The air was thick with tension, crackling like static before a storm as the three warriors stood beneath the endless sky. Rykon's mind buzzed, hunger gnawing at his belly despite the electric adrenaline coursing through his veins. I haven't eaten in over a day... but who has time for food now? His stomach growled in protest, but the fight demanded every ounce of focus.
Suddenly, the young man lunged—a swift, powerful kick cutting through the air. Rykon dodged with fluid grace, his movements sharp and instinctive. The world seemed to slow as he launched an uppercut, sending the attacker soaring higher into the clouds.
His speed... it's impressive, the youth grunted, recovering quickly.
Rykon smirked beneath his golden hair, launching a barrage of ki blasts. The young man's sword shimmered, slicing through each energy bolt with effortless precision. Without hesitation, Rykon pressed two fingers to his forehead—instant transmission. In the blink of an eye, he was behind the young man, fist crashing into ribs, followed by a brutal kick to the neck that sent him hurtling backward.
Breathing hard, the youth smiled with respect. "You truly embody the spirit of a Super Saiyan, Rykon. But now... it's time I get serious."
Rykon's grin widened, beckoning with a sharp flick of his wrist. "Come at me."
With a roar, the young man charged, fists blazing. Rykon caught the punch with calm precision. "Not bad," he teased, tightening his grip. "But check this out!" Swinging the youth around with fierce momentum, he slammed him into the earth, carving a crater that trembled beneath their feet.
As dust settled, the three landed softly, the intense golden aura fading as they powered down. The youth's eyes sparkled with admiration. "That was incredible, Rykon. With you and Goku working together, we might finally stand a chance against the androids."
Goku, still catching his breath, laughed. "That was wild, Rykon! You've gotten even stronger."
The youth nodded thoughtfully. "I can tell you're even stronger, Rykon—especially in raw strength. No offense, Goku."
Goku grinned sheepishly. "Heh, it's okay. Seeing him like this pushes me to get even stronger."
Rykon's gaze sharpened. "Wait—what's this about androids?"
Goku looked puzzled, and the youth took a deep breath.
"I should explain why I came here—and why I needed to talk to you two," the young man said, voice steady yet urgent.
Finally, the moment of truth. Rykon and Goku exchanged glances, anticipation and curiosity mingling in their eyes.
The youth's voice dropped. "I come from twenty years in the future. Using a time machine."
Time seemed to freeze. Goku's mouth parted in disbelief. "The future...?"
Rykon's heart pounded fiercely. Twenty years from now?
"My name is Trunks," the youth introduced calmly. "I'm Vegeta's son."
Shock rippled through them like a tidal wave. Goku and Rykon blinked in stunned silence. Vegeta's son?
Trunks held up a finger to quiet them. "Please, try not to be too loud."
Goku squinted, searching Trunks' face. "Actually... you do kinda look like him."
Rykon smirked, unable to resist. "No offense, but who'd want to be with Vegeta?"
Trunks only smiled faintly. Then, with a glance toward the horizon, he added, "My mother is right over there too."
Rykon's eyes widened. "Holy butter on toast... that's Bulma!"
Before Goku could react, he quickly covered Rykon's mouth. "Close call."
Trunks continued, "I'll be born two and a half years from now."
Goku shook his head, laughter mixing with disbelief. "I always thought she'd stick with Yamcha. This... this is something else."
Rykon leaned in, impatience bubbling. "So, why are you really here? Just to tell us that?"
Trunks' expression grew serious. "No, it's much more important. Listen carefully."
His voice lowered as he recounted the grim future ahead: "Three years from now, on May 12th at 10 AM, two incredibly powerful beings will appear on an island southwest of South City."
Goku's eyes narrowed. "Who are they? Aliens?"
Trunks shook his head. "No. They're androids. Created here on Earth by a mad scientist from the Red Ribbon Army named Dr. Gero."
A cold shiver ran down Goku's spine. Memories of a distant battle flickered through his mind.
"The Red Ribbon Army? That bunch? I thought they were long gone after I took down their leader."
Trunks nodded grimly. "Dr. Gero survived and continued his experiments. His androids were designed to be killing machines, but they turned on him. Now, they destroy everything in their path. I've been fighting them alone... barely surviving."
Rykon's eyes gleamed with excitement. This is what I live for.
"You find this exciting?" "Trunks?" she asked incredulously.
Goku's face grew serious. "What happened to everyone else?"
"Dead," Trunks said quietly. "My father, Krillin, and Piccolo—they all fell in battle. Only Gohan survived, teaching me to fight years ago. Without Piccolo, the Dragon Balls can't be used. No one can be revived. The androids have turned the world into a nightmare."
Rykon's voice trembled with disbelief. "Are they really that strong?"
Trunks nodded solemnly. "Stronger than anything you've ever faced."
Goku's heart sank. "Wait, what about me? Am I dead too?"
Trunks shook his head. "No, but you won't make it to the fight. A heart virus will claim you long before."
Rykon clenched his fists. "No way."
Goku let out a bitter laugh. "I wanted to fight them... but it looks like fate has other plans."
Trunks watched him carefully. "Aren't you scared?"
Goku's eyes sparkled with resolve. "Yeah, but that just means I want to get stronger. To protect everyone."
Rykon turned to Trunks. "What about me? Do I die too?"
Trunks hesitated, then said, "That's the strange part. You don't exist in my timeline."
Shock crashed over them like a tidal wave.
"You don't exist? What does that mean?"
Trunks explained quietly, "You were never sent to Earth before Planet Vegeta's destruction. Maybe you never existed at all. But now, because I came here, time might have changed. You're alive, stronger than ever. Maybe you're the key to saving us all."
Rykon's heart swelled with newfound purpose. If I exist because of him, then I will change everything.
"I'll stop those androids. For you, for the future," he vowed.
Trunks smiled faintly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small capsule. "When symptoms appear, take this. It's medicine from my time—it will keep you alive."
Goku accepted it with gratitude. "Thank you."
"History shouldn't be changed... but I must do everything I can to prevent what's coming."
With that, Trunks prepared to leave.
Goku's voice called out, "Will we see you again?"
Trunks nodded. "If I survive, I'll come back in three years to help."
As Trunks vanished through the portal, a heavy silence settled.
Goku and Rykon exchanged determined looks. Three years to prepare.
"We've got work to do," Goku said.
Rykon nodded. "Let's get to it."
Back at the group, Krillin eyed the empty space where Trunks had stood. "Where'd he go?"
Goku glanced nervously at Rykon. "Uh, he... went home."
Rykon whispered sharply, annoyed. "Seriously, Kakarot? That sounded awful. Don't blow his cover."
Goku grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry! Just wanted to say something."
Krillin frowned. "So... who was he?"
Rykon sighed. "He's... complicated."
Piccolo's sharp eyes caught the tension. "There's something bigger coming. We need to prepare."
Vegeta approached, irritation flashing across his face. "So... how did you two survive Namek?"
Laughter broke out as Rykon recounted the escape pod and the strange new planet.
Vegeta scoffed but listened as they spoke of the Yardrats and the strange powers they gained.
The group exchanged nods, a grim understanding passing between them.
When introductions came around, Rykon spoke with quiet pride. "I'm Goku's brother. I'm 32."
Names were exchanged, and alliances were forged.
Piccolo's voice cut through the chatter. "The androids arrive May 12th. We meet an hour earlier. Be ready. No one gets babysat."
Vegeta smirked, eyes sharp. "Kakarot, Rykon—remember this. The number one Saiyan will always be me."
Rykon laughed, unbothered. "Number three's not bad. You're still on the podium."
Vegeta flew off, grumbling.
As the group dispersed, Gohan stayed behind, smiling.
Rykon hesitated. "Kakarot... I don't actually have anywhere to stay."
Goku clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You're welcome at my place."
Gohan nodded enthusiastically. "Mom won't mind!"
Their steps led them home, a warm glow from the windows calling them in.
Inside, Chi-Chi's surprised gasp filled the room.
"You've been gone so long! And who's this?"
Goku smiled, introducing his brother. Rykon exchanged greetings, awkward but sincere.
Chi-Chi shook her head, a mix of shock and delight. "Another person for Gohan to look up to."
At the dinner table, the aroma of home-cooked food filled the air.
Rykon's eyes widened, hands trembling slightly. This is more than just food—it's a reminder of what I've missed.
Chi-Chi beamed. "Eat up! No hungry guests allowed here."
Rykon dove in, savoring each bite as if tasting joy itself.
Gohan and Chi-Chi exchanged amused looks. "He eats just like his brother."
The bonds of family—and battle—grew stronger with every passing moment.
End of Part 2.
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