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DING! DONG! DING! DONG!
The bell at Turtle House was ringing like a church clock on any given Sunday, but the occasion was anything but sacred. Master Roshi had called everyone for an emergency meeting, and when the Turtle Hermit thought something was urgent... well, you'd better listen.
WHOOSH! THUD! CRASH!
Ethan was the first to arrive, materializing on the island like a silver storm. Right behind him, Gina landed carrying Goku Jr., who was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms despite all the noise.
"Where is everyone?" – Ethan asked, looking around the island that seemed emptier than a cemetery at midnight.
"Coming" – Master Roshi replied, pointing to various spots on the horizon where small explosions of light indicated people approaching at high speed.
FWOOM! BOOM! CRASH!
Within minutes, the small island turned into a real refugee camp. Chi-Chi arrived with Gohan, who was now awake and running around the surroundings like a loose marble. Bulma appeared in a ship that looked like it had been designed by someone with serious ego problems – all chrome and shiny like a gold record.
"Sorry I'm late!" – she shouted, descending from the ship with Bulla in her arms. "Had to stop for fuel!"
TELEPORT! ZAP!
Piccolo simply appeared out of nowhere, as he always did. The guy had developed an impressive talent for showing up at the most dramatic moments possible.
"I sensed something important was happening" – he said, crossing his arms. "And apparently I wasn't wrong."
RUSTLE... PAT! PAT! PAT!
Fasha arrived running along the beach (because flying was for weaklings, according to her), with Bardock Jr. flying in circles around his mother like a hyperactive satellite.
"Hey, everyone!" – the boy shouted, doing a pirouette in the air. "Guess what! This morning I dreamed about a giant comet!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the boy.
"What kind of comet, champ?" – Ethan asked, that familiar feeling of "bad stuff coming" starting to form in his stomach.
"A comet that wasn't really a comet" – Bardock Jr. descended and sat in the sand. "It was more like... a metal ball flying through space. And inside it there was someone. Someone who reminded me a lot of mama."
Fasha frowned. "What are you talking about, son?"
"A warrior woman. Long hair, scar on her face, and a rage that seemed to burn like fire" – the boy closed his eyes, as if reliving the dream. "And she was looking for something. Or someone."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Suddenly, Bulma's power detector started beeping like an ambulance in traffic.
"What the hell..." – she looked at the device, frowning. "Guys, there's something approaching Earth. Something VERY powerful."
WHOOOM!
Everyone looked at the sky, where a point of light shone brighter than the other stars. It wasn't a plane. It wasn't a meteor. It was something cutting through the atmosphere with purpose.
"It's coming straight here" – Piccolo murmured.
"No" – Ethan corrected, extending his senses. "It's coming to Earth, but not specifically here. It's going to pass far away."
STREAK! WHOOOOSH!
The object – which was now clearly some kind of spaceship – streaked across the sky like a chalk mark on a black slate. The trail of fire it left behind looked like a scar on the cosmos itself.
"WOOOW!" – Goku Jr. woke up in his mother's arms and clapped. "How cool! Shooting star!"
"It's not a shooting star, son" – Gina said, her voice laden with worry that made everyone even more tense. "It's a Saiyan ship."
CRASH! BOOM! RUMBLE!
The impact came about five seconds after the sound. Even miles away, you could feel the earth shake under your feet. Birds flew in panic, fish jumped out of the water, and even Master Roshi's turtle hid inside its shell.
"Where did it crash?" – Chi-Chi asked, instinctively pulling Gohan closer.
Bulma frantically worked the detector. "Rural area... about 200 kilometers north. Looks like it was on a farm."
"An isolated farm" – Ethan completed, closing his eyes and extending his senses even further. "No life nearby. Whoever's in that ship chose the location on purpose."
SILENCE...
For a moment, the only sound on the island was the noise of waves hitting the beach. Then, Bardock Jr. stood up and pointed in the direction where the ship had crashed.
"She's already out" – the boy said, his voice strangely serious for his age. "And she's... she's angry. Very angry."
Abandoned Farm - 200km North
HISSSS... CRACK... POP!
Steam rose from the newly formed crater as if the earth itself was boiling. In the center of the circular depression, a space capsule of clearly alien design hissed and cooled, its metal plates gleaming with reentry heat.
CLICK... WHIRR... CHUNK!
The capsule's seals began to release one by one, each sound echoing through the empty farm like pistol shots. The silence around was heavy, loaded with the expectation of something that would change everything.
STEAM! HISSSS!
More steam escaped through the capsule's cracks, creating a curtain of mist that obscured the interior. For a few seconds, you could only see shadows and undefined shapes.
Then, a hand appeared.
It wasn't a delicate hand. It was the hand of someone who knew violence, who had lived through battles, who had survived hell and come back to tell the story. Scars crossed the fingers like a network of painful memories.
THUD!
The capsule door fell forward, raising more dust and finally revealing the occupant.
It was a woman, but not just any woman. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that spoke of years of brutal training. Her hair was long and black, wild like a lion's mane, with strands that seemed to have been cut by claws. A scar crossed the left side of her face, from temple to cheek, giving her the air of a wounded predator.
But it was the eyes that truly frightened. Black as the void of space, but burning with a fury that seemed capable of incinerating entire planets.
CRACK!
She took a step out of the capsule, and the ground literally cracked under her feet. Not because of weight – but because of the pure energy that emanated from her like heat from a forge.
"Earth" – she murmured, her voice rough like sandpaper on iron. "Finally."
She looked around the abandoned farm, her eyes cataloging every detail with military efficiency. Ruined house, empty fields, blue sky that offended her eyes accustomed to the eternal red of space.
"What a disgusting planet" – she growled, spitting on the ground. "Looks like a child's garden."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A device attached to her wrist started beeping. She looked at the small screen, where numbers and data scrolled at high speed.
"Multiple energy signatures" – she read aloud, a cruel smile forming at the corner of her mouth. "Interesting. Very interesting."
She pressed some buttons, and the device began showing directions and distances.
"Mint" – she said the name as if it were a dirty word. "I knew you were still alive, you traitor."
CRACK! CRACK!
She clenched her fists, and energy waves made the air around distort like heat rising from asphalt.
"Twenty-five years" – she continued, her voice gaining an almost psychotic tone. "Twenty-five years looking for you. Twenty-five years wanting to break your face with my own hands."
She took a few steps forward, each footstep leaving permanent marks on the ground.
"But first..." – she murmured, looking at the blue sky. "First I'm going to have some fun with the little friends you made."
FWOOM!
Her aura exploded around her – a golden and wild flame that made plants wither and air catch fire. It was an energy different from anything Earth had ever felt. More primitive. More violent. More... Saiyan.
"My name is Radika" – she said to no one in particular, perhaps to Earth itself. "And I came to get my dear little sister."
The smile she gave made the crows watching from afar fly away in panic.
"I hope she got strong" – Radika laughed, and it was a sound that made nature itself shiver. "Because I'm going to break every bone in her body... slowly."
WHOOOOSH!
She rose from the ground, floating a few meters high, her eyes fixed on the direction where her detector indicated the highest concentration of energy.
"Time for the family reunion."