enough!” She yelled, throwing another thing towards him, which he dodged successfully. “Come on, Bulma. I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear. They just like me because I’m on the baseball team and on the martial arts one too. They don’t know me at all.” “So you think this is funny?!” She motioned to get to him, but a pair of strong arms held her back. “Whoa, calm down.” Goku’s voice echoed. “Don’t you think you should give Yamcha a chance to explain himself?” “Let me go, Goku.” “Only if you promise not to do anything to Yamcha.” “I’m not promising you anything.” “Then I won’t let you free.” “No?” She started kicking him frantically, but he only held her tighter. “Ugh, release me right now!” “No, sorry. You need to calm down first.” “I don’t need to calm down.” She kept on kicking him to get free. Eventually she gave up trying and turned towards her boyfriend. “Get out of here! I don’t want to see you ever again!” “But, Bulma, I…” “Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” She hissed. “And take these fucking girls with you when go.” “Bu…” “You better go, Yamcha.” Chi-Chi intervened. “Everything you say here can be bad for you.” “Yeah, you’re right.” Yamcha said, defeated. “Okay, I’ll go.” “And don’t bother coming back.” Bulma turned to her friends. “I’m sorry you had to witness this.” “It’s alright.” The brunette woman said in a reassuring way and walked to her, holding her forearms and leading her to her bed. “Do you want some water or anything? Tea, maybe?” “No, I’m fine. I’m just glad he’s finally gone.” Chi-Chi exchanged a look with her boyfriend and gave him a very subtle nod. Goku understood what she wanted right away, and he quickly left his friend’s bedroom and went after Yamcha. “Do you want to talk about it?” “Not really.” Bulma could feel the anger building up inside her again. “I just can’t stand how he never does anything about them.” “About… the girls fangirling over him?” “He can’t seem to put an end to it and it’s getting really annoying.” “That’s how Yamcha is. He has a hard time calling people out.” “Yeah, but they were over the line. It’s so frustrating!” “Why are you so bothered by this? You were the one who said you didn’t want to label what you two have. If it was up to him, you’d be in a serious relationship by now. If you changed your mind, you should tell him. I have no doubt he’d agree with this.” “I didn’t change my mind. I just want these girls to leave him alone. It’s the same thing every day at school.” “I don’t know what’s so repulsive about dating him for real. He’s a good guy.” “I don’t want to, okay?” Bulma snapped. “I don’t want it.” “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Don’t get stressed over this.” Thanks to Goku’s good physical condition from being an athlete, he was able to catch up with his friend quite fast. “Yamcha, wait up!” “Hey, Goku.” He briefly looked over his shoulder and waited for him. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.” “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. What was that all about, by the way?” “Bulma was pissed off because some of the girls from school found out I was here and were making a fuss outside.” “Why didn’t you just tell them to go away?” “I went outside to talk to them, hoping they would realize it for themselves, and one of them crossed the line and kissed me. I was taken aback, I swear.” Yamcha added quickly. “The thing is that Bulma saw it and was beyond mad over that.” “Geez. That’s tough.” Goku scratched the back of his hair. “So what are you going to do about it?” “There’s nothing to do really. No matter how much I try to convince her otherwise, she just want something casual. Maybe it’s time to let her go.” “Are you serious?” “I don’t see any other option, do you? If you have any idea, please share it.” Goku put his arm over Yamcha’s shoulder and grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do.” **** A few days went by and Bulma began to really miss Yamcha. She also couldn’t stop thinking about Chi-Chi’s words that afternoon. Maybe it was time to have something more serious with Yamcha. But that also meant backing down and apologizing, something she wasn’t exactly used to doing. She closed her eyeshadow palette and put it away, taking one final look at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know how she agreed to go out with Goku and Chi-Chi that night, but they insisted so much that she was won over. She had to confess she felt weird doing that without Yamcha. It was quite common for them to have double dates. She sighed deeply and forced herself to stand up and finish getting ready. They were going to pick her up very soon. “Oh God. I should have trusted my intuition.” Bulma covered her mouth in shock when she realized Goku and Chi-Chi were going to have a romantic date before they invited her. “I can’t believe you did that!” “You’d have declined if we told you and we wanted to cheer you up.” “Yeah, but you wanted to have a moment alone and now I’m the annoying third wheel.” “Don’t be silly, Bulma.” Goku said. “We wanted to invite you. Besides, we can have other dates to be alone, right?” “That’s right.” Chi-Chi nodded. “So, we don’t want you to feel bad about it, okay? This is our attempt to cheer you up.” “You guys are the best. I cannot thank you enough.” “It’s the least we could do.” “We just wanted to see you happy.” “Well, then…” She sat down on a chair and grinned. “I’ll take it.” The night was going smoothly. Bulma was having a great time with her two friends, but couldn’t help but notice they grew anxious and nervous as the time progressed. It was almost like they were waiting for something to happen. “Okay, what’s going on?” “Nothing is going on.” Chi-Chi replied calmly, but avoided making eye contact with her best friend. “I don’t be…” Her voice trailed off when she looked over Goku’s shoulder and spotted Yamcha walking in their direction. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. He was also wearing a black tie and was carrying a large bouquet of daisies. Bulma immediately knew what was going on. “You two set me up.” “Not exactly.” Goku defended his wife. “If you want to blame anyone, you should blame me. It was my idea, Chi-Chi had nothing to do with it.” “It’s okay, Goku.” Chi-Chi touched and squeezed his hand in a reassuring way. “I agreed to do this. It felt like the right thing to do. He was missing you and so were you, so…” “Hey, Bulma.” “Hi.” Bulma refused to look at her boyfriend, though she was happy to see him again. “These are for you.” Yamcha placed the bouquet beside her. “I’m sorry for what happened the other day. And I was hoping we could talk.” “Sure.” Bulma pushed her chair away and followed him downstairs. “So what do you want to talk about?” “You look beautiful.” Bulma thought of snapping at him, but decided not to eventually. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. Did you like the flowers.” “I did. They’re very beautiful.” “I’m glad.” He gave a small smile and then turned serious again. “I’m sorry again about what happened a few days ago.” “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been that mean to you.” “You were right…” Yamcha stopped talking and blinked a few times, visibly surprised. “Wait, what did you say?” “I shouldn’t have been that mean to you.” She repeated with a small smile in her face as she looked into his dark eyes. “You were just being you in the end.” “Yeah, I couldn’t be mean to them. They didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, other than being loud in front of your house.” “That’s true.” Bulma gave one step closer to her boyfriend and slid her hands through his arms. “But can we not talk about them tonight?” “Of course.” He cautiously put an arm around her waist, afraid she would take it badly. To his surprise, she grabbed his other one and did the same. His fingers laced together behind her. “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” She glanced up at him. “You did?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “I did. And I realized I wouldn’t mind having something serious with you.” “What?” “We’re in a relationship already, so why not label it as such?” “I like that.” Yamcha’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled warmly at her. “So do you officially want to be my girlfriend?” “But I already am, aren’t I?” “You are, but I just want to make it official.” “Okay then.” Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and took one more step towards him. “Now let’s stop talking and get into it.” “Alright.” He tightened his arms around her at the same time she stood on her toes and kissed him passionately and deeply. **** Goku and Chi-Chi walked out of the restaurant after a while and found Bulma and Yamcha still on the sidewalk watching the moon above. “There you are.” The man said with a smile when he spotted them in each other’s arms. “So everything worked out in the end.” “It did.” Bulma nodded. “But I still can’t believe you set me up like that.” “I’m sorry, Bulma. It was for a good cause and I don’t regret it for a second.” “Thanks for helping me out, by the way.” “No problem. That’s what friends are for.” “Wait, what do you mean by helping you out?” She looked at her boyfriend with a curious face. “Nothing.” He talked it off. “Goku is just joking. You know how he can be sometimes.” “Hmm.” She didn’t seem convinced at all, but decided not to get into another argument over it. “I’m just happy you two are back together.” Chi-Chi commented. “You make a beautiful couple.” “Couple does have a nice ring, actually.” Bulma said, more to herself than anything. “Couple?! What…” The brunette’s eyes widened. “You better start talking now!” “Okay.” She smiled. “Who wants to go to my house?”

[ex35life]

I just posted the 3rd chapter for my fic about Piccolo and ChiChi post Cell Games. Goten is about to make his appearance, and Piccolo and Gohan are doing their best to help. Despite ChiChi insisting she's fine, they know she needs more help than they can give. I have a headcanon about an infamous line from Super that I address in this chapter.

[aquapen]

[firestorm1991]

You can also read it on AO3.

[jazzystudios82]

Black Magic - Chapter 3: Preparations

Previous Chapter. . . . Next Chapter. . . .

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Brier's Room. . . . 

The next day, Brier woke up in her bed to find Beerus by her side, his left hand placed over her waist. The Titaness smiled at the sight, and as much as she wanted to continue to enjoy the sight, she knew that she and Beerus had to get up and prepare for the upcoming tournament.

“Beerus. Love, it’s time to get up.” she said, using her right hand to gently stir him from his slumber. She was successful, since Beerus slowly opened his eyes and let out yawn. “Morning, darling.” was all he said as he moved and placed his head in the middle of her chest. Brier raised a brow at this. “Love, what are you doing?” she asked as she attempted to sit up. While she managed to do so, Beerus was now resting his head on her lap.

“Just resting,” he said. Brier playfully rolled her eyes. “You do realize that we have to prepare for the tournament, right?” she questioned. 

“Oh. . .right.” he said, sounding disinterested. Though Brier knew that he was very much invested in the tournament, since Earth’s food was on the line. He was just a little lazy this morning. Beerus let out another yawn as he reluctantly got up out of her bed. “I suppose we should contact Champa to further discuss the rules for the competition. But before that, we should probably take baths.” 

“Great. Now we should-” 

Brier was interrupted when her husband lifted her out of bed and had her in his embrace. “B-Beerus! What are you doing?” she asked, her face flushed. Beerus smirked upon seeing her embarrassed face. “Isn’t it obvious, darling?” he asked. “?” Brier thought about what he said, then realization dawned on her. “. . .We’re heading to the bathing chambers, aren’t we?” she asked, embarrassed. 

“Indeed." Beerus answered, sounding rather cheeky. "Do you object to it?” 

Having gotten over her embarrassment, and now feeling a little more bold, Brier lightly smiled as she leaned close to his face and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Of course not." 

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Planet Earth, Capsule Corp. . . .

“Hey guys!” Goku exclaimed, his hand waving in the air to get the deities' attention. Alongside him was none other than Vegeta. “Glad to see that you’re excited, Son Goku.” Brier said as she and her traveling companions descended to the ground beneath them. The Saiyan in orange was practically vibrating. “How can I not be?! The idea of fighting warriors from another universe has my blood pumping!” Goku replied

Brier looked at Vegeta to see if he was excited as well, but of course, the Saiyan Prince looked the same as usual. Not that she was surprised or anything.

"By the way, what took you all so long?" Vegeta asked. "You were supposed to be here by 7:00. It’s 7:10." Whis let out a small laugh and said, "Well Vegeta, it seemed that my lord and lady had a bit of trouble getting out the door on time." Vegeta raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Yeah, what are you talking about?" both he and Goku asked.

"!" Brier and Beerus stiffened. The married pair looked at him to see that he had his right hand over his mouth. He wouldn’t reveal what they were doing earlier as if it was a form of gossip, would he? 

“Whis, what’s so funny?” Goku asked. “Oh nothing you need to worry about, Goku.” Whis told him, removing his hand from his mouth. “Oh come on, tell me! Is it some kind of inside joke that you three have?” Goku insisted. “Well, if you insist-” “A-Actually, I think that this is the perfect time to discuss the rules of the tournament!” “Y-Yes! I completely agree!” Brier and Beerus declared. 

This caught the attention of Goku and Vegeta, who both nodded their heads in agreement and led the three deities to the balcony where Bulma had given Whis lunch the last time he was on Earth. Everyone grabbed their own chairs and took a seat so they could get started. ‘I can’t believe that you were going to tell them that, Whis!’ Brier told him in his mind, nearly glaring at him with flushed cheeks. 

‘Oh please, as if I’d actually discuss your sex lives with these two.’ Whis replied. ‘Give me some credit, old friend.’ ‘. . .fine. Just don’t do this again, please. Beerus won’t let this go as easily as I did.’  

“So what should the rules for the tournament be?” Brier asked, doing her best to not sound embarrassed from the little stunt Whis nearly pulled. “Shouldn’t we wait for Champa, Vados, and Camellia to get here so we can discuss it with them?” Goku questioned. “I can send my sister the details later through the communicator Whis gave me.” Brier told him. “Oh, then in that case, I was thinking that we can keep it simple Lady Brier, like from the World Martial Arts Tournament!” Goku told her. “And what would that entail, Saiyan?” Beerus asked. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You three weren’t there. So basically, if you step out of the ring, then you’re out, and there’s no killing or weapons allowed.” Goku explained.

“And there should be a written test for those who want to enter.” Vegeta added, causing everyone else to look at him and wait for him to continue. “We don’t need a mindless monster on either side, only those who can understand the rules.”

‘Naturally.’ Brier thought as she summoned her communicator and began sending the rules that they made so far to her sister Camellia, who’d surely inform Champa and Vados. “Let’s also make sure that we choose five strong fighters, ones who are close in power to you two.” Brier said to Goku and Vegeta. “Do you two have anyone in mind?”

“Yeah! I can think of a couple we can choose.” Goku said. Vegeta nodded his head as a response. “We need Buu for sure! And Piccolo.” 

“What about your son, Sir Gohan?” Brier asked. “Isn’t he a strong warrior?” 

“She’s right, Kakarot.” Vegeta said. “Out of all of us, Gohan has the most potential.” “Normally I’d agree with you on that, Vegeta, but Gohan’s really into his academics these days. I’m pretty sure he even lost his training clothes.” Goku told him. “Well, that’s a shame.” Vegeta replied. "Who else, then?"

“There’s no need. I’ve already picked the last one.” Beerus said. “Really? Who?” Goku and Brier asked simultaneously. Brier then got an idea of who he could have picked, and replied with: 

“You better not pick either Blanc or Rosa. They’re supposed to be taking a break from training and studying, and I don’t want them to get involved in this silly game you and Champa are playing.”

“You have nothing to worry about, darling.” Beerus told her with a small smile. “They won’t need to participate in this tournament.” “Ok, then who are you choosing?” she asked, curious.

“The strongest person I’ve ever encountered in my long history of fights.”

“. . .Who-”

“WHAT?!” Both Goku and Vegeta shouted, interrupting Brier. “You’re not talking about Whis, are you?” Goku asked. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not.” Beerus told him. “Besides, Angels aren’t allowed to participate. It’d make things too easy.” The two Saiyans looked at the angelic attendant for an answer, and all he gave was a little nod as a response.

“Then who-”

“It’s not something you two need to worry about.” Beerus interrupted. “Just go get that woman Bulma started on making the radar and recruit those two friends of yours.” Goku and Vegeta nodded and headed inside the Capsule Corp building to talk with Bulma. When the two left, Brier and Whis looked at the God of Destruction with a look of confusion. “Who exactly are you talking of, my lord?” Whis asked first. “Indeed. I don’t recall you ever mentioning someone with equal strength before Son Goku’s Super Saiyan God transformation.” Brier added. “Is there something that you’re not telling us?” the two asked at the same time.

“Brier, darling. Do you remember the name of that one mortal you’re acquainted with?” Beerus questioned, ignoring their own question. 

“Hm? You mean Monaka?” Brier asked. Beerus nodded. 

“What about him?” 

“I have an important assignment for him.” 

Brier and Whis quickly realized what he was talking about. This was going to go badly for them, wasn’t it?

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“Alright. Here it is!” Bulma said with an excited look. She handed the silver colored Dragon Radar to Goku and Vegeta, who were next to Piccolo, who just so happened to be visiting Bulma for his own reasons. “Wow! That was quick!” Goku said as he grabbed hold of the radar. “Vegeta only told you about it yesterday, and you got it done already! You never cease to amaze me, Bulma!”

“Thanks for the compliment, Goku.” Bulma said as she sat down in her chair and grabbed her mug to drink from. “By the way, I was wondering. . .do you guys think that the Super Dragon Balls are in our universe as well?” she asked them. 

"It's possible, though we're not sure." Vegeta said. “Just in case, we should look for them in our universe before the tournament starts.” “That sounds like a good idea.” Bulma responded. “But then again-” 

“Hey Bulma,” Goku said. “This radar isn’t showing anything on the screen.” He showed Bulma the Dragon Radar, and like he said, there was nothing on display. 

“What does that mean?” Piccolo asked. “Is it broken?” 

“Well, our location right now is on the edge of the universe. So that means that we can’t search all of space from here.” Bulma told Piccolo as she set her mug down on her desk and stood up from her chair. “You should either be going to the center of the universe or moving from planet to planet.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, then why don’t we ask Whis or Brier for help?” Goku questioned. “Oh, that.” Bulma had a concerned look on her face due to Goku’s question. “I didn’t want to. I’m worried what Beerus could use the Super Dragon Balls for.” 

“You think he’d use it for something nefarious?” Piccolo asked. 

“Maybe. I honestly don’t know.” Bulma said. “Well in any case. . .” Bulma pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. After a second or two, the person she called answered. “Hello? Hey sis, is that you?” 

All three men were shocked. Since when did Bulma have a sister? And how could she help them?

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“Hey! I can’t believe that you had Tights call me for this! I’m very busy with my duties!” Jaco shouted. “I’m a member of an elite group!” “Hey, I just want you to help me get to the center of the universe, not the galaxy!” Bulma told him. 

Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo watched the two’s semi-heated discussion. 

“You must be joking! A single galaxy is inexplicably huge! Do you even know how many galaxies there are in the universe?! What makes you think that anyone knows how to. . . .”

Bulma noticed Jaco trailing off, and waited for him to get to the point. 

“If that’s what you want, we could try to ask Lord Zuno.” Jaco told her. 

“?” This made Bulma confused. She’s never heard of him before. “Who’s Lord Zuno?” she asked. “Lord Zuno is a mysterious man who knows everything in the universe!” Jaco told her. “He even knows the pattern on a lady’s panties without even seeing them.”

Ignoring the final part, Bulma asked, “Do you think that Lord Zuno knows where the Super Dragon Balls are?” “Well, I don’t know what those are, but Lord Zuno will definitely know.” Jaco answered. “Alright, then let’s go!” Bulma said. “You gotta take us to him right now!” 

Jaco sighed. He really didn’t have a choice in this. “Alright. But just to let you know, there’s only room for one other person on my ship.” “Then I’ll go alone.” Bulma said. She followed Jaco to his spaceship and after getting inside, Vegeta walked up to Jaco’s ship and said, “Hey jackass!”

“What?” Jaco asked, getting annoyed. “Don’t you dare do anything weird to my Bulma. Got it?” Vegeta told him with a glare. “?” Jaco had a confused look on his pale blue face, until he realized what Vegeta was talking about. He let out little laughs here and there, up until Bulma slapped the back of his head. “Just go already!” she told him. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Jaco had started up his ship and began their journey. “I’ll see you soon!” Bulma shouted before they got too far away for them to hear her. 

Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo waved goodbye at their friend. “You know, we really do have such strong wives, huh Vegeta. . .” Goku said. “Hmph. . .I suppose so.” Vegeta answered. “But I don’t mind it. In fact, I actually like her feistiness. Most of the time.” “I hear ya, buddy! That’s why I’m with Chi-Chi!” Goku said. “You know, now that I think about it, that’s probably what got Gohan interested in Videl when they were younger.” 

“Well of course, Saiyans are only attracted to strong men and women. It’s part of our DNA.” Vegeta explained. “Oh, really?” Goku asked. 

While Vegeta further explained to Goku about this little fun fact, Piccolo himself was extremely surprised. The expression on his face made it seem as if he discovered something extremely valuable. ‘O-Of course! That explains everything!’ 

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Outer Space, Unnamed Planet. . . .

“Alright. We’re also going to need bathrooms.” Champa said to Vados, who was using her scepter to create the foundation for the upcoming tournament. “And I want concession stands too!” 

“Lord Champa, are the concession stands really necessary?” Camellia asked. She didn’t want Vados to overwork herself. “Yes, Camellia! You requested that the fighters have a fifteen minute break between fights, so the audience is going to need to get refreshments!” Champa told her. 

“But Vados-” 

“I appreciate you worrying about me, Lady Camellia, but I assure you that I’ll be fine.” Vados told her with a smile. “Are you certain?” Camellia asked, wanting to be sure. Vados gave her a nod, which allowed Camellia to relax, if only for a little bit. “But I still think that I should handle the food and drinks for the concession stands! That way you don’t have to do everything.” 

While Vados would have told her that it was fine, she knew that Camellia wouldn’t fully relax unless she helped out in some way, so she relented. “Oh alright. Go ahead.” she told her, which made Camellia smile, and whispered. “Besides, I think that you’ll be better at this than me. After all, you know how to trick Lord Champa into eating his fiber.” 

“What was that?” Champa asked. 

“Nothing, my lord.” Vados told him. 

After Vados finished setting up the arena, she looked back at her Destroyer God and asked, “By the way, did you already decide on who to choose as fighters for the tournament?” 

“Well, those two guys my brother had at his place were most likely Saiyans.” Champa said. “Then that means that I’m going to have to choose some Saiyans as well.” 

“I see. Do you have anyone else in mind?” Vados questioned. “Well that’s easy.” Champa said. He looked at his fellow deity Camellia, who was looking through her recipe book she summoned, and told Vados, “Have Camellia contact Frost. Her boy will do just nicely for the tournament.” 

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Outer Space. . . .

“A battle against Universe #6?! Super Dragon Balls?! Even an elite such as myself has never heard of anything like this before!” Jaco exclaimed. “Well, I’ve never heard about anything like this either!” Bulma told him. “I literally only just learned about it yesterday.” 

“If that’s true, then this tournament sounds really interesting.” Jaco said. “Do you mind if I go see it?” “No, I don’t.” Bulma replied. “In fact, I’m pretty sure Brier said that we can invite family and friends to watch as spectators. I’m sure that you can even bring your girlfriend if you want.” 

“. . .” Jaco’s silence was a shock for Bulma. He normally wouldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend if given the chance. “Huh? Jaco, what’s-wait, don’t tell me you were dumped again!” 

“Y-You’re wrong! She just told me that I haven’t found the right person yet!” Jaco exclaimed. “Hate to tell you this, but that’s normally a thing girls say when they want to break up.” Bulma told him. 

“You really have no tact, huh.”

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Lord Zuno’s Planet. . . .

As soon as Jaco landed his ship, he and Bulma headed straight towards where Jaco claimed Zuno’s palace would be. As Bulma looked around, she noticed that the buildings on Zuno’s planet were reminiscent of temples and traditional Japanese buildings. There were even bridges, ponds, and trees that fit in with the atmosphere and the owner’s sense of style. Their walk didn’t last long as Jaco walked up to two guards standing in front of the temple. 

“Uh, hi, we’re here to see Lord Zuno. We have some questions for him.” Jaco told the guards nervously. The guards looked at each other for a brief moment, but they ultimately allowed Bulma and Jaco inside. A few minutes later, the guards brought them straight to their master, Zuno. 

Bulma wasn’t sure what she was expecting Zuno to look like, but this certainly wasn’t it: 

He had a rather large head, practically over-sized, black hair that was styled in a traditional Japanese chonmage hairstyle, pale pink skin, and large earlobes. His attire consisted of a yellow robe and red jacket. Beside him were two attendants that looked like miniature versions of him.

“So you have questions, yes?” the attendant on the left asked. “Yes.” Jaco answered. “Then please present your offering.” the attendant told him. ‘Offering? Jaco didn’t say anything about that.’ Bulma thought to herself, getting worried. 

“Allow me.” Jaco said as he walked towards Zuno. He walked to his right and, much to Bulma’s shock and surprise, planted a kiss on his cheek. 

“Since you are a man, I shall grant you one question.” Zuno told the Galactic Patrolman. “Thank you, my lord.” Jaco said with a respectful bow. He walked back towards Bulma and whispered, “Behold how knowledgeable he truly is!” Jaco then asked his question: 

“Lord Zuno. . .please tell me how big this female Earthling named Bulma’s breasts are!” 

“They are 83.4 centimeters. They were once at 87.2 centimeters, but they have shrunk and become pendulous after breastfeeding.”  Zuno revealed, his neutral facial expression never changing. 

“!!” Bulma immediately covered her chest, as she felt a bit violated at the moment. Why on Earth did Jaco ask him that?! 

“How’s that? Spot on, right?” Jaco asked with a smile, though Bulma was not impressed. She was more angry with him than anything. “Shut up!” she shouted as she slapped Jaco in the back of the head. 

“The woman with the pendulous breasts over there! Do you also wish to ask anything?” the attendant asked. “Yes!” Bulma yelled, still angry with Jaco. “That’s why I’m here after all!” 

“Then present your offering.” 

“Ugh, geez!”

Swallowing her disgust, Bulma walked up to Zuno and gave him a kiss on his left cheek. As soon as she walked back to Jaco, Bulma waited for Zuno to speak. 

“You are a woman, but you are middle-aged and not my type.” Zuno said. “I shall allow you to ask me three questions.” “Excuse me?! This beauty right here is only allowed two more questions than this idiot?!” Bulma yelled, gesturing to Jaco as ‘the idiot’. “Correct.” Zuno told her. “That was one question. Please ask two more.” The attendant said. 

“Huh?! Seriously?!” This information shocked Bulma greatly. That counted as a question? If that’s the case, then she needed to be careful with how she phrased things and get to the important parts. “Ok then, tell me everything you know about the Super Dragon Balls!” 

“The Super Dragon Ball, otherwise known as “Wishing Balls”, were created by the Divine Dragon God Zalama in the year 41 of the Sacred Calendar. They are flawless, perfect orbs that are light yellow in color, with a diameter of 37,196, 2204 KM. There are seven of them shared between Universes #6 and #7. Each has a number of red stars that-” 

The information was going by too fast for poor Bulma, but she did her best to keep up and wrote everything that she could in a notepad she brought with her. As soon as Zuno finished with his answer, Bulma asked, “So. . .there are seven of them shared between the two universes?” 

“Yes. You are correct.” Zuno answered. “And with that question, that concludes your session.” his attendant said. 

“Huh?! W-Wait! I-”

“The session is over. You must leave now.” 

As Bulma and Jaco were escorted out, a few other alien beings began to enter the temple of Zuno, most likely wanting him to answer questions of their own. Realizing that they couldn’t do anything else, Bulma and Jaco went back to the ship and began to fly back to Earth. “This is all your fault for asking pointless questions!” Bulma yelled. “Now we’re returning to Earth with nothing!” “You’re one to talk!” Jaco yelled back. “You wasted two of your questions!!” 

Bulma let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair. “Well, at least we learned that there are seven Super Dragon Balls in between the two universes in total. At least that counts for something. Now take me home!”

Jaco groaned. “Rich people and their attitudes. . . .Is it difficult to say “please sir”?!! No wonder you have saggy boobs!” 

“SHUT UP!!”

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AN: Alright, from here on out the updates will be coming a lot slower since I’m working on the next chapter.

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Brotherly Love: Part Two

"That didn’t take long.”

Alarms blared as soon as Raditz broke from his cell. He wasn’t strong enough to fly or break through the specially constructed walls built to contain him. It was dumb luck he had enough strength to knock down the door of his cell but even that was at a cost of thousands of volts of electricity pouring through him. Free, Raditz went to the armory.  He discovered this place after Majin Boo killed everyone. When he plotted his escape, Raditz knew this had to be the first place to strike to limit the weapons used on him.

Raditz fired on the arsenal. The heat from his Ki triggered explosions that rattled the entire facility. As he escaped down an empty hall, Raditz heard footsteps of armed men coming from behind while some maneuvered to counter him from the front. He heard calls of ‘Freeze!’ but Raditz ignored them. This prompted security to fire on him. A few missed him but one blast hit Raditz’s back and propelled him against a wall.

“Damn!” The electro charges felt like lightning bolts. He couldn’t take many hits like that in his condition. Raditz turned to his opponents. Five came from the rear and seven came from the front. Raditz moved fast, dodging fires from the guns and striking each guard with one blow to knock them unconscious.

On the run again, Raditz easily reached the top floor. It was empty. There should be security armed to stop him but they could be scrambling to gather what weapons they had on them or salvage what was left in the armory.  Raditz took this as a positive sign and kept running. The exit was around the corner.  However, when he reached it, Adira blocked his path to freedom. She had an electro charge gun aimed at him and from the hums of it, knew Adira had it set to the highest setting.

“Go back to your cell, Raditz.”

“You know I can’t. I must do this.”

“Let me keep working on Bulma. She’ll change her mind. You’ve made so much progress, Raditz. Don’t do this.”

“I tried it your way. It didn’t work. I’m doing it my way.”

“You’re risking years of progress.”  Adira aimed at his chest. “Don’t make me use this.”

If Bulma held the gun at him, he’d be worried. “If you want to stop me, shoot me.”

Adira fired at the wall to Raditz’s right. Raditz began walking to her. Adira fired another warning shot at the ceiling. Pieces of the ceiling fell in but Raditz kept walking until there was no space between them. The barrel of Adira’s gun touched his chest. Her finger hovered on the trigger. One strike would get him on his knees. A second would immobilize him. It was so easy. She had a clean shot. Her target wouldn’t move.

“Do it,” Raditz ordered her.

But Adira couldn’t. She lowered her gun and looked away from him ashamed. “You know I can’t.”

Raditz took the gun from Adira and tossed it. “You know I have to do this.”

“I know, but just be---” Adira looked up when she heard Raditz cry out. Behind Raditz, several armed men fired on Raditz until he fell to his knees. “Stop it,” Adira ordered them. “He’s down.”

“Orders are we keep firing until he’s unconscious,” an armed man said as he and the others kept firing on Raditz.  

Overwhelmed, Raditz fell forward. The pain was excruciating. He saw Adira reaching for him but be pulled back by a guard. It was the last thing Raditz saw before he fell unconscious.

Raditz opened his eyes to see bright exam lights peering down at him. He never liked this room. He was measured and had blood drained here years ago. He laid on an exam table with tubes plugged into his arms and a round device taped to his bare chest. He could see several dark bruises on his chest and stomach and feel it on his back. Adira stood over him rubbing cream on his bruises when she noticed him awakening.

“Finally awake.”

Raditz tried to sit up, but Adira gently pushed him to lie down. “Did I try to escape?” He remembered running through the facility; the armed men and being fired on. He remembered Adira. After that, it was blurry. He was sure he was hallucinating but he thought he saw Vegeta.

“Yeah, but you failed. None of your organs are damaged. Your heart rate and blood pressure were high but it’s going down. You have bruises on your back and chest from the electro charges.” Adira rubbed cool white cream on the bruise over Raditz’s left pectoral. “With your fast healing, it should be gone in a couple of days.”

“So, I didn’t escape.” Damn. Security will be tripled. “Hold on.” Raditz noticed his wristbands were gone. Raditz sniffed. The air was fresh. His eyes darted around the room. No security. “Why am I not imprisoned?”

Adira smiled at him. “You don’t remember, do you? You were imprisoned but Vegeta freed you.”

“Prince Vegeta?” It wasn’t a hallucination. “He found me.”

“On your side,” Adira gently helped Raditz to lay on his side. She moved his hair from his back and rubbed cream on the bruises. “I don’t agree with your escape, but your plan worked. Vegeta found you, freed you and he left to get your brother. They’re on their way.”

“Kakarot?” Raditz pushed himself up. Adira tried to force him down but he pushed her hands away. “No. I won’t let my brother see me like this.” He pulled at tubes connecting him to the monitors. “I’m a Saiyan.” Raditz pushed himself off the exam table and staggered to the floor. Adira tried to help but he screamed, “No!” Raditz pressed his fingers against the table and pulled himself up. “My brother is coming. I need to prepare.”

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“My brother?” The one who turned his life upside down telling him he is an alien; who kidnapped his son and caused his first death? “Raditz?” Goku clarified. “My brother, Raditz?”

“Yes, Kakarot. I couldn’t believe it when I saw him, but he’s alive.”

Goku nodded as he took in Vegeta’s severity. “I see. I see.”

“I don’t know what Bulma was thinking.”

“Bulma?” Why was she brought up?

“Bulma revived him, Kakarot. I didn’t know until today but he’s been on Earth locked in a facility for ten years.” Goku didn’t react. He just stared. Vegeta thought of Goku as a goof and soft-hearted but Vegeta knew there was another layer under Goku dealing with this outrage.

Or so he thought until Goku burst out laughing. “You got me, Vegeta. I believed you.” He leaned against his tractor overwhelmed with laughs. “I never thought you’d get a sense of humor but you did! It’s a weird thing to joke about but you got me to laugh.”

This fool thinks I’m joking. Did his brain short-circuit instead of accepting the truth?

“Kakarot, I’m not joking. Your brother is alive.”

It was funny the first time Vegeta said it. Now it was weird. “Bulma wouldn’t revive Raditz.”

“Is that why you think I’m joking?”

“Bulma saw what Raditz did. She wouldn’t bring him back and she wouldn’t have kept this from Chi-Chi all these years.”

“And why not?”

“Things were bad between them for years. They didn’t get along but they’re friends now so Bulma wouldn’t do that to Chi-Chi.”

If only Bulma considered that when she revived Raditz. “You’re wrong, Kakarot. Raditz is alive,” Vegeta repeated as he jumped in the air. “I’ll take you to him.”

“Vegeta.” Now Goku was getting worried. “This ain’t funny.”

“I know.” Vegeta flew off leaving Goku with no choice but to follow him.

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“Raditz, this is your baby brother, Kakarot.”

Raditz touched the glass that held his growing brother. “Kakarot?”

Momma always sounded excited talking about his baby brother. Raditz didn’t feel excitement but he was curious about the growing baby. For a while, it was a blob in water but over the weeks, the blob began to form arms, legs, and a face.

“Can I play with him, Momma?”

“You’ll be too rough, Raditz.”

Raditz turned in his mother’s arms to see Daddy coming into the room. He was back from a mission. Because he’s strong like Daddy, Raditz was told he will be going on a mission soon.

“How’s Kakarot, Gine?”

“Perfect, Bardock. He’s looking more like you every day.”

Raditz watched his Daddy analyze his baby brother with his scouter. He was frowning. Momma thought baby brother was perfect but Daddy didn’t think so. “If he were really like me, he’d be strong. He’s a weak baby. He might be too weak to go on any missions.”

“Then that means Kakarot can stay home longer.” Momma always saw the bright side of things. “And when he’s home, Raditz can protect his little brother like you protect me.”

“Me? Protect Kakarot?”

Momma took Raditz’s hand and placed it on the glass where he could touch his brother’s face. “That’s right, Raditz. Kakarot is your little brother. It would be your job to protect him.”

Some protector Raditz glumly thought. I tried to kill my brother when I saw him again.

“You seem nervous? Are you worried about seeing your brother?”

Adira’s voice pulled Raditz from memories he thought he’d forgotten. For years, he felt tortured whenever he was taken back to a time he could never return to. He tried to forget his parents and the life they had by pouring himself into his missions. Living on Earth, forced him to confront it.

“I’m fine.”

Adira placed some clothes with Raditz’s armor at the end of the exam table. “Are you sure you want to wear the Saiyan armor? Earth clothes would be more comfortable and less hostile.”

Raditz grabbed his black uniform and boots. “I should greet my brother dressed as a Saiyan.”

Adira did not think that was the wisest move. “Do you remember how things were the last time you greeted your brother in those clothes?”

No wonder you’ve become so comfortable in the weakling’s world. You’re passing as one of them!

This is my only nephew. I’d hate to have to kill him.

You are a shame to our race! You will die!

Let me go, Little Brother. You’ll die if he kills me!

I don’t have a brother!

Raditz lingered on the white gym tank shirt and black jeans Adira brought as an alternative. “No. I’ll wear my Saiyan armor.”

As soon as he landed on the facility grounds, Goku felt Raditz’s energy. Vegeta wasn’t joking. Raditz was alive. I don’t believe it. Goku followed Vegeta inside. A crew assessed the damage caused during Raditz’s escape on all floors.   

Bulma paced outside Raditz’s room nervously waiting for Goku. Her heart pounded in her chest at the sight of him. He was her oldest friend and they’ve had arguments but this was a line-crossing moment that Bulma worried would damage their friendship. “Goku,” she went to him. “I didn’t mean any harm. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Goku felt a mixture of things. “I’m not mad, Bulma, but I don’t know why you did it.” 

“I did it for you.”

“Me?” Goku pointed to himself. “How?”

“Raditz knows about your family. He can give you answers.”

“My family is Chi-Chi, Gohan, Goten and Gyumao.”

Goku started to go inside Raditz’s room but Bulma blocked him. “I mean your parents. He can tell you about them.”

“After meeting Raditz, I don’t wanna know anything.”

Goku pushed Bulma aside to go in but Bulma grabbed an arm halting Goku. “I understand but it would be a waste to not learn what we could about your race and your family.”

Goku yanked his arm from Bulma. Those reasons weren’t good enough for Goku. “Bulma, you saw what Raditz did to me. He took my son and held him as ransom.”

Bulma witnessed Goku’s anger but it was never directed at her before. “That was bad but I thought Raditz could be reformed. Look at all the people you’ve changed. Piccolo and Vegeta are our friends.” She smiled and touched his arm again hoping that would soften his anger. “I had to do it. Don’t you see? You’re my friend and we’ve been through a lot together. You know I would never willingly hurt you.”

Bulma could see the anger in Goku’s eyes fade. His frown softened. She was in the clear until Goku said, “But why didn’t you tell me or Chi-Chi?”

“You were on Yardrat when I revived him.”

Goku pulled his arm out of Bulma’s touch again. “And Chi-Chi?”

“You know how Chi-Chi was then. We weren’t friendly then and she wouldn’t have understood the bigger picture.” She stepped closer to Goku and locked her eyes with his. “I’m sorry I left you in the dark, Goku. That was wrong of me.”

Bulma thought her apologetic eyes and sincerity would do the trick. It worked with Yamcha. Even Vegeta sometimes but Goku’s frown returned. “You weren’t nice to Chi-Chi then but if you couldn’t come to Chi-Chi, why didn’t you tell me after I got back from Yardrat?”

“Because I didn’t think it would take long.”

Vegeta got between Goku and Bulma. He saw her tricks and had enough of them. “Or deep down you knew this was a bad idea and you didn’t want to own it until Raditz was reformed.”

Goku used the diversion to go into Raditz’s room. He heard Vegeta ordering Bulma to stay outside before following him.  

When Goku stepped in the room, he froze. Raditz stood before him wearing the same armor when they met. For several moments, the brothers stared at each other. Raditz broke the silence with a smile. “Hello, Little Brother.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Kakarot,” Raditz corrected himself. “You look good. Strong. Father would be proud.” Vegeta stepped into the room. “Prince Vegeta.” Raditz bowed. “It’s good to see you.” He smiled again. “I never thought the three of us would be in the same room on the same side.”

“We ain’t on the same side!” But Goku was curious. “Why did you want to see me?”

Raditz expected his brother’s antagonism. “You’re my brother.”

“I don’t have a brother!”

“I know you hate me, Kakarot. I’ve done terrible things to you and my nephew but I’ve changed. The Ice Bit—Bulma offered me a new life. I want that now.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You’re my brother. You have sons. You’re my family. I want to get to know you.”

“Family?!” The gall of Raditz thinking they were family after what he did. “I had to die to protect my son from you!”

“I know and I can’t believe you did that because I wouldn’t have…..” Raditz saw his brother’s clenched hands as a warning to watch his mouth. Raditz would’ve laughed if this was twelve years ago but his brother was so much stronger than him. “Please, Little Brother. I know I’ve done some terrible things… but …. I swear to you, Kakarot….. give me one more chance.”

Please… Little Brother…. I know I’ve done some terrible things….but please let me live.

Please, Kakarot! I swear to you.

His brother told him that twelve years ago. Piccolo was going to finish him off. All Goku had to do was hold Raditz’s tail but his brother pleaded with him, and begged for his life. He promised to leave Earth and never return.  

I believed him. I let go of his tail.

Goku could still feel the impact of Raditz elbowing his face. He fell and Raditz crushed his chest with his boot. Raditz slammed it over and over uncaring about the ribs he was breaking.

What a treat! Such idiocy is rare!! How could I have thought you could be a warrior? The true warrior never hesitates to kill. Not even his own brother!

Goku’s fists trembled. He was a fool giving his brother a chance. How arrogant he was to use those same words on him and think he would make that same mistake again!

Vegeta noticed Goku’s Ki rising. Why is Kakarot getting angry? Shit! Vegeta jumped at Goku’s explosion into a Super Saiyan. Raditz fell back against the table equally startled.

“Kakarot! What are you doing?!” Raditz yelled at him. “I apologize. I am begging for mercy. I swear I’ve changed.”

Vegeta noticed that angered Goku even more. “No!” Vegeta transformed into a Super Saiyan and grabbed Goku before he could put his hands on Raditz. “What the hell is the matter with you?!”

“You’re fiery, brother, and a Super Saiyan, too.” Raditz took in Goku’s appearance. He felt embarrassed being intimidated by his brother but there was pride. “You shouldn’t be mad at me. You should thank me. If I hadn’t come back into your life, you wouldn’t be where you are now.” He laughed hoping his brother would see the irony. “You’re strong because of me.”

Raditz didn’t see the punch. He blacked out and when he opened his eyes, he was on the floor. His head throbbed with the most excruciating headache. He could move but he lost all feeling in his body from the neck down.

“Dammit! Don’t kill him!” Vegeta had an arm around Goku’s neck and the other around his waist pulling him back. Rrgh!” Vegeta grunted as Goku’s elbow slammed into his stomach. Despite the pain, Vegeta kept pulling Goku from Raditz. “Dammit! Stop!!” Goku kept lunging for Raditz while being dragged out of the room.

Adira was with Bulma now. The women watched a cursing Vegeta drag a furious Goku out of the room and down the hall. Adira went in to check on Raditz. She gasped seeing Raditz lying on the floor.  ”At least he didn’t kill you.”

“I feel dead,” Raditz saw Adira put his left arm around her neck but he couldn’t feel it. “No. Let me lay here until the feeling comes back.”

Adira put Raditz’s arm down. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing!” Raditz thought he was fair. “I swore to him I’ve changed and I wanted a chance to know him and his family.”  

Adira was skeptical that was the entire story. “Is that all?”

“Well…. I might’ve joked Kakarot is stronger now because of me.” Adira rolled her eyes. “It was a joke. I thought he would laugh.” Adira shook her head and walked off. “You don’t think it’s funny?”

Vegeta leaned against a pillar as Goku paced. His exchange with Raditz went as Vegeta expected though even he was surprised at Goku’s loss of control. He had to morph into a Super Saiyan to hold Goku back. Raditz didn’t have to say that but I never expected Kakarot to get triggered by it. Goku was calmer now he was away from his brother but the pacing made Vegeta dizzy. “Stop that pacing. What’s done is done. What are you going to do about Raditz?”

Goku stopped pacing. He stood like a statue for several moments as he contemplated his next move. “Chi-Chi needs to know about this. Gohan and Goten, too.” Vegeta was aware of the history of things kept from Chi-Chi. From stories Bulma told him, Vegeta knew how that always made things worse. “She'll raise hell if she's not told.” Vegeta was glad he wasn’t going to break the news. “Why are you looking at me? She's your wife. That's your job.” “But you told me.” What the hell did that have to do with anything?! “She’s your wife!” “And your wife caused this.” “I did my part and told you!” “I appreciate that. I appreciate you held me back. I could’ve killed Raditz.” He smiled looking at Vegeta as if he was his best friend. “But you know more big words and can explain it to Chi-Chi better than me.” That smile and innocent voice. It pissed off Vegeta. He knew exactly what Goku was trying to do. Your charm won’t work on me, you bastard! “That has nothing to do with anything! Just tell your woman Raditz is alive!” “I'll need help,” Goku pouted. “Come help me explain to Chi-Chi.” No! No! He will not be lured into this. He will not fall for his con job like everyone else! “You faced Freeza, Cell and Majin Boo. You told Chi-Chi Majin Boo killed Gohan. You can do this without me.” Goku’s lower lip protruded even more. He looked like a sad child pleading with him to find his lost toy. Damn you! “I won't do it, Kakarot! I won't tell her!”

****

Chi-Chi hummed as she pulled out a pan of pork buns from the oven. She was so happy. Her husband was alive again. He was working to support the family and spending so much time with their sons. She was happy Gohan connected with Goku again and overjoyed at Goten and Goku's bonding. Life was wonderful and what she always hoped for.  As she placed the hot buns in their container, Chi-Chi thought of her impending picnic with Goku and his suggestion. Let's have another baby. As a bride, Chi-Chi wanted a big family. She was an only child and it was lonely for her growing up without siblings. She didn't want that for her children but both her sons experienced loneliness. Gohan was alone for nine years and with him in high school and making a life with kids his age, Goten was beginning to experience the loneliness of not having a sibling to play with. Goku filled the loneliness, but he was a father and not a sibling. Now was the perfect time to try for another child. Goku was alive and promised to find another way to win a fight. He won't sacrifice himself like he did in the Cell Game. The world was peaceful again and after Majin Boo, Chi-Chi couldn't imagine anything to throw a curve in her family’s peaceful life. Chi-Chi jumped as Goku and Vegeta teleported into the kitchen. In the seven years, Chi-Chi and Vegeta formed a friendship. She learned more about Saiyans which helped her to understand Goku better and Vegeta understood Bulma better with their chats. She was happy to see the grudge Vegeta carried against Goku gone and the two were building a genuine friendship. But why were they here? “Goku. Vegeta. Why are you here?”

Goku thought Vegeta would speak but he held his tongue still upset at being pulled into this. “Lunch!” Goku noticed two large picnic boxes on the table. Goku grabbed the hot container of pork buns and opened it.

“Goku, I told you this morning I’m bringing lunch to you.” Chi-Chi turned away to pick up her butcher knife. “I wanted our crops." Chi-Chi grabbed a slab of thawed boar meat and placed it on her cutting board. “Why is Vegeta here?” Chi-Chi slammed the butcher knife down causing both Saiyans to jump in fear. “I hope you didn’t invite Vegeta for lunch,” Chi-Chi slammed the knife down again. “I prepared lunch for one adult Saiyan.”

“Vegeta ain’t here for lunch.” Vegeta snatched the container from Goku and ate a pork bun. Goku reached for it but Vegeta turned away. Goku reached again but Vegeta kicked Goku’s shin and mouthed ‘No!’ He would fight Vegeta for it. Chi-Chi’s food was sacred but he needed Vegeta’s help so Goku picked up a container of karaage. “Vegeta has something to tell you.”

“Not alone!!” Pieces of the pork bun flew from Vegeta’s mouth. “I agreed to help!”

Chi-Chi turned. “Is something wrong with Gohan?”

“Gohan’s fine.”

“For now,” Vegeta chewed on a thick bun and received a jab from Goku’s elbow. “I’m right and you know it.”

“Goten’s upstairs so I know he’s safe. The only reason you two will come to me is because of Gohan. What happened to him?”

“Gohan’s fine,” Goku insisted.

Chi-Chi didn’t believe her husband. “Well, something’s not right. You two are standing there nervously eating my lunch like it’s your last meal.”

“No, we’re not,” Goku lied as he and Vegeta put down the empty containers and reached for more food. They were eating faster.

Chi-Chi waved her butcher knife from Goku to Vegeta. “What’s going on? I know you’re hiding something from me.”

Vegeta put down the second empty container while Goku reached for a third one. Vegeta slowly crept to Chi-Chi. The butcher knife wouldn’t kill him but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it if Chi-Chi swung it the wrong way. He grabbed her wrist and gently pried the butcher knife from Chi-Chi’s hand. He pulled out a chair for her. “Have a seat and we’ll tell you.”

Chi-Chi sat down. “I’m sitting. What’s wrong?”

Vegeta hoped Goku would start but he was too busy eating and looking at him to do it. I hate you, Kakarot.  “I found this out today. I had nothing to do with it and as soon as I learned, I told Kakarot.”

“Okay.” Chi-Chi appreciated Vegeta’s honesty. “Is it a new enemy? Will I have to worry about my family?”

“No. Kakarot and I saw him. He’s not a threat. We can defeat him.”

Chi-Chi wanted confirmation from Goku. “Is he telling the truth, Goku? Do I have to worry about this man wanting to take you from me and our sons?”

Goku put down his food. He sat in the empty chair next to Chi-Chi. “I can defeat him. I’m so much stronger than him. He says he doesn’t wanna fight. He wants to get to know me and our boys.”

“Who?”

“My brother, Raditz, Chi-Chi. He’s alive.”

“No.” Chi-Chi didn’t believe that. “He’s dead. Piccolo killed him with you.”

“Bulma used the dragon balls to bring him back.”

“Bulma?!” Chi-Chi jumped from her seat. She looked at Vegeta for an explanation.

Vegeta put his hands up. “I found out today.”

Chi-Chi grabbed the back of her chair to steady herself from the shock. That man destroyed my family. “Why?” she panted. “Why would Bulma bring him back?” She put her hand up. “Tell me after I get Goten ready.”  Chi-Chi removed her apron. “I want to see your brother.”

Goku nearly choked on the karaage. “What?”

“We’ll leave Goten with my Dad but you’re taking me to your brother.”

Goku didn’t think that was a good idea. “I saw him, Chi-Chi. He can’t hurt us.”

“You saw him, but I didn’t and I have some things to say to him.” Chi-Chi left the room. “Goten! You’re going to your Grandpa’s house!”

Vegeta opened a container of sandwiches. He grabbed one. “She’s gonna hit Raditz, isn’t she?”

Goku grabbed three sandwiches, too. “Yup.”

“I don’t wanna miss that.”

“Me neither.”

****

It was half an hour before Raditz got feeling in his body again. He took Adira’s advice and changed into civilian Earth clothes. “It was a joke,” Raditz grumbled as he pulled his tank shirt over his head. But it’s kind of true. “Earth made you soft, Kakarot.” He turned hearing Bulma and Adira enter the room. “What do you want?” He saw Bulma’s sad reflection. “I thought you’d be happy. Kakarot reacted as you wanted.”

“It’s not what I wanted but if you had changed years ago, Goku wouldn’t be mad at me and you would have a relationship with your brother and his family.”

“If you have given me a chance, I would’ve had a relationship with my nephews years ago!”

“As if Gohan wants a relationship with you! Chi-Chi would never let you near Goten and how could I trust you when you threatened to kill me and everyone on Earth?!”

“I haven’t threatened to kill you in seven years but push me and I might change my mind!”

“Stop it!” Adira got between them. “Fighting isn’t getting anyone anywhere. Bulma, if you visited more over the years you would’ve seen how much Raditz changed and you wouldn’t be comparing him to Vegeta.”

“Damn right,” Raditz agreed with Adira.

Adira raised a finger at Raditz. “You’ve changed but you still have things to work on like your mouth.”

Raditz scoffed as he folded his arms. “It’s not my fault my brother can’t take a joke.”

Goku, Chi-Chi and Vegeta teleported into the room. Raditz noticed Bulma’s sharp gasp and fear on her face at the woman who arrived with his brother and Vegeta. Who is she? He looked to Adira for an answer. She shrugged.

The woman stepped away from his brother and walked to him. She was short with dark hair put up in a bun. Her gaze was piercing. Why is she mad? He noticed the muscles on her arms. Guess she’s strong for a human. He studied her face. Not bad. His eyes went lower to her breasts. Nice tits.

“Who—?” Raditz sputtered as the woman pushed his chest.

“You’re tall,” she told him. “Sit.” He was startled when she pushed him against the exam table. He sat down which nearly brought him to eye level of the short woman. “Hey!” he protested as she touched his face and pulled his hair. Was she inspecting him? Who the hell is this woman?

“Hmmph!” Chi-Chi grunted as she pulled Raditz’s face and hair. “You don’t look like you could be Goku’s brother. Your forehead is huge!” Chi-Chi looked back at Vegeta. “You two look like you could be brothers.”

Vegeta was outraged with the comparison. “Don’t insult me suggesting we have the same blood!”

“Your foreheads are the same but he’s tall like Goku so maybe you’re not related.”

“Why are you insulting me?!” Vegeta screamed. “I’m not the enemy.”

Raditz wondered how this woman could insult Vegeta and not receive retaliation. Prince Vegeta has changed a lot. He would’ve killed anyone insulting his height and forehead. Is she a mate of Prince Vegeta, too?

“Who are you?” Raditz asked while his cheeks were being pulled. This was annoying! “Let go of my face!”  The woman did so but she punched Raditz so hard he fell on the floor.

What the hell?! Raditz wasn’t the man he was years ago. He never would’ve allowed a woman to pull his face and hair as this woman unless he was under her giving her the pleasures of a Saiyan. He could ignore that but she punched him. He was still a Saiyan and if hit, he struck back. He got on his feet annoyed. “I did nothing to provoke this attack! Now who the hell do---” Raditz saw his brother behind the woman. His black hair flowed and his eyes turned teal. What the hell? He took a step back. Was his brother going to change into a Super Saiyan again?

“She,” Vegeta informed Raditz with a pleasing smirk, “is Kakarot’s wife. Do you wish to strike her?”

His wife! Shit!

“No,” Raditz cooled while keeping an eye on his brother. His eyes were taunting as if daring Raditz to strike his wife so he could finish what he had started an hour ago. “I didn’t know.” He looked at Bulma. She was grinning. She would take pleasure in this. “No one told me you’re Kakarot’s wife. I was told your name but I never saw a picture of you.”

Chi-Chi followed Raditz’s eyes to Bulma. “You!” Chi-Chi left Raditz and grabbed Bulma’s arm. “I got some things to say to you.”

All three Saiyans watched Chi-Chi drag Bulma out of the room. Adira looked at the men wondering if they should intervene but neither moved. Adira took the silent signal to stay out of it.

“What the hell were you thinking bringing Raditz back?!”

“I told Goku---”

“Oh, he told me but I’m asking you what gave you the right to do something affecting our family without consulting us about it?! My husband died because of him! My son was kidnapped because of him! Did you think what your decision would do to us?!”

Bulma could be heard sighing. “I thought it would be a good thing to learn more about the Saiyans. I thought Goku would want to know about his family.”

“Spare me your noble act! How could you be so selfish?!”

“I wasn’t selfish. I was—”

“Selfish!” Chi-Chi screamed. “You only thought of yourself and what you wanted and what you thought we would want!”

“I’m sorry,” Bulma apologized. “You know I would never intentionally hurt you and Goku. Just like on Namek. I kept you in the dark because I didn’t want you worrying about Gohan. That’s why I didn’t tell you about Raditz. I didn’t want you to worry. I wanted to carry that burden.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake.”

“I can accept you doing this behind our backs,” Chi-Chi sounded calmer. “It was ten years ago. We weren’t friends and you were different but since then, we have formed a friendship. You visited me many times. Our sons became friends. We bonded over dealing with Saiyans and you couldn’t tell me about Raditz? You lied to me for years and have the nerve to call me ‘friend.’ That pisses me off!”

“Chi-Chi, I know you are upset but---”

A loud smack was heard followed by a thump. Everyone rushed to the door with Vegeta being the first one out. Bulma was on the floor with a hand to her face. Adira checked on Bulma and after helping Bulma to her feet, she went after Chi-Chi who stormed off.

Vegeta examined Bulma’s face. “Get some ice before that swells. You’re lucky she held back,” Vegeta observed the red mark on Bulma’s face. Vegeta felt the power of Chi-Chi’s hits before. He knew what she could do. “She could’ve done a lot more damage.”

Bulma pushed Vegeta away. He didn’t say it with his lips but his eyes were amused. “It’s not funny.”

 “Wow,” Raditz mirrored the smirk Bulma gave him when Chi-Chi hit him. “I like your mate, Kakarot.”

Goku turned to Raditz. He didn’t like that. “What do you mean you like Chi-Chi?”

“It’s a compliment.” Why was his brother upset? “Don’t you want me to like her?”

“Kakarot, don’t!” Vegeta tackled Goku to the floor and saved Raditz from another blackout.  

*****

“I’m home!” Gohan announced as he stepped into his happy home. Life has been great since his Dad returned to life. Mom has been very happy and seeing her fawn over his Dad reminded Gohan of happier times. He was very happy for Goten to get to know his father and experience the love and joy Goten only heard through stories. His parents were exceptionally happy. A few times Gohan caught his parents in intimate embraces.

If they keep that up, there will be another baby in the house.

And Gohan was happy about that. Another child would be welcomed and it’ll be great to see this child grow up in peace with both parents.

Gohan greeted Goten who was on the floor doing his homework. He put down his book bag and went into the kitchen to greet his parents. Seeing his Dad standing in the kitchen with his arms crossed and not eating and his Mom sitting at the table equally annoyed hinted something was wrong.

“Hi. Is everything all right?”

“Sit down, Gohan,” his mother sighed. “We have something to tell you.” Goten was called into the kitchen, too.  Gohan took his seat worried about the news his parents had to tell him.

They’re not excited so Mom’s not pregnant. It can’t be a new enemy because Dad isn’t excited.

Countless scenarios ran in his mind but what his mother told him wasn’t on that list. As he listened to his mother tell him Raditz was revived by Bulma and alive for ten years, Gohan thought of that horrible day his wicked Uncle hurt his Dad and kidnapped him. He remembered the crying. He remembered the painful screams of his Dad. He remembered the punch that knocked him out and waking up to see Piccolo standing over him and give the horrible news his father was dead.   

“Raditz is alive?!”

“I have an Uncle?!”

Goten’s reaction came as a surprise to no one. Goten was never told about Raditz. He was considered a dark part of the Son Family history that didn’t need to be talked about.  Learning about another family member, excited the child.

“This is so great!” Goten cheered. “I always wanted a Daddy and now I have one and I get an Uncle, too!”

“Goten!” Gohan scolded Goten. “This is nothing to be excited about! Our Uncle is an evil, powerful and dangerous man!”

“He’s not that powerful,” Goku corrected Gohan. “We’re stronger than him. Even Goten can beat him.”

“And we’re not sure if Raditz is still evil,” Chi-Chi added. “He was on Earth when Majin Boo destroyed it and returned to life.”

“So?”

“I asked the Namekians about the wish to Porunga,” Goku settled at the table with Chi-Chi. “Porunga revived everyone except the very evil ones. If Raditz was evil, he wouldn’t have returned.”

“That proves Uncle Raditz is a good person. Can we see him?” Goten asked his parents. “I wanna see him.”

“No!” Gohan argued against it. “We’re not seeing him because Uncle Raditz is a very bad man. What was Bulma thinking bringing him back?”

Goku didn’t have an answer for his son. “We’re still figuring that out.”

“I talked to Dr. Adira Cerdas. She’s your Uncle’s doctor. She has monitored him at the facility all this time. She believes Raditz isn’t the evil man he was. She thinks he’s ready to be integrated into society and he’s truthful in wanting to know us.”

“No!” Gohan protested.

“Yes!” Goten applauded the idea.

“Goten,” Gohan looked to his parents for help. “Uncle Raditz isn’t a good person. I know you think he is because he’s family, but you don’t know what he did.”

“Grandpa was a bad man a long time ago and he’s the nicest Grandpa,” Goten argued. “Uncle Raditz is family and family helps family. You said that, Momma.”

Chi-Chi admired Goten’s innocence and desire to help but he needed to understand. “It’s not the same, Goten.”

“Why? We have to help Uncle Raditz, Momma.”

“It would mean him living with us, Goten.”

“We have room,” Goten wanted his Uncle to live with them. “Our house is bigger now.”

With Mr. Satan giving the Son Family a fair share of his fortune he made off Goku and Gohan defeating Cell, Goku and Chi-Chi upgraded their home to include separate rooms for Gohan and Goten, a larger bathroom for them and a spare room for her father when he visited.  

“Having more rooms doesn’t mean we can all live together. Goten.”

“Why? I adjusted when Daddy came back to live with us.”

“You adjusted?” Chi-Chi was amused. “What did you have to adjust?”

Goten looked at his father as if he had done something bad. “I have to share you with Daddy. I can’t share the bed with you anymore. You don’t give me baths anymore, but you give Daddy baths. I didn’t like it at first but I’m okay now. So, I know about adjusting. We can adjust for Uncle Raditz.”

Chi-Chi blushed. Gohan coughed and Goku laughed. The youngest member of the Son Family made his point and no one could argue against that.

*****

Raditz was a hot topic of conversation for the Son Family during dinner and when Gohan and Goten were sent off to bed. While their boys slept, Chi-Chi and Goku cleaned up and settled in their bathtub. Goku relaxed against Chi-Chi as she massaged his body under the hot water.

Chi-Chi dropped a kiss on Goku’s shoulder as she massaged his lower back. “You’re tense here.” Her wet hands moved up his back. “Here, too.” She gave him another kiss. “You’re tense everywhere.”

“Yeah?” Goku looked out the window. His eyes were on the full moon. He thought of his brother, what he wanted and his family. He hated things like this. This wasn’t a fight where the answer was clear-cut. There were conflicts and emotions that pulled him into different directions.

“I’m not sure about Raditz but I think Goten is right, Goku.”

Goku used Goten’s favorite word of the day. “Why?”

“It would be hypocritical if we didn’t. I did tell Goten family help each other. I did tell him my Dad wasn’t a good man and changed.”

Goku looked over his shoulder at Chi-Chi. “Are you saying you want Raditz to live here?”

Chi-Chi laughed and gave Goku a quick kiss on his lips. “As if what I want matters. You invited Piccolo to live with us for three years without discussing it with me. I hated Piccolo for what he did to you and Gohan but both of you argued Piccolo changed.”

“He did and you saw that.”

“Don’t you think we need to see it with Raditz, too?”

She was right and Goku would agree if he hadn’t experienced the betrayal. “You weren’t there, Chi-Chi. Everything changed that day. I learned I wasn’t who I thought I was.”

“You’re still the same Goku you’ve always been. You just learned a little bit more. So, you’re not an Earthling. You’re a Saiyan. That never changed how I feel about you. It did,” she playfully pulled his hair, “explain things.”

 “A lot of things.” He and Chi-Chi talked a lot about his differences. Learning he’s not from Earth, finally answered those questions. “I got the upper hand on Raditz, Chi-Chi. Piccolo was gonna kill him but Raditz apologized. He told me he would leave Earth. He begged me to spare him. I let my guard down. It cost my life and took Gohan away from us for a year. What if he’s lying again?”

“What if he is?” Chi-Chi wasn’t worried. “He has more to lose than you. You’re stronger now, Goku. You can stop him if he does something, and if you can’t, I know I can. You saw Raditz’s face when Vegeta told him I’m your wife. I scared him.”

“My face scared him.” Goku loved it, too.

“Oh, really?” Chi-Chi tickled him harder. “I think it was me that put the fear in him.”

Water sloshed as Goku turned around so his wet and warm skin pressed against Chi-Chi. His eyes were teal but there was no fear on Chi-Chi’s face. She was excited. “I think it was me,” he growled as he covered her mouth with his. Chi-Chi moaned feeling Goku’s well-defined muscles brush against her skin and his tongue explore her mouth hungry for her taste and desperate for the comfort she gave him when his mind was troubled.

Chi-Chi could feel Goku pulling her closer; his hands caressed her slippery bottom and the hard ridge of his desire grind against her. He wanted her. He needed her and Chi-Chi was ready to give in to him but not here. Chi-Chi broke the kiss to Goku’s disappointment. He let her know he wasn’t done by licking and nipping her neck as water drained from the tub.

Chi-Chi was lifted into Goku’s arms and carried her out of the tub. He used his Ki to dry them before he carried her to their bed. Settled, Goku tried to kiss Chi-Chi but she put a finger to his lips. “One more thing about your brother.”

“I really don’t want to think about him now, Chi-Chi.”

“I know.” She could feel Goku’s impatience rub against her and see his aroused teal eyes holding back by a thread. “Raditz is your brother, Goku. You have to decide what to do. Whatever it is, I’ll support it. Goten will, too. I promise.”

Goku nodded accepting Chi-Chi’s words before consuming her the rest of the night.

****

Saturday brought the end of the week and a good day for the Son Family. Goku slept in and only got up when he smelled Chi-Chi’s cooking from the kitchen. He found his wife in front of the stove while Gohan and Goten set the table. When he was spotted, Goten hugged his leg while Gohan offered Goku a biscuit from the breadbasket.

Raditz wasn’t the talk of breakfast like he was at dinner but he was on Goku’s mind. Every time he looked at his sons, he thought of himself and Raditz. He noticed Goten trying to take food from

Gohan’s plate. Gohan pulled his plate from Goten but smiled and gave him a slice of meat.

“He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Chi-Chi stared at their baby boy as he slept between the happy parents.  

Goku marveled at his baby son. Every little thing fascinated him. “Sometimes I’m amazed he is ours.”

“Oh, he’s definitely yours,” Chi-Chi caressed Gohan’s tail.  “Only you had a tail.”

“Yup.” Goku was proud of that. “Bet he’s strong like me, too.”

“I wish my Mom could see him,” Chi-Chi thought sadly. “Gohan has me thinking about my Mom a lot. Sometimes I think of Mom holding Gohan, kissing him and spoiling him like Dad does.”

Goku laughed. “Your Pops loves Gohan. He always comes with a toy for him.”

“Goku, have you thought about your parents and what they would have thought of Gohan?”

“No.” Goku was straight about it. “I told you I don’t remember them. Grandpa found me in the woods and raised me. My parents didn’t want me.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe there was an accident. Maybe they died.”

“And why did they leave me in the woods in the middle of nowhere?” Goku had his Grandpa. That was all he needed but since Gohan’s birth, Goku did wonder about his parents and why he was found by his Grandpa. He never came to a good conclusion.

“I don’t have the answers but you did have a family, Goku. You had parents. You might have had a sibling. Maybe you still do. They could be alive somewhere thinking about you.”

Goku didn’t think that was likely. If he had family, wouldn’t he have met them by now? He was a bit famous. He was the world champion in martial arts. A few times he was recognized when out with Chi-Chi and Gohan. Wouldn’t his parents have learned about him now? “I don’t care about that, Chi-Chi. You, Gohan and Gyumao are my family.”

The Son Family spent the day on the farm. Chi-Chi inspected the crops while Gohan and Goten did more playing than working. Goku picked vegetables ready to be sold at the market. As he loaded them onto his truck, Goku checked on his sons. At one point, he spotted Goten being chased by Gohan over the field. Chi-Chi scolded them to be careful but the brothers were too engaged in fun. With Gohan in high school, there wasn’t a lot of playtime for the two. It had to be reserved for the weekend.

Could that have been me and Raditz on our planet? Goku imagined being Goten’s age chasing Raditz and laughing at his brother like Goten laughed with Gohan. That idea turned to Raditz chasing Goku, grabbing him and slamming his face into the ground with a wicked smile. Maybe not. Saiyans sent their kids into space. Me and Raditz wouldn’t have played like Gohan and Goten. We would’ve been murderers.

Goku went back to work and checked his sons an hour later. They were planting seeds and watering them. He watched Gohan explain to Goten which plants will sprout from planted seeds. Goten stared at his brother with wide-eyed fascination. “You’re so smart, Big Brother.”

“Daddy, how do you know so much?”

Besides, Chi-Chi, Gohan was the only other person to compliment him as being knowledgeable. “What do you mean, Gohan?”

Father and son were camping after spending the day living off the land. Gohan was a bit coddled in Goku’s mind. He only slept in his bed and used the toilet in the house. If he was hungry, Chi-Chi fed him. Goku insisted Gohan learn how to live in the wild for a bit. “I was on my own at a young age,” Goku told Chi-Chi. “I want Gohan to be prepared in case.”

Goku took Gohan away to live in the forest. Gohan didn’t complain. He had his Daddy and as he was with his books, was a voracious learner understanding life in the woods. He relieved himself outside. He learned what foods he could eat in the wild and how to catch a fish. Gohan was still spoiled insisting on sleeping in the tent instead of on the grass but he learned a lot.

“You know so much, Daddy. You taught me I can eat food that Mommy didn’t make. I know which mushrooms are good and bad. I know how to fix a wound if I cut myself. I can poop outside. Did your Grandpa teach you this?”

“Yup. He taught me everything.”

“And if I have a brother or sister, you’ll teach them?”

“A brother or sister?” Goku tickled his son. “Why are you thinking about that?”

“I heard you and Mommy talking about another baby.”

Chi-Chi thought with Gohan being four and attending preschool, it was time to expand the family. Goku didn’t know Gohan heard them but he was curious of his opinion. “What do you think?”

“I would like a brother to play with. A sister would be nice, too. I won’t be the only short one,” Gohan laughed. “Mommy said she wished she had a brother or sister to play with. Daddy, do you wished you had a brother or sister to play with?”

“I don’t know. It would have been nice to have someone around after Grandpa died. We could’ve gone on adventures and traveled the world.” Goku never dwelled on it but sometimes he wished he wasn’t alone on his travels. Maybe a sibling would’ve been nice to have.

Goku wondered what it could’ve been like to have Raditz on Earth. He would’ve joined the Red Ribbon Army. He would’ve killed all his friends after their first encounter. He would’ve killed at the Tenkaichi Budokai.

But that’s Raditz growing up in space. Wouldn’t he be different if he grew up on Earth?         

By lunchtime, the work was done for the day. The truck was loaded with crops Goku will sell at the market with Chi-Chi. There was another large batch that would be ready to pick in two weeks. It was a good day of fun and work. The family of four rest under a large tree and ate a big lunch. After the food was gone, Gohan studied while Goten fell asleep on Gohan’s lap.

Chi-Chi was content to watch her sons but Goku had other plans. He took Chi-Chi’s hand and walked with her through the field. Chi-Chi chatted about the crops and praised Goku for his hard work making this land flourish. Goku appreciated the praise but his mind was on his brother.

“I thought about what you said regarding Raditz.”

“And?”

“I keep thinking about Gohan and Goten. I wonder if that could’ve been me and Raditz if he grew up here.” He asked his wife. “Do ya think we can be like them?”

“Maybe not as close,” Chi-Chi was a realist. “But maybe you two can build a relationship.”

A brotherly relationship. Them? Goku couldn’t think about Raditz for a minute without wanting to punch him. His brother betrayed him. He kidnapped his son. He tried to kill him.

And yet there was a piece of him that yearned to know his brother. A part of him wanted to try for a relationship.

“Bulma was right about one thing, Goku. Raditz does hold secrets to your past. Maybe the perception of your parents is wrong. Don’t you think it’s time you know the truth?”

“Maybe.”

He was close to making a decision. Chi-Chi knew what Goku wanted but held back. He needed that push to make his decision. “Remember when Gohan was a baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you imagine Piccolo living with us then?”

“No.” Goku didn’t hate Piccolo but he didn’t trust him then either. When Gohan was born, Goku was as protective of him as Chi-Chi. “Piccolo would’ve kidnapped Gohan and held him hostage to fight me.”

“He’s family now.”

“You didn’t think so in the beginning,” Goku remembered Chi-Chi’s scowls and smacking Piccolo for six months when she learned that’s how long he left Gohan alone. They argued a lot. Piccolo hated Chi-Chi but he didn’t dare do anything to harm her. “I didn’t think you two would ever get along.”

“But we did.”

Goku got the message. “You’re right. If we can open our home to Piccolo, we can do the same for Raditz. It won’t be easy,” he warned her.

Chi-Chi leaned on Goku. “When is anything easy with you?”

“Gohan won’t like it.”

“He’ll accept it. Anything else?”

“No.” Goku hugged Chi-Chi. He absorbed her warmth and wisdom. He hoped this was the right thing but he was following his instincts as he did with any decision he had to make and it was telling him to bring Raditz home.