The lingering aroma of Chi-Chi's cooking filled the air—a perfect symphony of rice, dumplings, tender chicken, fresh broccoli, and her special homemade sauce. Each bite was like a tender embrace, a comfort long missed. Rykon's lips curled into a blissful smile, eyes half-closed as he savored every morsel.
This… this is incredible. How could food taste this good? His mind drifted, lost in the warmth of the moment.
Suddenly, a deep voice broke through his reverie.
"What… is this… MASTERPIECE!?" Rykon exclaimed, eyes wide, barely able to contain his excitement.
Goku chuckled softly, leaning back with a grin. "Yeah, Chi-Chi's cooking hits harder than a Kamehameha."
Chi-Chi's face glowed with pride, her hands clapping together. "I'm so glad you like it!"
Goku winked, teasing, "We can't fight if we're not at our best, so feed that Tum-Tum!"
Rykon laughed, diving back into his plate eagerly, the joy in his chest swelling.
Nearby, Chi-Chi and Gohan exchanged amused glances. He eats just like Goku, they thought almost in unison.
The clatter of plates settled, and the conversation shifted as Goku began explaining the situation to Chi-Chi.
Rykon wiped his mouth, grinning. "Mmm, Chi-Chi, you really need to make me more of this someday."
But then Chi-Chi's expression darkened, eyes sharp and fierce. "Wait—what? You have to train with Gohan because you're going to fight some robots in three years?"
Goku's confident smile faltered. "Y-Yeah. That's right."
Chi-Chi's voice rose, cracking with frustration. "No! That's not okay! Are you insane? Do you think you can just waltz in here and disrupt Gohan's studies?!"
Goku tried to reason, his voice softening, "It's not like that… I'm not trying to mess with his education. It's just—Earth might be in real trouble three years from now."
Her resolve hardened. "No. I don't care what you say. Gohan isn't training with you."
The tension crackled like electricity. Rykon's brow furrowed, caught between surprise and confusion.
What on earth is going on here?
Gohan plopped down beside him with a resigned sigh. "It's okay… well, sort of. This kind of argument happens all the time. You get used to it… eventually. Honestly, it's kind of entertaining."
Rykon shook his head, a chuckle escaping. I don't think I could ever get used to this.
Goku's voice sharpened in desperation. "Wait—are you saying Gohan's studies are more important than saving the Earth?!"
Chi-Chi's eyes blazed. "Of course they are! Nothing is more important than that!"
Goku's disbelief echoed in the air. "You don't really believe that, do you? Come on, let Gohan train with us!"
"No!" Chi-Chi snapped.
Rykon finally spoke up, voice calm but firm. "What's the point of studying if the Earth gets destroyed? There won't be anything left to learn. Let the boy train, and stop being so harsh."
Chi-Chi's shoulders stiffened, but after a moment, she relented. "Fine. But this is the last time you get to train with him. You hear me, Goku? After three years, all that fighting's done. No more."
Goku's relief was palpable. "Thanks, Chi-Chi."
Outside the house, the sun bathed the world in a golden glow. Piccolo waited silently, his stoic presence grounding the moment.
"Finally ready?" he asked, voice low but steady.
Goku cracked his knuckles. "Yep. Time to train."
Gohan's excitement bubbled over. "So… how do we train?"
Rykon's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe a quick sparring match?"
Piccolo smirked slightly. "Sounds good."
Goku laughed, "Sounds fun, actually!"
Gohan bounced on his toes, "Ooh, tag teams! Mr. Piccolo, let's team up!"
Piccolo's grin turned into a slight scowl. "If you two team up, that leaves Goku and Rykon together. Fighting two Super Saiyans? Not sure how I feel about that."
Gohan's grin faltered. "Oh yeah…"
Rykon's gaze locked with Gohan's. "Well then, you and me, Gohan. Against Piccolo and Kakarot."
Goku nodded, a fiery spark igniting in his eyes. "Alright, Piccolo, me and you."
With that, they soared into the sky. Wind rushed past them as they assumed fighting stances, bodies coiled like springs ready to snap.
"HAAAAH!!" Their battle cries echoed across the valley as they collided with the force of thunder.
Goku launched a swift kick, but Rykon caught his leg, slamming him hard into the earth. The ground cracked beneath the impact, and Rykon's fists rained down relentlessly.
Piccolo barked, "Show me what you've learned, Gohan!"
Without hesitation, Gohan's hands flared with energy, shouting, "MASENKO!"
Piccolo countered instantly with a piercing beam. "Makankōsappō!"
Gohan blinked in surprise. "What attack was that?"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "Special Beam Cannon—just a different name."
Gohan's mouth opened to question, but Piccolo interrupted sharply, "DODGE!"
A powerful punch crashed into Gohan's face, snapping his head back.
Rykon pressed his advantage, relentless and fierce. "Is that all you've got?"
Goku's body ignited with golden flames, his power surging. "Not even close! HAAAA!!"
In an instant, he broke free from Rykon's grasp, radiating Super Saiyan energy.
"Let's see how you like this!"
Before Rykon could react, Goku's fist connected, sending him hurtling backwards. Both Piccolo and Gohan watched, breath caught in their throats.
Rykon's eyes blazed. So it's like that? Fine. A golden aura erupted around him as he ascended into Super Saiyan form.
The battlefield crackled with raw power as the two warriors clashed, their blows shaking the very air.
Goku grimaced, holding back. "I was saving this for the Android fight…"
But the battle demanded more.
His aura flared wildly. "Super Kaio-Ken! I stacked Kaio-Ken on Super Saiyan!"
Rykon's eyes widened. That's it… I see now.
Memories of Yardrat flooded back—the secret training sessions under the stars, the countless hours sneaking out, pushing past every limit.
"You were going to surprise me…" Rykon thought bitterly.
Goku's grin was strained as cramps seized his body. "Heh… Maybe a little."
Gohan's concern was immediate. "Dad, your body…"
Piccolo nodded gravely. "You should power down."
Goku collapsed, breath ragged.
Rykon hovered close, worry twisting his expression. "You okay, Kakarot?"
Goku forced a weak smile. "Yeah… first time… blew it."
Rykon shook his head. "Maybe master it before showing off."
Goku chuckled, exhaustion clear. "Done for now."
Piccolo nodded. "Training's over."
Rykon yawned. "I'm out. Haven't slept in a day."
Goku agreed, equally drained.
Gohan sighed, "I wonder what Vegeta's up to…"
Rykon smirked. "Don't worry about him."
At Capsule Corporation, Vegeta's mind burned with determination.
They had a training room—gravity controlled like no other. He had to access it.
His voice was cold, sharp as steel. "I'll become a Super Saiyan. Not just any Super Saiyan—the ultimate. Stronger than Kakarot."
Dr. Briefs led him to the chamber. "It's ready."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Kakarot and Rykon trained at 100x gravity. I'll do 300x."
The doctor hesitated. "You sure? That's over eighteen tons of pressure…"
Vegeta smirked. "I'm no weakling."
Hours later, Bulma watched from afar, a mix of worry and exasperation in her eyes.
That stubborn Saiyan… training himself to death.
Vegeta emerged, battered and bruised, yet defiant.
"Leave me be," he growled.
Bulma rolled her eyes but didn't press further.
Three years passed.
The sun crept over the horizon on May 12th, the fated day.
Rykon stirred beneath thick blankets in Chi-Chi's guest room, the peaceful morning shattered as Goku shook him awake.
"It's time, Rykon. Today's the day."
"Five more minutes…" Rykon mumbled.
Before he could finish, Piccolo scooped him up and flung him against the wall.
"Jeez, could you be any rougher?" Rykon groaned.
Piccolo's expression remained unreadable. "No time to complain. Gohan's waiting."
Armored and ready, they gathered outside. Chi-Chi's worried gaze met theirs.
"Be careful! Want some lunch?"
Gohan shook his head. "We're fine."
Rykon's stomach growled. Breakfast would've been nice.
Piccolo's voice cut through. "Should've woken up earlier."
Fair enough, Rykon thought with a sigh.
They took to the skies, but suddenly Goku clutched his chest, pain flashing in his eyes.
Rykon darted back. "Kakarot, what's wrong?"
Goku waved him off. "It's nothing."
But the tension was clear. "You took the medicine Trunks gave you… right?"
Goku's sheepish smile faltered. "Well… a little bit…"
Rykon's eyes narrowed. A little bit? "Taste doesn't matter. You either take it, or you don't survive."
With a huff, Goku surged forward. "We have to go! The Androids could be here already."
Damn it, Rykon thought, racing back for the medicine, determined not to lose another brother.
The group touched down on a cliff overlooking South City. Familiar faces gathered—Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, and Bulma cradling a baby.
"Hey!" Krillin waved.
"Late again," Yamcha grumbled.
Bulma smiled. "Just here to watch the fight. I'll leave soon."
Questions hung in the air about the baby's father, and quiet sadness shadowed Yamcha's features.
Rykon noticed, curiosity stirring. Why the sorrow?
Goku teased, guessing Vegeta as the father, and laughter rippled through the group.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the city.
"Androids!" Tien shouted.
"Already?!" Rykon's pulse quickened.
Goku's brow furrowed. "I can't sense their power."
Gohan's voice was sharp. "They're Androids. We can't sense their energy."
Yamcha scoffed. "You're kidding."
Rykon frowned. That doesn't add up.
Piccolo's voice cut through the doubt. "No energy signature? Then we hunt."
Minutes later, Rykon spotted a massive energy drop—Yamcha, held by a cold figure.
The old man's hand plunged into Yamcha's chest, but he wasn't done yet.
Goku's voice was urgent. "Krillin! Senzu beans—now!"
Krillin flew away, clutching the wounded friend.
Two Androids stepped forward, their cold gazes unblinking.
Piccolo's voice was steady. "So you're the Androids."
Rykon's eyes narrowed. Honestly, I'm unimpressed.
The Androids smirked, taunting, their knowledge unsettling.
The tension mounted, words sharp like blades.
Rykon's anger flared. You didn't even bother to research me?
The battle was set.
The wasteland became their arena, dust swirling as warriors prepared.
Tien glanced at Rykon, sensing the fire burning bright within him.
Piccolo offered calm wisdom. "Not anger, but excitement. Use it."
Goku's voice rang out. "Let's settle this here!"
As they landed, the earth beneath trembled, the clash of fate about to begin.
The wrong Androids. The right warriors. The future… uncertain.
POWER STONE!!!?
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