What if Bulma was saiyan? (Dragon Ball; Updated to Chapter 6)

Chapter 1

Our story starts on the homeworld of the saiyan race, where two young saiyans were joyously holding their newborn girl in their arms; the flustered and exhausted, but extremely happy mother lovingly holding the young Ginse in her arms, cradling her with a large smile, while the father was caressing his girl’s cheek and holding his lover in his arms.

These two were unlike most of their species as it was now; they were kind and pure hearted saiyans, and renegade scientists who were fighting against the likes of Vegeta, Cold and Frieza.

As the years went by, it was apparently clear that it would be a rather massive hurdle to both aid the resistance and raise a child, and even though they were saiyans and thus usually battle ready at around the age of 3 or so, they were concerned that this kind of environment, namely one of constant warfare, wasn’t particularly suited for a child like Bulma, or Ginse if we’re going to use her saiyan name, to grow healthy.

See, although the girl definitely had an affinity for fighting and picked up techniques faster than some of the other saiyans, it was evident that her curiosity and eagerness to explore was far more developed than that of numerous others of her kind. Ginse often partook in her parents experiments with weapons, soaking in their knowledge and often asking questions that would often leave her parents and the other scientists to consider different routes and options, than they did before.

She was likewise very crafty, and had actually invented a poisonous bomb that spread noxious, but odorless fumes across a wide area, that paralyzed organic life when inhaled, making it useful for immobilizing enemies and bringing them in for interrogation.

However, when her parents wanted to celebrate her achievement, they decided to bring Ginse to a battlefield and deploy the weapon itself. Which she gleefully agreed to do; although, upon first seeing an actual battlefield, and the brutality of the saiyans on both sides, the girl immediately froze up.

However, it was not the violence or the bloodshed itself that shook her, no; quite on the contrary, her blood very much boiled with lust for battle, but her heart and mind did not manage to find a reason to engage in such cruelty. For, you see, the saiyans on both the renegade and the loyalist sides were spilling guts, torturing their foes and mutilating others, young and old alike, and even children, with such jubilant glee that it actually made her sick.

Of course, she defended herself upon having been attacked, and performed well against her assailants, but witnessing how her comrades and even her parents took suck pleasure in ripping apart their foes and bathing in their blood… it was all wrong to her.

Henceforth, she tried finding ways to communicate with her brethren to try and find common ground, use their similarities to help bring them together, and their differences to learn about and from each other. Why was it so hard for them to even consider such options? She thought to herself.

However, as the years went by and the girl had grown to around 6 or 7 years old, she had come to recognize that although Vegeta and his loyalists were evil and pathetic sacks of shit… so were those she’d come to call friends and family, because aside from the affection they showed towards her and some vague aspects that could be considered less cruel than their enemies… they were still committing genocides on other worlds.

Thus, she stopped aiding her comrades with their war, instead deciding to focus her efforts and energy on stopping the saiyans from going to destroy or desolate other worlds, thinking that if the saiyans want to destroy themselves through their constant in-fighting, then that’s their choice. But innocent beings should not have to suffer for the folly of her brethren.

Due to how apt her strategies and battle plans were, and likewise how effective her inventions had become known as, her absence from the skirmishes had not gone unnoticed. Nor did her sabotage of off-world transports.

“Well, well… what have we here?” Frieza chuckled, sipping from a glass of wine, as he looked over several pictures of this unusually bright haired saiyan, and afferent documents relating to her.

“That’s the girl! That’s the one who’s been delaying, or in some cases, outright destroying our transports to and from our latest target worlds.”

“Is she, now?” Frieza hunched forth, squinting as he looked over the pictures, as if to judge her character… and see if he could use her. He could swear she seemed familiar, somehow, and didn’t pay too much attention to what the informer was detailing about recent reports.

Then, all of a sudden, the entire ship began to shake, violent explosions bursting all throughout, until the entire mothership had been destroyed, barely even any debris left to drift through the low gravity.

There, high in the low orbit of the world, Ginse was staring at the smoke and fire, ready to attack anyone that could’ve survived, and upon seeing her scouter flare up with Frieza’s power level and vital signs, she fired a ki blast straight towards him, hoping to either kill him, or at least send him flying out of orbit, hoping that he’d die from the pressure and suffocation.

However, even though the bolt of energy hit its target head on, a jovial laughter started echoing in her ears.

“Oh-hhahahaha!” Frieza gradually approached her, hands behind his back and tail swaying playfully about, as he slowly floated towards the girl. “I applaud you for your guts, little monkey. Unfortunately, though, it was my ship… and the chair, oh! Such a comfortable and well built one.”

“Well, well… you’re about as full of shit and hubris, as they say.”

Frieza snarled at the comment, but then raised an eyebrow, having expected the girl to actually be more flustered and concerned, yet here she stood in front of him, looking at him with a cold, almost detached expression. He could see from her glance that she was sickened about something, and that there was also a yearning and sadness, yet also hopefulness to her eyes, of a kind so deep that was rather unusual for saiyans to display. In various ways, it surprised Frieza… and he saw in her a similar, if rather different… but still in some ways similar boredom and frustration that he, himself, had with life. At least, that’s how he interpreted it; and acted on it.

“As they say, huh? Are you one to just so easily believe what others say, without actually investigating it for yourself?”

His words were calculated, made to play at her disdain for poorly made discernments, which he’d read about in her psychological analysis.

“No.” She snarled at Frieza, the iceling grinning in the corner of his mouth, satisfied that he had hit a nerve. His manipulation seemed like it would work.

“Really? Then, why come and destroy my ship? And so many others, if what I have heard is true. But, even more egregiously… why kill my friends?” He lowered his tone to a growl, snarling at her and pretending like he cared about those in his armies. However, yet again, it struck a nerve with Ginse, who widened her eyes and almost seemed like she was starting to tear up, upon hearing that she’d killed someone dear, to someone who she didn’t even know. Although brief, that moment was rather surprising to Frieza, to see such kindness coming from a saiyan of all people. Sure, she was a child, but she was still part of the saiyan race, which were almost never known for kindness or affection.

“Cut the bullshit, Frieza. You don’t have friends. You would never view anyone as such.”

“Oh, really? I assume that’s something you also heard rumours about, as well? But, I’ll indulge your query. Why is it that you think I’d never view anyone as a friend?”

“You send armies to a whole bunch of worlds, to try and sell them to the higher bidder! You commit and profit off of genocide!”

“I am thwarting YOUR kind from obliterating and destroying worlds, you filthy fuckin’ monkey!” He yelled at her, making it seem like he personally took massive offense to her accusation. Which, again, much to his amusement and petty delight, seemed to work well, with Ginse visibly stunned at the assumed “revelation”. He capitalized on this, giving her an unsolicited explanation that he knew the girl was going to ask, in but a short moment. But he hastily spouted his lies, in the hopes of trying to seem honest to her. “For so many years, I had to deal with the plague you apes spread across the stars, but I hoped that if we come together, I could help the saiyans outgrow their monstrous ways! If you’ve heard anything accurate regarding my power, you should know I could easily wipe your species clear off the cosmic map! Yet, I do not want to steal the opportunity to explore life, for the as-yet-unborn innocents your kind may very well produce, if redeemed!”

He yelled out at her, his façade seeming that much more authentic, since he channeled his own rage at the saiyans through what he said, although he soon calmed himself and sighed, seeming like he recomposed himself from the outburst.

“Although, if…”

“I’m sorry!” Suddenly, Ginse rushed towards him, wrapping her arms around him, hugging Frieza with all her strength as she started crying on his chest. The girl had almost not even heard his words, his “hope to come together and outgrow the cruelty” spiel, and even if she did, she’d have not cared about the whole so-called “power” part. The notion that she may have found someone who was not an outright psychopath was such a joy to her, that she rushed into his arms, genuinely regretting that she may have done something actually bad, to someone who did not deserve it; even if that was far from the case. “I’m so sorry!”

Frieza was stunned. At no point in his life, did anyone, especially one so young, been this affectionate and honest with him. For reasons unknown to him, he sincerely returned the gesture and embraced the girl, although the iceling immediately froze up as he caught himself. However, he then shrugged it off and reasoned that this would work well in his favour.

This one was smart, if the records had any truth to them. She’d be very useful, he thought. She could be an asset against the saiyans. She could likewise be rather apt as a scientist working towards his goals; and she’s clearly brave and willing to stand up for herself. That, and in combination with how he’d play his cards with her, could very much come to view him as a… friend.

Wait, what was he thinking? Why did he feel a connection with her? Where had he seen her before?

“Ah…”

Then, it hit him. A memory from years ago, when the tuffles were pretty much eradicated by the saiyans. He recalled a young couple of scientists, one with teal hair and the other purple, whom he killed after having captured them. Concurrently, he had likewise captured a young saiyan couple, who’d been known to sabotage and thwart missionaries from both the saiyans and the frieza force.

Of course, he could have killed them too… but an idea struck the iceling. Wouldn’t it be more fun, to kill the still forming infant, in the mother’s womb? Then watch the parents anguish over the event? No, that’d be too repetitive, he thought. Killing younglings had become too boring, as of late. The parent’s cries, too similar.

That’s it! A new idea struck Frieza, as he thought to try and splice the DNA of the woman’s embryo, with the DNA of the dead tuffles. Wouldn’t that be delightful? The saiyans finding out their child had been altered to… oh…

Frieza remembered sighing to himself, in boredom and annoyance, after discovering that the forming saiyan child had already departed the realm of the living, likely from the recent battle they’d been through. But, wait! What if he could get some sperm and egg samples from the tuffles, and implant them in the saiyan woman! A tuffle raised by saiyans! A blow and mockery to both couples, and both species! Especially once the saiyans would find out and probably kill the kid themselves! Brilliant!

Frieza gleefully laughed, upon recalling the event, prompting Ginse to look up and raise her brow with curiosity and suspicion.

“What?” She asked, almost innocently, but with vigilance.

“Oh, you know…” He wiped a tear from his eye, one formed mostly out of sheer amusement at how things turned out, than any remorse. However, in Ginse’s eyes, it looked like he was happy to see what she thought he considered a “redeemed” saiyan. “I’m glad to have finally met a good and kind, conscious monkey such as yourself. Hahahahahaha!”

Chapter 2

Ginse roared in righteous fury, ploughing through many frieza soldiers as she rushed towards the iceling’s mothership.

“What have you done?! You monster!”

Tears were flowing from her eyes, although her gaze was firm and valiant, the young saiyan determined to kill Frieza then and there, for what he’d done.

For the few months they had “worked” together, as it were, Frieza had exploited the child’s trust and hopes in an effort to root out the renegades and stop their interference with his… “stream of revenue”, as the iceling liked to call his murderous ways.

Unfortunately, despite Ginse’s genuine good intentions and although her eye for detail was well formed and vigilant, compared to most saiyans in general, the girl was but a child, and thus very much naïve and inexperienced. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, and even though she still remained suspicious of potential treachery, she had not expected quite the level of deviancy and petty, cruel manipulations that Frieza was willing to enact. The saiyans may have been vile and murderous beasts, but at least they didn’t pretend like they were otherwise. No, this betrayal hurt far more and was so much more disgusting, in her eyes. He betrayed her trust… he betrayed… no! She betrayed her friends. Her own family. Those who, for all their ills, had never lied to her or tried deceiving her. All of whom now lay spread out across the battlefield, in crimson, bloody heaps and piles, while Ginse herself was standing wounded on her feet, breathing heavily and gritting her teeth from the pain, spitting out some blood and readying herself for battle once again, as more so-called “elite” soldiers approached her.

“Oh, darling. So hurtful are your words. But, are you really so easily swayed by rumours about people you have never met – oh! I forgot. You now have first-hand experience.”

He goaded her, his hands behind his back as he approached her slowly, swaying his tail around with every word he spoke, while the girl was fuming with rage.

“Oh, and you know what else I’m willing to betray?” He looked around, to the left and then to the right, smiling at the uneasiness of the soldiers as he they heard his words, before the iceling casually raised a finger in the air and, in the next instant, numerous bolts and beams of energy shot forth from a single finger, killing all of them in but a single moment, their bodies dropping to the ground, as he stepped forth towards the girl.

The girl roared aloud, lunging towards him in that instant, seizing the opportunity to strike and thrusting a clear punch towards his jaw. Although, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smiled, as Ginse punched and kicked, and punched again, every blow hurting and doing more damage to her own arms, than to Frieza, whose smug grin widened as he then swatted her away with his tail.

“You know… you’ve been so helpful these past few months, that I’d be willing to… express some generosity. As if, of course, befitting of me. Now, I know you’re not a superficial kind of girl, not one interested in appearance too much, and such… but, although the clothes don’t actually make the person, it is the person who decides what to put on, and why. Thus…”

She spun towards him with a kick once more, which he easily blocked and pushed her once again, throwing the bloodied girl into a nearby stone.

“As I was saying… appearances, although potentially deceptive, can also tell you something about who the person is. So, to the point, have you wondered why you have such colorful hair? Why it grows and why it changes its allure, unlike the other saiyans?”

“Many potential reasons…” The girl began conversing once again, trying to use his jolly disposition to look for an opening. “Luck of the genetic draw, I guess? Dormant traits from ancestors, perhaps? Maybe mom…” She groaned in pain, gritting her teeth as he glance darted towards the dismembered corpses of her mother and father, who tried defending her with everything they had at their disposal, even after having found out what she did. Still, the young girl steeled herself, glaring at Frieza once more. As he stepped closer. “… was with someone of another species, before getting it on with dad?” Again, she grit her teeth, skipping a few breaths as she glanced towards their corpses once again, before continuing. “Genetic alterations?”

Frieza laughed at that last assumption, smugly rubbing his nose as he stepped in front of her, the two glaring in each others eyes.

“Well, well… here you are, having figured it all out. But do you know the details?” Thus, Frieza explained what happened prior to her birth, the girl learning that she was a saiyan-tuffle hybrid. “So, you see, little monkey. One could say I am your actual father.” He grinned in satisfaction, seeing the disgust so evident on her face, although he raised his eyebrow with intrigue, as Ginse suddenly loosened up and smiled, laughing as she mocked him, in return.

“Oh, really? Well then, ’dad’. You’ve been very helpful, in relaying this information. So, I’m feeling rather generous.”

“Oh?” He chuckled to himself, his lips broadening as he indulged her. “Oh, all right, fine. I’ll bite. You’ve been amusing enough, for me to consider offering at least some courtesy as a parting gift, before you die.”

“Hahahahahaha! Then, you’ll be delighted to hear this.” Clearing her throat, the girl mockingly assumed a smug and aloof pose, not too unlike Frieza’s own when he was posturing, her grin widening as he saw the slightest hint of annoyance on his face. Evidently, the girl had grow way more apt at reading people, compared to how she was before.

“Have you ever wondered, if a little monkey girl would be all that it takes to kill you?”

“Not really.” Frieza let out a brief cough, before clearing his throat. “The thought hadn’t really crossed my mind. Why do you ask?” He smiled, his tone cordial and feigning friendliness.

“And, have you ever wondered, if a little monkey girl would manage to outwit you?”

“Nope. Akh!” He briefly coughed, clearing his throat louder now, as he wondered what the fuck was going on. Had some debris or something gotten stuck? Was the air of this world too thick? No. The monkey was still breathing all right, if heavily from the pain and wounds. Still, he straightened up his back and quickly reassumed his composure. “Hadn’t really been in my attention. You’ll have to do better than that, to have my attention – ahk! What the bloody fuck?!”

“Hahaha!”

“Oh, look at that. I briefly lost composure. Throat’s a little dry, you see. Don’t delude yourself into assuming it’s because of you, little monkey.”

“Furthermore, little iceling.” She goaded him once more grinning with delight, as he started getting more annoyed and flustered by the second, before the girl abruptly raised her hand and shot the scouter off of Frieza’s face. Much to his amusement, as he let out a laugh.

“Hahaha! What exactly do you think that’s going to achieve?”

However, his grin turned to a scowl, at the sight of the girl’s almost maniacally gleeful expression.

“Have you ever wondered, why this world is almost nothing like the world described in your mothership’s travel log?”

The iceling froze at the actual implications, though his hubris still made him assume that she was bluffing.

“Oh, that’s right! You don’t bother to actually read most logs or report, now do you? You don’t bother checking all the details of what’s going on in your petty little schemes. No, no, no! That’s for the “useless eaters”, as you call them, isn’t it? All of those you call your “dregs and dross”, who unfortunately are still too fucked up to do your work, in your stead. Without whom, you wouldn’t even be running a lemonade stand, let alone an interstellar operation.”

“Why didn’t they tell me?!” Frieza yelled out, red in the face with anger, as he coughed again and again. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh, and by the way, good luck contacting anyone to come and get you now, Friezy pop.” With that, she pushed Frieza on the forehead, light enough for it to almost seem like a gesture of affection, before seeing him plop down to the ground, writhing in agony as he was suffocating. “You killed your own allies. Your ship’s been destroyed…” Ginse started circling around him, limping a bit and holding one of her arms, but striding with confidence either way, grinning in satisfaction as the petty iceling was dying slowly and painfully right in front of her.

“I… can… breathe in… aargh!”

“I know you can, little iceling. But, you know… good luck getting even up to your feet… poisoned as you are.” She leaned in close to him, snarling in his ear with a smile, before turning her glance skyward as a few tears started pouring from her eyes, her expression once again of tragic detachment, as she walked away from him.

“What… when?!” It was then, he realized. He’d become so enamored with what he thought was his deception working, that he even let her cook for him, when she offered. In truth, she hadn’t initially wanted to use this as an opportunity to poison him, and even though she really wanted to see Frieza as a genuine good guy, there were far too many cracks in his façade and manipulations; the girl, although initially unaware, had soon become rather alert of all the red flags, but still continued to consider him a good guy, for as long as his story made sense to her.

Then, when he had one of his thugs pick a remote location to allegedly set up a meeting with the renegades, claiming to want to strike a deal with them to ally against Vegeta, it started getting too evident that it was likely a trap. The location of their main off world headquarters had only been disclosed to a select few, and to herself because she was so integral to numerous missions; and because her parents trusted her and didn’t keep any secrets at all from her. Something that Frieza never accounted for, what with how cruel and backstabbing the saiyans were, even to those of their own kind.

“Love is kind, to those who are loving, you see. Not so much to those who deserve to fuckin’ be trampled and trodden underfoot.”

With that, she flung her foot into his ribs, sending him flying through the air and thereafter smashing into a nearby stone, with enough force to shatter it in numerous pieces.

“I really hoped you were as you seemed.” She took a deep, deep breath, her next words cold, but intermingled with warmth and affection for what could’ve been. “I really tried to love you, little iceling. I truly did. But, when you told me of this alleged meeting, right when we were in transit to the location, it felt too off. So, I spiked your drink. Oh, and thanks for making all your libraries and reports available for me. There were many interesting things to learn. Oh, and your species’ anatomy is rather intriguing, by the way. Now, I recognize it was probably to try and gain my trust, without really expecting me to actually study all that stuff in depth – why would a blood thirsty little monkey girl even consider such a thing. Especially with how desperate she is for like minded companionship, and even more especially, since I plan to rid myself of her soon enough anyway. Besides, had I been wrong in my suspicion, I would have offered you this counter to the poison. But, whoops!” Reaching inside one of the pockets of her saiyan armor, the girl pulled out a shattered vial, crushing the remnants between her fingers as she let the glass dust flow into the breeze. “You broke it, when you struck me. I guess… when we prosper and when we fuck up, it’s always by our own hand, either way.”

“You… ahk! Filthy! Little… monkey!!!”

Frieza growled in pain, the rocks and ground around him shattering in a burst of energy, as he pooled up whatever energy he had left and transformed into his second form, the girl now facing his gargantuan frame and being pulled up by the armor, Frieza’s large, but shaking hand grabbing her chest, as she laughed in his face.

“Hahaha!”

“I could kill you – ahgh! I could kill you right now, you vile and wretched ape! But that’s too good for you!” He looked around, trying to come up with whatever painful ways to kill her slowly, during however little he had left, as well. Then, he smiled wickedly upon seeing an intact, but defunct saiyan pod nearby. The girl struggled against him, as he dragged her through the blood soaked dirt towards it, crushing her arms and legs so that she would not break out of the pod too soon, before throwing the girl inside and sealing the pod shut. “Burn slowly and suffer, little monkey!”

He yelled at her, grabbing the pod in one hand and swiftly throwing it into the athmosphere, with enough force for it to soon leave orbit, as he thereafter collapsed to the ground, every fiber of his body writhing and aching in agony, his bones and muscles seeming like they were concurrently both breaking and melting, drool and blood pouring from his mouth and even from his eyes.

The iceling tried transforming into his fourth form, to try and amplify his strength and energy, so that perhaps he would survive the day, but regardless of how much he struggled and strained himself, he found he did not have the energy to do so. Thus, after a while longer he collapsed to the ground with a reverberating thud; still breathing… but for how long?

Meanwhile, Ginse groaned and winced in pain inside the pod, the red world they’d been on seeming to get smaller and smaller to her view, as the sun and growing heat began to feel more prominent by the moment.

Seeing this, the young girl tried to move her arms and hack or start up the pod’s operating functions somehow, although her broken arms and twisted fingers, all painfully twirled up around each other, were of no use.

Still, after several moments, the girl sighed to herself, leaning back and feeling her entire body suddenly relax. She was so tired. Tears started pouring from her eyes, the girl crying as she recalled her brief life in this realm. Her parents, although affectionate towards her, were monsters. Although she cared for them, she would never pardon their evil ways, and actually fought against them. Still, Ginse would’ve liked to see at least her parents become greater people than they were. So much for that now, she thought, since she pretty much aided their destruction, although she held out hope that they would in other lives and realms. She knew they would, if they so chose. Her hopeful, cheerful smile then turned into a frown once more, her head leaning athwart on the uneven headrest, her attention turning towards her species; which was mostly a bunch of genocidal murderers. Not much to salvage there, she thought. Although, she laughed with satisfaction once again, at her experience with Frieza and what she learned about truth, and how the vile and decrepit would derive twisted and distorted variants of it, for their own deluded agendas and their petty ploys. She smiled, at the notion that she’d killed one of the most parasitic creatures in the verse, although lamented the notion that she’d not been around for long enough to kill whatever others of his ilk there were.

Still, Ginse was proud of herself, for always doing what is right, or at least what she felt and thought was right, no matter what.

“No matter fuckin’ what… Hahahahahahaha!” She said to herself, laughing as she felt her body getting numb and sleepy.

Yet, when she was just about to drift off to slumber, or in this case, black out from exhaustion, she saw, in the corners of her eyes, a vibrant looking world out through the window of the spiraling pod. A habitable world! Her energies flared up at the thought, and although she didn’t know exactly what to do to change the course of the ship, she closed her eyes and started feeling all the energies around her… drawing from herself, from all around her, and the knowledge of the magickal and mystical that she had learned from the libraries, to try and conjure up… something. Telekinesis? Magick? Gravitational energies? Astral and etheric ones? Perhaps mana? Natural energy?

She didn’t personally know what it was that she was tapping into, but she felt an energizing, soothing and vibrant energy course forth from within her, and then outwards through her body, soon emerging from the pod and curiously guiding it towards the world that Ginse glimpsed, a few moments ago.

And that’s where we’ll be leaving this story, for right now…

What do you think is going to happen? Where is she going to land? Is she going to land?

Find out in the next episode.

Anyways, among other things…

Chapter 2

Somewhere on a distant world, deep within a high end science facility, a tall, horned figure was staring out the window, keeping his hands behind his back, while the scientists were doing their best to stabilize Frieza’s condition.

“How is he, doctor?” He spoke in a deep voice, his tone heavily annoyed at the approaching scientist. “Is his condition stable, finally?”

“Yes. Indeed it is. But, we do not know for how long it will remain as such. This alchemical brew… it looks tailor made to suit your species’ particular weaknesses.”

Both he and first son, whose violet skin shone in a much darker tone than either his sibling or his father, raised an eyebrow, both insulted and concerned.

“Weaknesses, you say?” Cold lowered his tone, snarling at the doctor as he turned to glare into his eyes, over his large shoulder. “You are sure?”

“Yes. We have thoroughly analyzed this concoction, and it is marvelous how someone could’ve produced such a brew that would so readily affect your kind.”

“And who else knows of this development?” Cooler asked, his eyes glistening in the light, as he too snarled at the doctor, hands crossed as he spoke up.

“None but us.”

“You are sure?” Cold turned towards the scientist, taking a few lumbering steps as he scratched his chin.

“Yes. We’ – urgh!”

Suddenly, a beam of energy pierced clean through the doctor’s head, before several others were launched towards his collegues, all of the nearby scientists collapsing to the ground.

“Urgh…” Cooler shook his head, briefly caressing his forehead in annoyance. “You know that was entirely unnecessary, father.”

“Oh, come now, son. You know they would’ve leaked the information out, as soon as they had the opportunity. I needn’t tell someone as… psychologically studious as yourself, why it would’ve been detrimental to us, had they been left alive… especially if this brew is as potent, as described.”

“Killing them, in this particular context, is detrimental to us finding out some way to counteract it! Besides, think about it, father!” Cooler raised his tone, confronting his father and looking straight in his eyes, as Cold soon rolled his own, having had these kind of talks ad nauseum.

“Yes, yes… fabricating an impression of trust with the… things…” He dismissively waved his hand towards the corpses, but generally referring to anyone who wasn’t part of their family. “Makes them more likely to support the bullshit that we propagandize them with. I’ve heard this so often, it’s not even funny anymore.”

“But do you not see the logic in it, father?!”

“Oh, don’t worry. That I do. But, why bother?”

“Why bother?! How about I put you in charge of…”

“Ah, but sweet child of mine… I am in charge.”

“Spare me your inane retorts, and try to grasp what I profess, for once! Who do you think builds the ships and weapons? Who do you think builds the tools with which to actually make the ships and weapons? Who do you think feeds the ones who build the tools? It’s definitely not us, father! Your way of doing things, through violence as a first resort and maybe with a hint of management, is going to crumble far sooner than you…”

“Urgh…” His words were interrupted though, as Frieza gradually awakened, gritting his teeth and aching from every fiber of his muscles, having the urge to clench his fists and curl his toes in agony, but didn’t find the energy to even do that.

“Ah, my child.” Cold rushed to the bedside, pushing on a button and having the bed straighten up for Frieza to sit up.

“Aarggh!” The youngest of the icelings groaned in pain, his bones seeming like they’d crack from the inside out and burst right out through his muscles and his skin, his eyes bulging out from even such a slight, but sudden movement… which seemed to bring his father a degree of delight.

“Where… where am I…?” Frieza struggled, trying to twist his neck and look around the room, but found that most of his body was immobile, as it was now. Then, as he looked around the room with his glance, which seemed like coarse stones grazing against granite as they rolled inside their sockets… soon to come upon his own visage, thereafter. “What… what happened…?”

He asked, seeing that his body had changed, since he’d almost died at the hands of that… “Filthy… little… monkey – argh!” He felt his anger boiling deep within, his jaw clenching, before a jolt of pain and anguish coursed throughout his entire body like a hail of needles, pinching, pulling and cutting through every single fiber of his muscles and his organs.

He was in his fourth form, and though here he was… bed ridden and immobilized, in sheer and utter agony.

“Monkey, you say?” Cooler raised an eyebrow, rubbing his chin with apparent intrigue.

“Urgh… how… am I… in my fourth… form…?”

“We had to force your body to transform, son. You would not have survived, otherwise. It is still questionable whether or not you’re going to, at this rate.”

“You can thank our darling and beloved father for that, brother.”

“Do I detect disdain in your voice?”

“Peer further and you might detect a whole lot more than that.”

“Urgh. I tire of these back and forths. Why did I even bring you here? You can leave.”

“I have come here, after having left behind important business, father. I will stay for however long I desire.”

“Oh, all right, fine.” Cold rolled his eyes, waving Cooler off, before once more turning towards Frieza. “So then, my boy.”

“Argh!”

Frieza leapt up, after having had a firm hand placed upon his shoulder, almost dislocating his arm, in his frail state. What was it with father? Frieza thought. Surely he realized his son was in deep pain.

“Aaargh!”

Once again, he yelled out in pain, feeling his entire body twisting and contorting, as Cold shook him, almost enthusiastically.

“Tell me, my boy. What happened?”

“Well… I… argh?!”

“What then?!

“There… there was this… monkey girl… aargh!”

“Oh, really?! And then? And then?! And then?!?”

“Stop… shaking me! Argh! For… fuck’s sake! It hurts!”

He finally managed to utter, between coarse and twisted breaths, drooling and spitting as he mustered up whatever semblance of strength, to try and push his father back.

“Oh? Does it?” Cold tilted his head to the side, a sadistic and angered look twisting his face further and further, with every word he spoke, shaking Frieza without stopping, as he struggled against his father. “Does it, boy? Do you want respite? Do you want to see compassion, from your darling, loving father? Here! Have some!”

“Aaaargh!”

In the next moment, Frieza was launched across the room, a firm punch sending him flying into the nearby wall, leaving a bloodied body mark on impact, deep into the hard metal. In an instant, Cold grabbed Frieza torso in one hand, before slamming him face first into the ground, making a deeper and deeper hold with each strike. After several moments, Cold took his barely moving, twitching body and raised it to the level of his face, his expression a mixture of anger and delight.

“What… what are you doing, father…” Frieza asked, his words barely intelligible, as he struggled massively to not black out.

“Oh, you don’t realize? It not like I wasted so many years, trying to educate you?” He slammed his knee into his son’s guts. “It’s not like I invested so much in your production and development?” He slammed both hands on the sides of Frieza’s head, the world seeming to distort around the iceling, before he next got a punch straight in the face, sending him to the ground. “It’s not like I’d wanted you to actually be my successor, or anything like that. No, no, no… well, to answer your question; I’m having myself at least a little bit of fun, in removing the trash. You know, at least have a little bit of return for what I invested.”

“Argh… why…” Much to his family’s surprise, Frieza arduously tried to stand up on his feet, every fiber of his body burning up from the inside, his muscles throbbing and his bones breaking all across… yet, he was still struggling.

“Oh, look! He’s getting delirious. Why what, Frieza? I already answered your question.” That brew was quite something. Aren’t you glad we killed these mongrels, Cooler?”

The elder of the brothers scoffed, crossing his arms as he approached, his glance turning back and forth from his sibling and his father, as he pondered to himself.

“I… I thought… I thought you cared for me…” Frieza raised his tone, in rage and sorrow, snarling at his father, as tears started pouring from his eyes.

At the sight of which, Cold’s expression immediately turned sour, almost expressionless.

“Oh, that’s rich. I really fucked up with this one, didn’t I?” With a snarl, he kicked Frieza over the head, sending him flying into another nearby wall, before stomping on his head and leaning heavily onto it, the crystal on the icelings skull cracking open from the pressure, his eyes bulging as he mouth was hanging open, salivating as he screamed in pain, his limbs twitching as he tried retaliating. “Look at you! At least your brother’s functional! Perhaps even a decent assistant!”

Cooler chuckled at the compliment, and as Cold turned around, the elder brother opened up his arms and readied himself to actually embrace his father, assuming that he’d now finally be ready to accept him as his new successor.

“Cooler, darling.”

“Yes, father?”

“Clean up this mess, will you?” He walked by, barely even acknowledging his son’s gesture, much to the latter’s chagrin. “Then, you can proceed to your so-called “important” business. I’ll be in the cloning facility, if you’ll need me. But, actually, don’t bother. I’ll be quite busy.”

“Doing what?” Cooler’s face twitched in growing anger and frustration, so annoyed, that he was still holding his pose, clenching his still open fists as he grit his teeth.

“What do you think? Giving you another baby brother to annoy.”

“You know, father.”

Upon feeling a firm hand put upon his shoulder, Cold turned around and met his son’s glare, but before he managed to utter another word, a stinging pain coursed all throughout his body, Cooler having pierced his chest up to his elbow, his bloodied hand sticking out through Cold’s back.

“I’ve always hated you.”

“Urgh… why…”

“Oh, come on! Even you shouldn’t be this dense.”

“You… you wretched…”

“Nope. Don’t want to hear it. I’ve spent far too long with your incessant voice echoing in my ears. Fuck you, dad!”

Suddenly, Cooler shot a death beam right through Cold’s head, instantly killing his father.

Then, upon feeling the vibration of his corpse collapsing to the ground, Cooler froze up for a brief moment, before a wicked and utterly delighted smile rose up in the corner to his mouth, as he started laughing.

“Hahaha! Finally! He’s finally dead! And now it’s all mine! Every bit of it… all mine! Hahaha!”

“Brother…”

From a corner of the room, Frieza’s voice echoed in Cooler’s ears, the elder sibling rolling his eyes so hard it almost hurt, before he snarled and turned around to see his younger brother crawling on the floor, towards him.

“Thank… you… aargh!” He yelled out in pain, as Cooler crushed his wrist and pulled him by it, to face level.

“Thank me? What ever for, brother mine? Do you think I’ll be sparing you, any way?” He raised his hand, charging another death beam as he pointed his fingers towards Frieza’s forehead, the heat from the small bud of energy grazing his skin. Although, to Cooler’s surprise, Frieza raised his glance and stared into his brother’s eyes, with vengeful determination.

Cooler thought to end him here and now, but on the other hand… he rather respected brother’s gesture. He looked athwart, pondering what to do, while still charging the beam.

“You know…” He smiled, looking at the large sun that stood tall atop the sky. “You have provided me with an opportunity to kill our father. So, therefore…” With a smug grin, he dragged Frieza out of the room, across the corridor and thereafter onto the landing pad that harbored his own ship, before raising him to eye level once more. “In the interest of fairness… may we one day meet again, if you survive.”

He said in somewhat playful, although rather unusually… rather solemn tone, before flunging Frieza up towards the sky, the iceling leaving the world and soon thereafter fast approaching the radiant star.

As the heat was growing in intensity, Frieza found himself reminiscing about his life. What had he achieved? Everything was offered to him on a silver platter, since his birth. He never worked a single day in his life, for anything at all. He despised everyone. He helped no one; and cared for no one; and now, all his wrongs had finally caught up to him.

He groaned in pain, feeling his skin starting to actually melt upon his muscles, his blood literally boiling inside of him… although, in a fit of clarity, he burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! I guess you were right… little monkey… we do… choose our own fate… don’t we…? Not that I don’t deserve… to die like this, but… if I live through this… I’ll…”

In that instant, his body stopped moving, and as Frieza gradually and arduously opened his eyes to see what’s going on, he saw the luminous figure of a stranger, wearing a short jacked that had… what was that is said? Cap… Capsule…

“Who… are you…?”

The stranger didn’t say, and instead glared at Frieza with disdain, yet likewise with sincere compassion, his light violet hair careening in the current of his aura.

“This is for my mother.” He snarled at the iceling, punching him in the back of the throat and causing him to black out in an instant, gritting his teeth as he then looked over to the nearby sun, pondering whether or not to actually throw Frieza into it after all. However, he then shook his head and took the iceling’s broken arm over his shoulder.

“This… is also for you, mom.”

***

In another part of the cosmos, Ginse gradually woke up to the sound of voices and machinery, the noises not too unfamiliar to her, but the pace… the athmospheric pressure… and the weird accent of whoever was there with her. It was all so foreign.

“See. I told you it’ll be all right.” The voice of a woman first echoed in her years, the tone cheerfull and relieved, as she patted the short, stocky man beside her on the back.

“Oh, goodness.” He sighed in relief, almost falling out of his chair, before getting up and shouting excitedly with glee. “Yes! Yes! It’s aliiive!”

As the girl’s vision was gradually clearing up, she realized she was accompanied by two people, a couple of scientists from the looks of it; but whom, unlike the saiyans she’d grown up with, had a very kind and studious, playfully aloof and joyous allure, a smile rising in the corner of the child’s mouth, as she laughed.

“Hahaha!”

And that’s where we’ll be leaving the story, for now.

What’s going to happen next? Find out in the next episode, etc.

Anyways, etc, among other things…

Chapter 3

It had been around a decade or so, since Ginse had first appeared on Earth, and as she was soaring the skies, long hair fluttering in her wake while the wind was caressing her smiling face, the girl was reminiscing about her past, and pondering upon many things, including the contrast of how her life was as a saiyan, and how it was as an earthling.

No longer did she don the dull and boring, saiyan armor that her species wore almost as zealously as a cultist wearing their gown; and instead, the flowing textile of her cotton clothes caressed her skin, fluttering in the breeze and smelling like fresh herbs and natural perfume.

She often preferred to wear form fitting clothes, a little skimpy and revealing, but not distastefully so; she was indeed a tease, her aura one of confidence and allure, and likewise with a deep sense of clarity and discernment, with a fiery disposition and likewise an almost… motherly and caring allure, whenever she found someone to help.

It was such a joy, to have now spent over half her life in the endeavor of building things anew, instead of concocting up new ways of pilfering destruction.

Although, to plant the seeds of such abundance, the old, decrepit crops had to have been removed.

You see, the Briefs family were among the relatively few scientists, who much like the girl’s actual parents, were renegades. Their world had still been plagued by wars, vile secrecies and pathetic parasites, who sought to deceive the population into giving out their own wealth and the products of their labour, to so-called “representatives” and “kings”; “tribute” or “taxation”, either way, it was not just theft, but a vile and erroneous claim that “I own you, and you are my slaves.”, from the so-called “elites” who did nothing but parasites off the work, hardship and suffering of all those around them.

Upon having learned of this, Ginse was disgusted, even more so than she was at her species way; at least the slavery of the saiyan race was open and in-your face, whereas the one on earth relied more on guile and manipulation; it was one thing to outright initiate violence, but to try and deceive someone into not only accepting it, but asking for it and defending it… both forms were vile, but the latter much more insidious.

The Briefs family had been fighting the system for pretty much their entire lives, keeping their inventions off the record and often handing them out to whoever required them most, without asking for anything in return, except donations, which were few and far between.

However, their funds were pretty much what they’d been left with, after Dr. Briefs killed his parents and secured their assets in his youth, after having learned that they were deeply entrenched with the slavery system on Earth; which is how he found out about it, in the first place, and then started being one of the first to leak information out to the public, about what was going on.

For many years, it had been more or less a cold or shadow war, between the earthlings who were opposed to the “kingdom”, and the “red ribbon army” of the state, before this strange little girl appeared from the stars.

Enraged at what she learned was going on, the girl decided to explore the world and see for herself if that was so, taking around three years to see the in’s and out’s of Earth society; both for the sake of thoroughness, and on the assumption that perhaps the Briefs may be lying to her. She would not be making the same mistake she made with Frieza, ever again.

However, at around the age of 10 or so, the girl finally had enough and decided to use her power to help humanity outgrow its oppression. In a span of a few short months, every single so-called “royal household” and family had been decimated, every single army base and house of parliament destroyed, every single thug of the system, badged or otherwise killed off, as the world was finally on the cusp of liberty once more.

Seeing this opportunity, the Briefs, using their resources and influence, could have used the internet and media to instill a new system, and prop themselves up as the so-called “saviours” of humanity and dupe the people into supporting their new paradigm.

Ginse tried to push them towards that decision, not because it’s what she wanted, but to test and see if they had the resolve and strength, to not be swayed by the allure of so-called “power”. She lied, telling them they could now reign and have humanity into their own image, and with her power, achieve that very easily.

Yet, Boxa and Panchy looked at her with disappointment.

“Ginse. We don’t care how powerful you are. We have vowed to use our strengths to overcome out weaknesses. The biggest weakness is fear, and the only form of fear, is fear of the unknown. Why would anyone seek to allegedly “control” another’s life, or worse, let another try to do that, if not because they hate themselves? Whether one’s a slave to the ego of another, or to their own ego… one’s still a slave. But, through self love, and thus love of others, we express our true selves and thus manifest true liberty. So, no, young Ginse. We will not step in as humanity’s new wardens. We’ll live our lives as we deem right, and likewise leave others to do so as well.”

Ginse rushed in, regretting that she stooped to lie to them about her intentions, crying as she hugged them dearly, and vowed to never lie again.

These earthlings, though apparently weak in flesh, seemed so much more robust in mind and heart, than any saiyan she had met before.

It was in that moment, that they started actually becoming a family. Boxa and Panchy embracing the girl and gradually growing to love her as a daughter, with her coming to love and treat them as her mother and father. Not as a replacement for her actual parents, for whom she still cared, perhaps more so than they deserved, but there was a genuine bond, with Ginse realizing that family was so much more about connection, than it was about lineage and blood.

Thus, henceforth, she started introducing herself as Ginse Bulma Briefs, in remembrance of her saiyan heritage and origin, while likewise embracing her new life as an earthling.

“Fuaaah… I love myself; and life, and the essence of things… and whatever else…”

She sighed, before laughing with joy as she nodded to herself, letting the wind caress her cheeks and have her long hair careen in its playful, jovial breeze.

Suddenly, though, a familiar beep started echoing in her ears, the girl then pulling out her dragon radar from her pocket, and seeing a globe of light flickering on its display.

“Yes. Another one! Only one more to go, after this. Holy fuck, if this legend is actually true…”

“My goodness!” A voice called out to her, as she gracefully landed on the grass, before an old, but cozy looking house within the forests of Mount Paozu. “Where did you learn to fly like that, young lady? Are you a student of Baba’s?”

“Oh, hello there.” Ginse dusted herself off, rearranging her messy clothes as she turned around to greet the kind looking old, crippled man, who was sitting on a log and sipping from his cup of tea. “Who’s Baba, though? Oh, and, like…” She glanced his missing leg, before noticing the crutch beside him. “You know, if you want help around the yard or something, I’d be up for helpin’ out.”

“Oh, hahaha! I appreciate the gesture, young lady! But, I can manage on my own, don’t worry.” He smiled, delighted by her display of kindness, before rising to his feet and coming closer, every move appearing strained and arduous, though his face would barely even flinch or wince, at all. Not because he was trying to not show it, but because he had the strength to push through it, and view the agony and hardship as a challenge, every twinge of pain accompanied by a valiant smile, in the face of it. “Oh, and as for your question, she’s someone I know, who dabbles in magic. I had assumed you were her student, what with your ability to fly and such.”

The girl’s eyes opened wide with intrigue, getting closer to the old man and excitedly raising her tone, happy at the opportunity to learn more about magic, and likewise many other things.

However, Gohan wouldn’t reveal anything about her, respecting the privacy of his teacher’s sibling, to which Bulma scoffed, dissatisfied but without harboring any ill will.

Afterwards, the conversation flowed rather naturally from one topic to the next, the girl enticed by the old man’s apparent wisdom, and he by her willingness to learn and vibrant personality.

“You know… Ginse was it?”

“Yeah; or Bulma, if you want to use that. Whichever you feel like.”

“Well, Ginse. It’s rather refreshing to have met such a vibrant individual, such as yourself. You know, in many ways…” His eyes once more went to her bright haired tail, which she’d been vigorously twisting, swaying and twirling about, since she’d arrived. “You remind me of my grandson. Would you care to tell me…”

“Hey, grandpa!” A young, plucky boy with massively unkempt and spiky hair, suddenly emerged from the nearby woods, soon to turn his gaze towards Ginse as he approached. “Who’s your friend – hey! You have a tail, too?!” He rushed forth, grabbing the girl’s furry appendage and closely inspecting it, eyeing it suspiciously and snorting in a deep, deep breath as he took in its scent, before meeting the young woman’s gaze. “Neat!”

As their eyes met, there was a rather profound connection between the two, almost a familiar one, and after several moments, the girl turned around and faced Gohan once again.

“He’s… not really your grandson, is he?” Her question, although sincere and well meaning, hit Goku like an arrow through the heart, and before Gohan managed to respond, the boy rushed between them, several tears coursing across his cheeks, as he instinctively assumed a battle stance, as if to defend both himself and his beloved grandpa, from what he perceived almost like an actual attack.

“You take that back!” He shouted, in between his snorted sniffs. “He is my grandpa! He is! He is, he is, he is, he is!”

The girl could tell how much they loved each other, her own eyes moistening with tears at the heartwarming sight; both at how the child rushed to defend his grandpa, and at how lovingly the old man was looking at him, with compassion.

“Goku, my boy…” Putting a hand upon the child’s shoulder, Gohan crouched to come and look in Goku’s glance at eye level, taking in a deep, deep breath before letting out a long sigh, before speaking in a loving voice, but resolute tone. “I love you with all my heart, and I am honoured that you would call me grandpa. There are, however, things I’ve yet to tell you, and thought I’d leave for when you were older. But, it seems like the moment has finally arrived.”

For a few hours, the three shared knowledge and stories, with it being revealed how Gohan arrived upon Kakarot, when he was young.

It hadn’t been too long after Ginse’s own arrival in this world, that a peculiar pod had crash landed somewhere in Mount Paozu, during one of Gohan’s hikes across the land in search of herbs, seeds and flowers for his gardening and permaculture food forest.

Though he’d suspected that Goku might have been some kind of experiment, or perhaps alien of some variety, he nonetheless took in the child as his own, caring for the boy as any worthwhile parent would.

Then, one day, the boy hit his head upon a rock and seemingly had a change of disposition, his violent general disposition, turning to one more rowdy and excitedly boisterous, instead of vile and bloodthirsty. His lust for bloodshed, having then gradually turned over the years, to an enthusiastic desire for fighting and self improvement.

However, as the conversation moved on to Ginse revealing more about what she knew regarding the saiyans, how they react to the full moon and turn into the gargantuan oozaru, Goku slowly started to withdraw into himself, getting more distant, which was extremely out of character for him.

At some point during the conversation, he rushed out into the woods, crying and screaming, his charge breaking through stone and wood alike, until he reached the end the edge of a large cliff.

“Goku, what’s wrong?” Ginse’s voice resounded in his ears, her voice feeling almost like knives carving into his chest.

“Get away from me, you witch!”

“Look, I don’t actually mean any ill, kid. But what I said is true.”

“Not, it’s not! It isn’t! It just isn’t, all right?! Leave me alone!” His crying only intensified, with every word of consolation Bulma tried to give, until it soon clicked for her. How he’d sorrowfully been looking at his grandpa and his wounds, after she’d explained what the oozaru was. How he cringed and winced, upon connecting the dots of why Gohan put curtains on the windows, and insisted that he not go out, during a full moon; and so many other signs.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Her voice softened, her muscles loosening as she felt compassion for the boy, reaching out with her hand, to which he growled… but did not ask her to leave, again. Instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his fists, so hard that they could bleed. “You crippled your grandpa.”

Hearing those words hurt the boy like nothing ever had before; any wound he might’ve had before, was nothing compared to this. Never once in his life did the boy cry, nor even shed a tear, but now… he collapsed to the ground, screaming and shouting as tears flowed from his eyes like never before, his entire body shaking profusely, as the pain and agony, along with the revelation, unlocked his memories of both that night, and those prior to his arrival.

Then, after several long moments, the by finally uttered his first coherent words in several minutes, as he looked over the edge of the cliff.

“If… if I would actually… die, if I jumped off… if it would restore… grandpa’s… I would kill myself to…”

In that moment, Ginse lunged towards the kid, grabbing Goku in her arms and tightly hugging him, in a long and loving, genuine embrace, some of her own tears falling on his cheek, as she held the boy’s head close to her chest, her heartbeat drumming in his ears.

“I know you love your grandpa, Goku; and I know you didn’t want to hurt him. But, whatever we all do, it’s always by choice, and always with a purpose. Learn from your mistakes, instead of wallowing in the regret of having committed them. If you want to outgrow your mistakes, then learn from them. Be greater in every moment, than all moments prior.” With that, she turned the boy around and looked deep into his eyes, her gaze loving, although firm and resolute. “Are you willing to do that? Son Goku.”

“Yes! All the yes!” With that, the young boy reciprotated the hug, crying on Ginse’s chest, the girl smiling as she embraced him once again, before feeling her cheeks redden, getting flustered as Goku nonchalantly used her shirt to wipe away his tears and snot, almost ripping it clean off of her.

“My, my… what a delightful moment.” From the nearby woods, Gohan’s voice resounded in their ears, with Goku immediately rushing into his arms, pushing both of them to the ground.

“I’m sorry, grandpa! I didn’t actually mean to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t, child; and I still love you, all the same. No matter where you come from, it’s what’s in your heart, that reveals who you really are. And so long as your heart beats true, I will always love… my son.”

“I love you too, grandpa!”

With that, the two shared a long, loving embrace, with Ginse soon thereafter interjecting, wanting of course to clarify and give her input.

“Ahem, what’s in your heart and your mind. And in soul, in spirit; quality of choices, consciousness, expressed divinity and veyond, etc, etc, and of course, among other things…”

“Hahaha!” From several trees away, a young man with long and flowing, violet hair laughed, smiling as he nodded to himself, upon seeing the beautiful moment unfold before him. “I love you too, mom.” He said to himself, wiping away a tear as he looked upon the signet bearing a picture of him as a child, and his mother teasing both him and his twin sister. “I promise I’ll find you… and then bring you home, once more.” With those words and solemn vow, he looked up towards she moonlight sky, and took a deep, deep breath, his jacket swaying in the breeze, before he vanished in thin air.

However, he was not the only onlooker, you see. There, someone on the higher peaks of Mount Paozu, a tall and peculiar looking figure, with strong features and peculiar looking… green hued and black spotted armor donning his visage, was smiling deviously.

“My, my, my… what a heartwarming scene, is it not? Do you see now, little cleric? What you and your kind…” He spoke in a clear and playful tone, crouching as he pulled up the blue skinned, wounded man’s face up from the dirt, his azure robes tattered and the odd floating circle behind his head, shattered to pieces. “Whoops! My mistake.” He rolled his eyes, noticing that the blue skinned man was no longer responding, instead only twitching as he was gasping his final breaths. “Guess I applied a little too much pressure, for your frail little body. I was hoping you’d last at least a little longer. Oh, well… send your infantile so-called “destroyer”, my spiteful regards, will you?”

With that, he crushed the blue man’s skull into his grip, before rising to his feet once more, sighing in relief and almost reminiscence, before looking towards Ginse, raising his eyebrow in appreciation and respect, and thereafter nodding almost with affection, before opening a portal and then stepping through.

And that’s where we’ll be leaving the story, for right now.

Although from a writing perspective, I will keep some of the, ahem… “mysterious” characters’ descriptions ambiguous, until their full reveal in the story, but otherwise I think it’s rather evident that they are this story’s version of Trunks and Cell.

There will likewise be further explorations of Frieza’s and Cooler’s story, aside from Ginse’s and Goku’s.

But, what do you think happened with Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa?

What happened with the saiyans in general?

Where is future bulma, and why is trunks looking to find her?

Find out in the next parts.

Anyways, among other things…

Chapter 4

Around a decade earlier, shortly after Ginse had landed on earth and Frieza seemingly been disposed of, Cooler had begun making preparations for reorganizing his family’s… “enterprise”, in a manner that was more akin to his own designs.

In the power vacuum that had formed after Frieza and Cold’s absence, Cooler thought it wise to look and see what the varying factions would do, if left to their own devices. To analyse them. Spot their strengths and weaknesses, and likewise how to use both to his advantage.

He knew that this endeavor would be a relatively long one, as people grew and evolved over the years, and after around a decade or so of watching, making notes and spying, keeping tabs on everyone he managed, there arrived the day when he contacted all the factions, and asked for them to come and meet on neutral ground.

“Thus, in this endeavor, I have called you all here today, to perhaps reconcile our differences and come to an agreement. One that would benefit all of us.” Standing tall, the iceling looked across the land before him, swaying his tail in long and fluid, patient movements, with occasional snaps and swift, impactful swings, watching the rather luxurious and vibrant forests, and likewise the broad ocean overlooking it, from atop the summit they had gathered on, before turning to his guests, hands behind his straightened back and outstretching chest. “Thus…”

“Spare us the bullshit pleasantries, Cooler.” The young Vegeta growled, his arms crossed and he tried smelling the iceling for any sign of weakness. “Your kind had abused us saiyans for decades, and you now want ‘reconciliation’? Fuck off!” He spat on the ground, snarling at Cooler.

“Would it surprise you if I did, young one?” He turned to look at the teen saiyan before him, who had come alone; no posy and no allies anywhere near him. His saiyan armor, makeshift, tattered and even if functional, clearly in disrepair. “As for our conflicts and misgivings between my late family and yours, I extend my sincerest apologies.” He lightly nodded, as if to acknowledge what had happened, but without too much concern for the events and massacres. Which the young saiyan immediately picked up on.

“You don’t seem to care that they occurred, now do you?”

“Not exactly, no.” Cooler admitted, rather casually, his cold and pretty much detached gaze meeting Vegeta’s fuming glance. “I was, however, not exactly part of what occurred. So, of course, I don’t bear too much of the guilt, so the apology was mostly for my departed brother and father. But rest assured, I have no ill will towards any of you.” He briefly turned to speak towards all the gathered warriors, scientists and mercenary bands.

“I see.” Vegeta took a step forward, smirking at the iceling and more or less inviting him to a fight, judging by his posture and composure. “Then, you can start and make amends, by calling me by my full title: king vegeta, the third!”

“Oh?” Cooler raised his brow, scoffing with disgust, as he approached the saiyan, responding to his taunting with his own rebuttal and retort. “king, you say? Are you still primitive enough, to erroneously believe that bloodlines, lineage and titles give you more rights than others? ‘cause they certainly do not, little ape boy.”

“Aargh! Go fuck yourself!”

Vegeta growled, raising his fist and connecting it with Cooler’s jaw, the iceling utterly unfazed, as he then caught the saiyan’s leg, squeezing hard enough around his ankle to cause pain, but deliberately not enough to break his bones.

Of course, Vegeta struggled to get loose, and as Cooler loosened his grip, the young saiyan slipped from his grasp and started pummeling him, although to no ostensible avail.

“Fight back, damn it!”

“Why would I, in this context? Are you implying you’re a threat?” Cooler smirked and chuckled to himself, rather amused, yet also… impressed by the saiyan’s tenacity and forwardness.

Hissing and growling, Vegeta looked around and then arrived upon an idea, as he then pressed a hand against the ground, heat soon emanating from his palm and searing the earth on which they stood.

“If you won’t honour me with a duel, then I’ll blow up this wretched world! Urgh!”

In the next moment, a scarred saiyan with upraised and spiky hair, caught the young Vegeta by the arms, pulling him in an armlock and pinning him to the ground.

“That’s enough. I had heard you were one vain motherfucker, but fuck me, it’s another thing entirely to see it up close.”

“Get your filthy hands off me, you low class wretch!”

The young saiyan struggled, but Bardock’s grasp was tight and sturdy, making it hard for Vegeta to even move, let alone break out, what with how desperate and pained he was, and rabid almost to the core.

“I appreciate the gesture, Bardock. However…”

“How about you go fuck yourself?” Bardock snapped at Cooler, raising his glance to glare at the iceling, who had raised a hand towards the pair. “This is between me and the kid. Besides, if you’re so caring and compassionate as you portray yourself, why didn’t you step in, to stop this world from potentially getting destroyed?”

“Hahaha!” Cooler laughed, smiling rather smugly to himself. “Because I knew you would.”

“Oh, really? And how’s that?”

“Well, let’s say I’m a rather well versed judge of character.” He grinned suggestively, turning his sights towards the Vegeta, whose eyes started watering as he kept pushing against Bardock, to not ostensible avail. But, he kept on pushing and pushing, which Cooler remarked and appreciated, as he then placed his hand on Bardock’s shoulder. “My friend…”

“I’m not your friend, bud.”

“Hahaha! Perhaps “bud” will suffice then. But, regardless, I ask that you let go of young Vegeta over here.”

After a few moments of exchanging glares and glances, Cooler’s expression calm, ostensibly compassionate and reassuring, convincing the older saiyan to eventually scoff and let go of the him.

“Argh. You’ll… argh… you’ll all pay for this…” Vegeta scowled and snarled, between his stuttered breaths, his arms and legs having become numb from how hard Bardock had squeezed them.

“I know your pain well, little saiyan.” Cooler crouched before Vegeta, offering a hand as he met the boy at eye level, the iceling’s expression warm, but solemn as he looked upon him.

“What would you know?!” He angrily hit Cooler’s hand away, recomposing himself as he rose up to his feet.

“What would I know? To have an absent mother, whom I’ve never met? Whose touch I never felt, when I most desired it, in the cold nights I spent alone? Ignored at first, and later on exploited for my power and my skills? Without so much as an instance, not a single one, of recognition, from the father I had helped to build this enterprise? Or, more rather, the one that, of the three of us, I alone had kept from crumbling all those years?” With that, he took a deep, deep breath, before sighing in relief and some amount of satisfaction, in having expressed his lingering anguish, before rising to his feet and looking in Vegeta’s eyes, once more. “I know why you killed your father, child, as I killed my own with my bare hands.”

Almost everyone around gasped audibly at the revelation, Bardock scoffing as he examined Cooler with curiosity and intrigue, Vegeta’s eyes widening, before he caught himself and scowled, but then turned his glance athwart… angered that he, even for a moment, felt a sense of kinship with another.

“In addition to what is my own self respect, of course… it is also this impression of kinship, that I choose to call you through means of your own name, Vegeta; not the titles and fake imagery that others sought to graft upon you, for their own agendas.” The young saiyan froze up at those words, Bardock raising his eyebrows and feeling rather inspired by the speech, as the others murmured amongst themselves, as Cooler continued. “In other words, I want to acknowledge you for who you are; not what others tried to turn you into, for their own personal gain, at the expense of yours.” With that, he turned towards the others and flung out his arms in a welcoming, inviting fashion, raising his tone so all would hear him. “And I extend his attitude towards all of you. I have not come here to ambush you. I have not come here to bark demands and centralize your resources, nor fill my pockets with the product of your labours. I have come here, and asked you to join me on such an occasion, once again… to reconcile and work together, as equals and mutually respectful allies. If this does not intrigue or interest you, then do go ahead and leave. If it entices you, then I suggest we feast and speak of further collaboration. Perhaps share stories and engage in deep and profound conversation. Now, what say you? Potential friends, and who knows… maybe even extended family.”

As the day went on, all of the gathered people had remained, some because they felt inspired by the iceling’s words, and others with suspicion, looking to probe and prod this new development and see what they’d discover.

Aside from the Bardock and Vegeta, Cooler also noticed a Cirilian among, noting that he was the only member of the heaters who showed up, and that what he’d read about his aptitudes as a scout and sniper were rather accurate, and impressive. He would be very useful, for reconnaissance and spying on the heaters, should he be convinced to become an ally.

He likewise took note of Bardock’s ally, a tall and rather bulky saiyan, whose long and spiky hair reached almost all the way to the ground, like massive, messy mane; a saiyan who, unlike his often compulsive brethren, had the aura of a… scholar about him; like a well read young man, who was always studious; but who’s war torn life had earned him scars, toughening him as he remained vigilant and patient all throughout, examining the “scene”, as it were, and the participants about as thoroughly as Cooler himself. He could tell the saiyan, as with all of them, had the lust for battle deep within him, yet… whenever he saw Raditz look outside the window of his ship, whenever he had a moment of perceived privacy, he sighed aloud, loosening his muscles and gazing through the stars, yearning for something more. Was it knowledge? Was it to find this… what was it he’d heard… this younger brother, who was lost during an ambush?

Who knows, perhaps Cooler could give him access to some of his libraries. Maybe help with finding the long lost little monkey. Make the saiyans trust him, and all that. Who knows, maybe even engage in actual worthwhile conversation, should the long haired… or indeed, whomever of them, actually prove worthy of it.

“My, my… what have here, Cooler darlin’?”

A deep, yet deviously playful voice suddenly echoed in Cooler’s years, as he almost fell asleep upon his chair, pondering the day’s events, and many other things.

The iceling’s posture briefly jolted from the sudden stimuli, before rolling his tired eyes and once more resting his head upon his palm.

“You really pick the worst of moments to pop up, now don’t you, angel?”

The tall figure laughed, floating aloft the ground and letting the light play on his blue skin, and upraised, white hair, as he gleefully spun his staff around its axis, in between his fingers.

“Oh, hahaha! I do, don’t I? Perhaps I should take some cues from you? Wouldn’t you say?” He leaned in closed, almost pressing his cheek against the icelings with an almost flirty smirk, to which Cooler responded with a scowl of annoyance, planting his palm on the angel’s face and firmly pushing him away, much to the blue one’s amusement.

“If you’d have kissed me again, I’d have thrown in a couple kicks, in addition to the usual punch.”

“Oh, hahaha! As if I even feel your… uh… feeble thrusts.”

“Spare me your petty insults, little angel. They’re all so predictable and boring.”

“Ah, you’re no fun when you’re tired, little ice boy.” Smiling to himself, Whis wrapped one of his long arms around Cooler’s shoulder, sitting on the site of the large chair and leaning on the iceling, speaking his ear in playful, almost sultry tones. “But, if you ever want to liven up… I could very well be your daddy.”

“Fuck! You!” Cooler rolled his eyes, raising his tone and likewise his arm, shooting a beam of energy, straight towards the angel’s face, which he effortlessly dodged, soon starting to laugh.

“Oh, hahaha! Touched a nerve, did I? All right, fine, darlin’. I guess that’s enough teasing… for now.”

“Well, my sleep is very much gone now, so I may as well pose the question… where’s the cat?” He said, in a mocking tone.

“Oh, he’s gone to have a snooze. You know how he is.” Whis chuckled to himself, his expression turning somber for a brief moment, letting out a sigh, before lightening up once more and leaning towards Cooler, once again. “Which brings me to the reason for this visit, you see. Do you want a spot, as a… potential successor?”

Cooler perked up, blinking swiftly in a brief fit of confusion, soon to recompose himself and turn his head towards the angel, with a snarl.

“All right, Whis. What’s the catch?”

“Ooh, you want to catch?”

“No! Go fuck yourself! Go and fuck your wretched feline friend, if you are into that.”

“Oh, that is insulting, Cooler darlin’! You know I prefer women. I meant, are you willing to catch this opportunity and seize it by the balls, or would you rather have it slip away, akin to a cum drenched…”

Cooler growled, thrusting a punch in Whis’ direction, as he rose up from his chair, the angel easily dodging his blow and laughing rather mischeviously, upon watching Cooler leave the room.

“Good bye, angel. If you seek to waste your breath on inane and infantile musings, then go and bother someone else.”

“Look, Cooler…” Suddenly, the iceling felt his wrist grabbed rather tightly, by the angel, and as he turned around to strike Whis once again, his glance arrived upon a rather somber, solemn glance from the blue skinned one. “I meant what I said.”

Cooler clenched his fist, ready to strike in case another joke or infantile innuendo would leave his lips. “Which part?”

“I saw how you operate, over the years. How you think and what actually motivates you. It is impressive how you’ve managed to bring all these barbaric creatures, to some form or semblance of cohesion, without relying on violence or coercion… and, besides that…  I tire of that filthy feline’s laziness and apathy. I am bored as fuck. I have nobody to talk to. Perhaps it’s because I want to have a pertinent partner. Maybe I want to have a friend. Who knows? Perhaps both, and likely other reasons, but either way… I meant what I said. I want you, as Beerus’ successor. Will you consider it?”

Cooler scoffed at first, but after seeing the apparent hope and yearning in the angel’s eyes, he considered the possibility that he was actually being honest about it.

“I’ll… think about it.”

“That is all I ask.” Whis sighed in relief, before once more reassuming his playful, whimsical demeanor. “Well, Cooler darlin’. Until next we meet, then. Toodleloo.”

With that, the angel left, leaving Cooler with more things to ponder.

And that’s where we’ll be leaving this story, for right now.

Anyways, among other things…

Chapter 6

It had been around a year or so, since Ginse and Goku had begun their trek across the land. Ginse, of course, could have easily flown about to the location of the next dragon ball and be done with it, but in addition to reminding herself that the journey was likewise just as important as the destination, she was having so much fun with the young lad, that she decided to enjoy the sojourn, instead of quickly rushing to complete her scavenger hunt for the dragon balls.

Throughout the journey, they’d been sparring, sharing stories and enjoying each other’s company, with Goku having so many questions that Ginse was very much enjoying to answer. It was a rather fun dynamic, for the studious and curious girl, to now actually have someone to share her knowledge with.

Of course, she had her family with whom she did share her findings, the trio of scientists then embarking on a quest to come up with new and revolutionary inventions and such. It is how they invented the capsule technology, for which their enterprise had become widely known in the last few years. One of the more recent inventions, one that was still in its prototype phases, was what the young saiyan woman called “the gravity chamber”, which she co-developed with the Briefs, on account of there being pretty much no challenge, from a bodily effort perspective, for the Ginse to partake in this world, thus far. So, she figured a device that would help her upkeep and improve her strength would be crucial, and since she hated exercising for how boring and repetitive it was, it was also the case that even if she did engage in such practices… in this gravity, it wouldn’t mean much for how her body was configured.

Wait, that’s it! That was when the idea struck her. To produce some kind of machine that would increase the local gravity of the area it occupied, which would provide her with both stimulation and adrenaline, and likewise offer a good yard stick, so to speak, for how much she her body was growing with regards to its abilities and martial prowess.

Still, the device was only going up to around 30 fold the gravity of earth, thus far, which was around thrice that of her homeworld, which had been somewhat of a challenge at first, but was was soon starting to provide no extra benefit to her, aside from upkeeping her body’s tensile strength.

“Hey, Bulma!” Suddenly, Goku barged into the room, as Ginse was making notes and schematics in her journal. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Oh, getting ready for bed, I guess. What’s up?” The girl gave him a casual look over, noticing that he was very slightly fidgeting, which was unusual for the boy, his cheeks slightly red and his smile even brighter, and somewhat different than the one he wore for most of the day, his body rocking back and forth as he playfully swung upon the tip and heels of his feet. “All right, out with it.” She smiled, rolling her eyes, and motioning him to sit beside her on the bed.

“So, you’re a girl, right?” He asked, smile broadening as he got somewhat more flustered, but remained just as forward and confident as he usually was.

“Who knows? Am I?” She laughed, rolling her eyes with sarcasm at his query.

“Wait, like? You mean you don’t know?”

“Hahaha! Of course I am.” Ginse laughed once more, louder than before, at his innocent expression. “It’s not like we haven’t talked about this.”

“Right!” He perked up once more, clenching his fists in anticipation as they looked into each other’s eyes, her gaze ponderous and his own intrigued. “So, I think I have that… whatcha call it?”

“A crush on me?” She grinned in the corner of her mouth, teasing him as she poked his nose with a finger.

“Yeah, that. I like you a lot. And not like I like Grandpa. Like, in a totally different way.”

“Yeah, I noticed. I appreciate you coming out and saying it, by the way. Maybe that’s the boy inside you becoming a man? Although, manhood implies so much more than…” She said that last part more so to herself, after her tease.

“Show me!” He blurted out all of a sudden.

“Show you? What exactly?”

“Your girliness.”

“I… assume this isn’t enough?” She blinked swiftly for a brief moment, before motioning towards the whole of her body with one hand, while leaning on the other on the bed.

“Oh, sure, it is. For a deductive analysis from a cursory glance.” Ginse raised an eyebrow, at his sudden use of technical terms, before shrugging it off and grinning with some amount of pride, that her de-facto student was learning more from her than just whatever skills and techniques she was sharing, during their sparring sessions. “But, I wanna see the difference for real.”

“Well…” Ginse rubbed the back of her neck, her own cheeks reddening somewhat, as she reflexively brought her thighs closer together and pulled the nadir of her long shirt over her ass, the lower part of which was previously exposed, what with how casual their relationship was, and how well they seemed to actually mesh with each other. “Ahem! Maybe some other day.”

“Why not now?” Goku tilted his head, technically knowing more about the differences between men and women than he did a year prior, but not yet discerning the intricacies of romance and morality; he was rather confused, even worried when he saw her suddenly starting to seem like she was pulling up her guard around him, which she’d never done before; although, he was somewhat relaxed, by seeing her still being her playful and aloof self, in her allure. “You don’t look tired. You don’t look hurt either, yet you’re acting as if something’s wrong. So, why won’t you show me? I mean, what’s the big deal? You’ve seen me naked. It’s only fair I get to see you naked too! For science!”

“Hahaha!” Ginse laughed aloud, as Goku said that phrase sincerely and entirely unironically, his head leaning over the bed and curiously looking the girl over, now more so interested in Bulma’s well being, than whatever crush he might’ve had on her.

To which Ginse nodded to herself, smiling both at his forwardness, his eagerness to learn and his warm and caring personality. Besides, boys will be boys. Likewise, he was such a breath of fresh air, compared to practically all the saiyans she remembered, and it looked like even though the traumatic, but wisening revelation of what he did to his grandpa did unlock the boy’s memories, he still remained the plucky, happy child who always enjoyed a challenge. Additionally, however the blow to the head may have impacted his cerebral development, initially, it looked like in the past year, the boy was forming new synapses way more easily, the effectiveness of his brain growing as he learned and absorbed more knowledge and information, and as he tapped into greater levels of discernment and wisdom.

Thus, the two once again started talking about romance, sex and the relationship between man, woman and family, from the perspectives of both how saiyans and earthlings viewed those things, and likewise in principle. Ginse explained that for any relationship to actually work, aside from it having to actually be one between principled and moral individuals, both partners also had to actually be both mentally, emotionally and in body, apt to partake in the act of romantic love and sexual intercourse, for there to not actually be any artificial trauma involved, or in otherwords, for the relationship to not be one of abuse. And likewise that, in most cases she had seen thus far from earthlings, most children were not exactly developed in any of those three areas, up until around late teenhood or young adulthood, varying from person to person. And, in the case of her own species… where more of that developmental energy seemed to focus on the body, she wondered if the saiyans should even be breed at all.

Although Goku was rather disappointed that he didn’t get to see Ginse naked upfront, he did more or less agree with her reasoning. Of course, this didn’t stop him from peeking in while Ginse was having baths or showers, nor did it prevent him from trying to tug at her clothes every now and again, when they were sparring during their travels. Ginse, however, did not actually get angry at him for it. Instead, she thought it was amusing, and teased him about it every now and again, as was her personality and general allure.

However, as they travelled the world, they eventually arrived at a peculiar looking island relatively far out in the ocean, but close enough to the shore to actually be spotted from the shore; and as they did, her radar suddenly began to beep and chirp and come to life, showing that a dragonball was nearby.

“Hrrm…” After the youngsters had arrived and shared some of their story with the old hermit, Roshi was now rubbing his long and furry beard, looking at the two with curiosity and intrigue… although, of course, his eyes were veering towards Ginse far more frequently, to the point where the young girl was getting annoyed.

“So, are you thinking about our request? Or about something else entirely?”

“What? You think an old man isn’t apt to think of both? Or many other things, at once? I assure you, child. My mind is very… very active.” He straightened up his back, suggestively wiggling his brows at her, eyes going straight for her chest, as she crossed her arms and inadvertently pushed out her breasts; small and perky as they were, but still, eliciting a breathy “yes” from the old pervert. Or, was he a pervert? Or was he a virile man of ripe old age, engaging in some of his natural desires? What if this man’s lewd exterior was more like a test, like someone presenting themselves as a trickster or a demon, not so as to lure, but rather to test other’s resolve and attitude.

Ginse pondered to herself, as the old hermit spoke again.

“Anyways, onto the topic at hand. You seek possession of this ancient artifact, you say? Well, having heard the legends and, on the assumption that they are true, you realize why it is that I wouldn’t just hand it out to anyone who asks, yes?” He said in a rather solemn tone, with both Ginse and Goku nodding in acknowledgement and agreement.

“Still, though. We did come here for it.” Goku perked up. “So, what’s it worth to you? Say, your place seems pretty dingy and decrepit lookin’. We can fix you up with a new home. Hey, Bulma! Bring ‘em capsules over here.”

“Hahaha! So eager to share the fruits of others’ labour, are you?” She rolled her eyes at Goku, teasing him, but not without appreciating his general kindness, before casually rummaging through her pocket and pulling out a couple capsules, which then threw towards Roshi, who examined them upon having caught the pair.

“This won’t do, young ones.” However, the old man shook his head in disappointment, reaching out his open palm before her and offering the two their capsules back. “There is no worldly thing you can offer me, in exchange for this dragon ball. I will only give it to those I find worthy of having it. There is nothing you or anyone might do, to try and bribe or threaten me. Only the hands of the worthy will touch these artifact of old.”

“I see.” Ginse nodded in appreciation, before straightening her back once more, putting her hands on her waist as she spoke in a more serious tone. “Then, I assume there is some kind of test? Besides, out of curiosity, what are your criteria of worthiness? Are they based on your own personal and egotistical desires? Or are they closer to truth and principles, and such?”

“My, my.” Roshi nodded to himself, raising his brows more so with genuine intrigue now,  rather than with lewd desires, as he sized her up more thoroughly upon hearing her words. “I can tell that you’re rather… mature for your age, young lady. Ginse, was it?”

“Or, Bulma. Use whichever you feel like. I’m just as keen on both.”

“Ginse it is, then… has a more refined ring to it? Hahaha! Although Bulma’s right up my alley too! Hahaha!”

He laughed, somewhat reassuming his perverted demeanor for a moment, as Ginse rolled her eyes, although now with a grin broadened on her lips, as he recognized the old man as more than sex crazed addict.

As the two started gradually teasing one another, all the sexual innuendos were kind of boring for a kid who didn’t yet discern the intricacies of it, and thus Goku shrugged and turned around to go and explore the island on his own.

“So, here’s what I propose, young Ginse.”

Taking in a deep, deep breath, the old man removed his sunglasses, closing his eyes as he felt the energy both within and all around him swirl and course throughout his body, his frail visage gradually melting away, as his muscles and composure swiftly began to rejuvenate, and soon enough the previously decrepit looking old man, was now standing around a two feet taller, with broad shoulders and a rather well built, muscular and youthful looking frame. Not one nearly as large as the behemoth that he was when at full power, but very much enough to elicit a rather curious and sensual “ooh” from Ginse; who was now the one staring at him, with sexual intrigue.

“I have much I could teach you.” He casually walked forth, reaching for her hand and roughly, but playfully and gallantly taking it into his own, raising an eyebrow at her rough and calloused hands and knuckles, which stood in stark contrast with her otherwise alluring feminine beauty. “Lay with this old, ahem… but, very much still virile man…” He stuttered somewhat, his eyebrows rising even further, as was gradually the tent between his legs, as he saw that Ginse wasn’t really flustered at all; the girl even nodding to herself as she continued staring at him, grinning in the corners of her mouth, as she made eye contact in a rather different way than prior. Still, Roshi continued, using some of the magic he knew to amplify his pheromones and sexual energy to further entice Ginse, grinning in the corner of his mouth… although, likewise having a contrasting somberness to his gaze, as he looked at how she rubbed her thighs together, her hand almost seeming to want to reach towards his loins right then and there. Either way, he continued. “And I will teach you many skills, techniques and spells, the likes of which you’ve likely only read about in fairy tales and novels. Which, however, I assure you, very much exist. Should you prove adequately… open to what I have to teach.” He emphasizes that word, raising his other hand to caress her cheek and then lean in for a kiss, before stopping right before her lips, the two looking in each other’s eyes as he spoke. “I will gladly gift you the dragon ball, for you will have proven yourself worthy.”

“Hahaha!” Ginse laughed, pushing her chest onto his own as she leaned onto the old man, one hand caressing his muscles, while the other grabbed hold of one of his buttocks, her legs parting as her cheeks kept reddening further and further. “Well then, if that is your criteria…” She smiled, leaning in for a kiss of her own, although her sensual visage immedialy turned to one of sheer annoyance and disappointment, as she glared into his eyes and scowled. “Then you are neither worthy of me, nor any worthwhile woman.” With that, she pushed him away, hard enough to knock him back, but not enough to actually hurt him, for he had still not done her any wrong, per se. Still, the girl continued. “I’d rather wait until you’ll move on from this world, and then pick up the ball, than lay with someone who’d so easily hand over such an artifact, just in exchange for a wet space to put his dick inside. Furthermore…”

She snarled with disgust, although to her partial surprise, the old man removed necklace and offered the dragon ball to her, nodding to her with respect, smiling as he gazed into her eyes with pride and joy.

“I’m glad to have met you, young one.”

It was then that Ginse looked at the old man with new eyes, his ploy not exactly unexpected, but it was one thing to speculate and another to have confirmation. One thing to assume that someone was a good and genuine individual, and another to actually see and recognize it first hand.

“Wait, this… that’s it? You’re just giving me this?”

“Well, you did prove yourself worthy. At least, at a cursory glance.”

“A cursory glance isn’t good enough. What if I had your psychological profile figured out, and then used it against you, knowing what you would do? What if I’m a very manipulative woman?”

“Well, are you?” He asked, still holding out the dragon ball towards her.

“Would I answer that question honestly, if I was? You don’t know me. You should be more thorough than this, both in general, and especially when it concerns handing out such magical artifact to others.”

“Ginse.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling as he looked into her eyes in an almost fatherly way. “You are clearly a very intelligent young woman. You are definitely not wrong in your assertions. At least, those you’ve presented thus far; and your heart is clearly pure. These two things I can clearly say with clarity, about you. But, as one grows in wisdom, one begins to see things much more clearly. The heart is the knower, infinitely aware, but in absence or disharmony with the genuine mine, it does not have focus. The genuine mind is the comprehender, infinite in its depth, but lacking in its breadth, if in disharmony or absence of the heart. In other words, the heart without the mind, is aimless and unfocused, and although unbound in its breadth of knowledge, it is faulty in its depth of comprehension of the details and the nuance. The mind without the heart is rigid and unmoving, and although far more organized and focused on the details… without knowing anything outside said details, how much does it really comprehend about them, and their greater purpose? You see, young one, true spiritual wisdom comes consciously, when one expands the focus and determination of the mind and harmonizes it with the creativity and joyfulness of the heart. Of course, there’s much more to talk about and elaborate on, but you get the ideas, among other things…”

Ginse’s smile was wide, tears flowing from her eyes as she resonated with the old, wise hermit’s words and their meaning, nodding to herself as she reached for the dragon ball.

Meanwhile, as Goku was exploring the island, he soon arrived upon the rear beach of the house, where a young girl was exercising her martial arts with every fiber of her body, her strikes swift and fast from her natural talents and composure, heavy from the weighted clothes that donned her frame, and angry, furious from deep trauma she’d likely endured during her earlier years.

“Come on! Harder, Chi-Chi! I know you can do it!” As a rough, yet still vaguely feminine voice echoed next inside his ears, Goku turned to look and come upon the sight of a golden haired woman in a rather sporty, practical attire; although in contrast to her looks, she was mostly busy drinking alcohol and fruit juice as she yelled at the child to continue with her exercise. “Come on, Chich! Show me those moves!” The woman yelled out again, before sipping from her glass of cold juice once again.

“Hey, there.” The woman spilled her drink upon her, tensing up as it appeared, to her buzzed and rather dazed impressions anyway, that Goku had suddenly appeared right next to her.

“’The fuck are you?” Dazily, the woman reached for the frame of her sunglasses twice, missing it on both occasions as she tried focusing her sights on him.

“I’m Goku!” With that, Goku then moved on towards the girl his age, the drunk woman, falling over with her chair, as he approached Chi-Chi.

“Um… hi, I guess.” She looked at him with apprehension, somewhat on guard at first, but soon seeming rather intrigued by his extremely honest looking expression, and likewise sunny disposition.

“I’m Goku! Who’re you?” He asked, reaching out a hand in greeting.

“Well… you can call me Chi-chi.” After a moment of reluctance, the girl pulled off the hair off of her sweaty forehead, greeting Goku in between her labored breaths.

“Neat. So, you’re a girl, right?” Quickly, the young saiyan pulled her close, smelling her hand and then sniffing up her arm, and then eventually up her neck and face, the young girl tensing up in shock and confusion, not knowing how to react. “You smell like one and… kinda look like one.” He said, sincerely, what with his main other frame of reference in this regard being Bulma, who was pretty much a young woman at this point. Chi-Chi, however, was still too shocked to respond. “Quick, let’s get naked somewhere, and explore each other.”

Meanwhile, at the front beach of the island…

“You are wiser than you look, old man.”

“I know, darlin’. I know.”

“It’s funny… I’ve thought so long about what to wish for, if even for anything at all, but… at least now I’ll see and study the power of these balls myself, and how they work, now that I’ve the final ball.”

“Wait, what? Final?” Roshi reflexively withdrew his hands, clenching his grip tighter around the ball. “You mean to say you’ve collected all other six?”

“So, what if I have?” Bulma shrugged, before playfully sweeping her hair athwart, once more assuming a rather playful disposition and allure. “Besides, you’ve already decided to part ways with it. Are you going back on your word? What? Don’t you trust your wisdom, old man?”

“Hahaha!” He laughed in response to her goading, reaching towards his pocket but not exactly putting the ball inside yet, as he teased her in return. “I do. However, as a woman of integrity, creativity and intelligence, and such and whatever else… I think you recognize the utter importance of always questioning everything, correct? Including what you think you know, at any moment of your life.”

“Indeed. Look, regardless of whether you give the ball or not, I’d like to…”

“Oow!” Goku’s voice suddenly reverberated across the island, right after a loud thud, as Chi-Chi punched him in the face. “What was that for?!”

As Ginse and Roshi arrived at the scene, another voice echoed in their ears. One angry and furious, as Launch, after having a double take to see whether or not what she saw was true, pulled out her gun and yelled at Bulma.

“You! I’ll kill you! I’ll avenge my friends!”

With those words, she started firing at Ginse who more so stood there rather than reacting, knowing that the bullets wouldn’t even so much as graze her, as she pondered why this woman had such a reaction to her presence. Of course, even though he sensed her power, Roshi still stepped in to catch the bullets, ingrained reflexes from centuries of prowess… and his manly energy urging him to show off his abilities and such.

“Damn it, woman! Where the fuck did you get another gun?!”

While Roshi had gone to care for Launch, Ginse tilted her head athwart, trying to recall if she had come across this woman before.

And that’s where we’ll be leaving this story, for now.

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Chapter 7

It had been a few months since Ginse and Goku had begun their martial arts tuition with Roshi, and although both saiyans were familiar with advanced fighting techniques; Bulma having pretty much developed her own fighting style throughout the years, while Goku more or less did the same, although with teachings for his Grandpa, who was delighted to hear that things were going rather swimmingly for his beloved grandson, and his new friends.

Friends whom, of course, had a rather rocky relationship at start with the two saiyans.

You see, during Ginse’s rampage several years ago, where she pretty much destroyed the organized slavery system of so-called “modern society”, thus paving the way for a more liberty oriented and anarchic lifestyle for most people (which, by the way, means the rejection of slavery; but that’s another conversation; read the stuff on my blog, if you want to know more;)

Live and let live, do no harm, but take no shit. Non-violence in harmony with self defense and the defense of others. There’s more to talk about, but that’s the gist of it, in terms of one’s behaviour towards other living beings. If, for whatever reason, you don’t resonate with that, there’s something clearly wrong with you, and with or without realizing it, you’re a supporter of slavery, so fuck you and fuck that shit.

Anyways, anyone and everyone can elevate themselves when they so choose.

Moving on with the story, although Ginse’s rampage had mostly positive effects, it was also the case that in her rage and disgust, she’d inadvertently destroyed numerous sites, structures and lands that had innocent people living there.

For example, the Briefs had found out that some of the shaolin enclaves had become corrupted and were aiding in human and child trafficking, in parasitic collaboration with the pathetic, so-called “royal” families of the world and many of the organized religions and cults around the world.

As soon as she discovered this, although at first she intended to channel her rage consciously and only destroy those who deserved it, upon seeing the first few trafficking and organ harvesting sites, sex rings and all that disgusting stuff, the girl went into a frenzy and no longer had the patience to disseminate who’s part of the problem and who’s not.

Thus, although most of the world’s evil doers have been killed and vanquished, there were many innocents caught in the crossfire.

And, upon now integrating this realization, after hearing Chi-Chi’s and Launch’s story, pretty much went into a breakdown, her entire composure shattered by grief; although, to note, her judgement was still clear.

“I… I killed so many… so many innocents…” Ginse curled up in a ball, knees close to her chest and her tail wrapped around her legs, as she held her head inside her arms, tears cascading down her face.

“If what you’ve shown me is true…” From beside her, Chi Chi glared at the young saiyan woman over her shoulder, before turning her glance towards the images and disks of footage, documents and inventory files that Bulma made an effort to produce, for Chi Chi and Launch’s sake. So that they would see what those close to them, including most of Chi Chi’s family and Launch’s associates, were doing without their personal knowing of what was going on. “Then, my family deserved to die.” She said in a stuttered voice, her expression firm as she looked upon the evidence again and again, showing deals her father made and his underground base beneath their very home. The girl wondered many things, including if the reason why her father had her wear such skimpy and revealing outfits, was so that he and his so-called friends would get some deranged satisfaction from sexualizing a child. Who knows? If Ginse hadn’t arrived, was it possible that she, herself, may have been used as a broodmother for her family, once she was old enough to get pregnant? She did hear him talk about such things, but didn’t really know what exactly they meant… until now.

“Fuck. If I knew those bastards did what they did… what the fuck, dude?! Stealin’ crap from rich folk is one thing, but this shit! Fuck, man!”

Launch growled, looking at the info that had been laid out before them, pretty much all across the living room of Roshi’s house, which they’d been examining for several days, since they’d met the two saiyans.

“That still doesn’t actually make up for my mistakes!” Ginse curled up even more, her face and her entire body convulsing and spasming erratically, to which Roshi sighed, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around the girl.

“What you did helped the world tremendously, young one.”

“I know!” She yelled loud, smacking Roshi’s hand with her tail. “But I could’ve done it far better! So much better… instead, I let the lust for blood…” She raised her hands, seeing the blood on her palms as clearly as she did in all the days it took for her to rampage. “Am I no better than my shitsack brethren?”

“Hey!” Goku yelled at her, coming right before her and looking straight into the woman’s eyes. “If what you said about our race is true, then there’s no way you ain’t better than those losers! So stop moping around! This isn’t you! So, give me back my friend!”

“You don’t get it, Goku! This is me! It’s a side of me you haven’t seen thus far, but you know what?! When I see the opportunity to kill someone! When I come across even the tiniest stimuli for anger, or even just annoyance! My body aches to kill! Doesn’t matter who it is, or what they have or haven’t done.”

“No! You’re not a bad person. You have the urge to fight and overcome challenges! Just like I do!”

“Yes! I do. That’s the good part! But you don’t know what it’s like, to want to kill and torture people… to delight in their suffering, and feel literal pain… like, my body always wants to spill every single fuckin’ day! Although, thankfully, I have the will, the wits and wherewithal to not give in to the psychopathic urges. If I didn’t have my empathy or moral principles… rest assured, I’d kill each and every one of you, and everyone I’d come across. And I… I’d do it with such delirious glee…”

“Yet, throughout all these years, you’ve shown the willpower to reject those urges, and likewise channel your rage and sorrows consciously, towards expressing the goodness within you, no matter what. So, I would agree with Goku on this one. Why keep moping around, darlin’? Make up for your mistakes, of course, but don’t beat yourself up for ones you’ve yet to actually make.”

“Yeah, well… you’re not wrong. Besides, my clarity and judgement aren’t affected by these moods, but… the body still goes through these grieving processes; and I think it’s good to indulge in them every now and again, both for the honesty of it, and likewise so as to become acquainted with both the suffering and the joys of life, and go through whichever of them is more apt, wise and effective for one’s growth in consciousness and such. Among other things…”

Ginse, finally, seemed like she was gradually beginning to outgrow her stupor of regret, nodding to Roshi’s words, and smiling to herself, as both he and Goku wrapped their arms around her; with all three enjoying the beautiful moment.

Chi Chi and Launch, however, scoffed and snarled, still having a grudge against the saiyan who had killed their families and friends; even though they realized that she was in the right to do so, if these papers, pictures and footage had any truth. In light of that, they didn’t entirely hold it against her, especially with how the world gradually turned out as more people gradually began to consciously assume responsibility for their lives… but it was hard to let go of all the suffering they’d endured, both prior and before Launch found the orphaned Chi Chi and decided to care for her, until Roshi had found them exhausted and more or less starving, on his return home from a trek across the forests near the beach.

“You guys… wanna join the hug?” Ginse raised her glance to look at the two, although Chi Chi responded with a cold glare, Launch rolling her eyes, and once more turning her gaze to the documents laid out before her, as the young girl sighed to herself.

“No, thanks.” With that, she turned around, her steps heavy from the weighted clothes she was still wearing, as she made her way outside.

As she was trying to relieve her stress, Ginse walked out of the house with a wide smile on her face, as she and the others gathered around the campfire, the contrast of the orange flames and the cold moonlight caressing their skins and glistening in their eyes.

“You know what? Here’s what I’ll be doing.” She spoke up, taking in a deep, deep breath, before explaining her plans for the future.

Both for the sake of it, because it was actually a good idea, and likewise to try and make up for her mistakes, Ginse had decided to share her discoveries and resources with the entire world, let the notes, the blueprints and schematics of everything she’d build out to the public, so that everyone would have free access to their information and benefit from all of it.

Upon hearing Ginse’s words, her new friends and acquaintences were rather shocked, what with how capsule corp had more or less come to have a monopoly on technology and distribution, what with there no longer being any major world spanning organization, except the Briefs’ own; and although they never abused their resources and tech, they still had a rather mixed public image. Some claiming that they usurped the previous system, to put into place their own and thus making them no different from the previous one, while others claimed, more accurately, that they’d destroyed it to in their endeavor to actually help others for the sake of it.

Ginse didn’t care though, nor did her family. They did what they did, because they felt and recognized that it was right, no matter what anyone said or did.

Over the next few months, Roshi continued preparing his students, mostly Goku and Chi Chi, for the upcoming Tenkaichi Budokai, as a means to teach the kids some important lessons and likewise as a means to try and help Chi Chi and Launch relieve some of their stress and worries.

Meanwhile, Ginse had decided that, while Roshi’s teachings were definitely interesting, it wasn’t exactly anything she didn’t already know what to do, although in different ways. Thus, she decided to seek out his sister, Baba, who was a rather apt witch or mage from what she’d heard.

Usually, the old woman wasn’t one for teaching students, and would often try to get herself to seem particularly greedy and uptight, to both test the would-be students if they’d manage to see past appearances, and likewise as a means of more easily turning them away, if they did not.

Bulma, however, had no such issues and saw right through the act, the two finding that they could talk about whatever topics for hours and hours and hours, developing something of a relationship that was akin to one between a feisty granddaughter and her quirky grandma.

Thus, began her tutelage in the ancient and magical arts, although a pair of eyes seemed like they were watching the young saiyan girl… and had been for a while, with a green skinned, demon looking old man grinning as he gazed onto his crystal ball.

“So, you’re the one who shattered the gate of my prison, all those years ago. I thank you for the favour, child. And who knows…” He leaned onto his chair, grinning as he put one leg over the other and then leaned his head upon his fist, as he studied the girl. “Perhaps we might even further help each other out. Such a… mutually beneficial endeavor, we could put together and such. Hahaha!”

And that’s where we’ll be leaving the story for right now.

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