(Buu Saga)
Seven years had passed since the world-changing battle with Cell. Peace had settled over the Earth, like a warm summer breeze gently brushing the leaves—fleeting, fragile, but cherished all the same.
Gohan, now seventeen, stood at the doorway of his family home, adjusting his newly fashioned outfit—the iconic green tunic of the Great Saiyaman. His cape fluttered as he waved back at his family.
"Bye, Mom! Bye, Goten! I'm off to Bulma's!" His voice rang with enthusiasm, but beneath it was a mix of nerves and excitement.
Chi-Chi crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Gohan, are you really going to wear that ridiculous get-up every time you leave the house?"
"Yeah! I have to make sure no one knows my identity!" he grinned, giving a thumbs-up.
Goten, his younger brother, beamed. "Bye, Gohan! You're so cool!"
Chi-Chi sighed but smiled anyway. "Don't forget—Rykon and Blayze are coming over today."
Goten's face lit up. "Really?! Yay! Blayze is coming! I hope we can still go to Trunks' house for that sleepover!"
Gohan paused for a second, scratching his head. Oh yeah… Uncle Rykon and Blayze. It's been a while since I've caught up with them. Guess today's busier than I thought.
"Alright! I'm off!" With that, he shot into the sky, leaving a trail of energy behind.
Capsule Corporation
Moments later, Gohan touched down in front of Capsule Corp and rang the doorbell. The door slid open to reveal a familiar face.
"Hey, Gohan!" Trunks greeted him, stepping aside. "Here to see Mom?"
"Yep! Is she around?"
"Sure is! Come on in."
Gohan followed Trunks through the futuristic hallways, eventually reaching the lab where Bulma tinkered with a complicated-looking device. The whirring sounds of machines filled the room, but Bulma turned as Gohan entered.
"Wow! You're going to enter the next World Tournament? Why?"
Gohan shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "Well… one of my classmates is Mr. Satan's daughter."
Bulma's eyebrows shot up. "Mr. Satan? That blowhard?" She laughed, the memory of his antics during the Cell Games still fresh. "Wait, he has a daughter? And you're classmates?!"
"Yeah. She's actually pretty tough. Helped me fight off some thugs in the city. But, uh… she found out I'm the Great Saiyaman. I guess my voice gave it away." He sighed. I was so careful too…
Bulma chuckled, hands on her hips. "Like father, like son! So what do you need? A voice modulator?"
"No, I can't wear anything like that in the tournament. The rules are strict. I need something else to hide my identity."
Bulma smirked, her mind already racing with ideas. "Piece of cake."
A Few Hours Later
Gohan twirled in front of the mirror, adjusting his new outfit. It was simple but effective—just enough to mask his identity.
"Whoa! This is great! Thanks, Bulma! What do you think, Trunks? Pretty spiffy, right?"
Trunks shrugged. "No comment."
Bulma sighed dramatically. "Even if you hold back, you're still going to destroy everyone. Sounds kind of boring."
A sudden, familiar voice echoed from behind.
"Oh, we'll see about that."
Gohan spun around, eyes wide. Vegeta stepped into the room, arms crossed and his signature smirk curling his lips.
"If you're entering the tournament, then so am I."
"What?!" Gohan's heart skipped a beat. Vegeta wants to fight too?
"There was a considerable gap between us back then," Vegeta continued. "But I wonder how it is now… No matter how much Rykon pushed you to train, you just wouldn't. Meanwhile, I've been training nonstop."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, instead of training, maybe you should've gotten a job! Saiyans…
You're all the same."
"Whoa!" Trunks grinned. "You and my dad are going to fight? Awesome!"
Vegeta smirked wider. "I'll invite Rykon too. He wouldn't dare miss something like this."
"Blayze's dad is going to fight too?! That makes it, like, three times more awesome!" Then, from thin air, a voice Gohan hadn't heard in years echoed in his mind.
(Count me in too!)
Gohan's eyes widened, his chest tightening. That voice…!
"D-Dad?!" His throat trembled with emotion. "Dad, is that really you?!"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Kakarot?"
Yep! Long time no see… or, well, here!
"Dad! How have you been?"
(Eh, can't complain. I'd say I'm doing alright for a dead guy.)
Gohan laughed softly, tears threatening his eyes. Even now, he's still the same.
"But… can you really enter the World Tournament?"
Yup! I get to come back for an entire day! If you're all entering, then so am I!
Vegeta's grin turned sharper. "Good. I look forward to testing myself."
(Same here, Vegeta! Alright, guys, see you at the tournament!
Bulma clapped her hands together. "This is great news, Gohan! Go tell your mom, Goten, Rykon, and the others!"
Gohan nodded. "Right! Oh, Vegeta—you'll need to wear a costume like this to hide your identity."
Vegeta scoffed. "HELL NO. I have no need to hide who I am."
Gohan chuckled nervously. Is it really that bad? Maybe Rykon will like it. His favorite color is (black and red)…
"I'll ask Bulma to make one for Rykon, then."
Rykon's Home
Later that day, Gohan flew to Rykon's house, a luxurious building not far from his own. His heart thumped. Jeez, this place is huge…
He rang the doorbell. The door slid open, and Gohan blinked in surprise.
"18?!"
Android 18 stared at him flatly. "Why are you so surprised? I live here."
"R-Right. Is my Uncle home?"
"Yeah. He's in the training room with Blayze."
"You guys have a training room?"
"Yeah. Bulma set it up. But I think they're just… talking right now."
Gohan followed her through the house. Along the way, he glanced into a small room filled with toys and a gaming console. So this is Blayze's world, huh?
They stopped at a high-tech door. 18 input a password, and it slid open.
Inside, Rykon sat cross-legged, a small child next to him—eyes wide, tail flicking idly, twiddling his thumbs.
"Hey, babe. What's up?" Rykon glanced up lazily.
"You've got a visitor."
The boy's ears perked up, his gaze flickering with curiosity.
As 18 stepped aside, Gohan waved. "Hey guys!"
Blayze gasped, eyes sparkling. "G-GOHAN?!"
Character Introduction:
Name: Blayze
Height: 4'1"
Parents: Rykon & Android 18
Age: 6
Power Level: 25,800,000
Extra: Blayze has a Saiyan tail.
Rykon stood, his signature smirk appearing. "Gohan! Been too long. How have you been?"
"I'm good, Uncle Rykon. How about you?"
"Can't complain. I and Blayze were just talking about his annoying schoolteacher."
Blayze zipped across the room in a flash, nearly tackling Gohan with a hug. His small tail curled excitedly.
"Hey, Gohan! Man, you're fast!" Gohan laughed, steadying the little Saiyan.
Blayze blinked, scrunching his nose. "Ew! What are you wearing?!"
"Huh? What do you mean, "ew"? This is awesome!" Gohan teased, ruffling Blayze's hair.
Blayze crossed his arms. "It looks lame."
Rykon chuckled nervously. "I-It's not that bad! Actually… it's great! They just don't get it."
Finally, someone who understood.
"Well, good thing you like it, Uncle Rykon! I was going to ask Bulma to make one for you too—in Black and Red! Pretty cool, right?"
Rykon's eyes twitched. "OH HELL NO! I'm not wearing that—"
Before he could finish, Android 18 casually fired a small Ki blast at his chest.
"OW! What the hell?!"
Another blast. Then another.
Blayze giggled, eyes sparkling with amusement. "See? Free entertainment every day!"
Gohan sweatdropped. Y-Yeah… I can tell.
Once the chaos settled, Gohan shared the news about the World Tournament—and Goku's return.
Rykon's eyes widened in shock.
"Kakarot… He's coming back? No way."
Blayze tilted his head. "Kakarot? That's a weird name."
Rykon smirked. "It's what we called him on Planet Vegeta. But call him Uncle Goku."
Blayze nodded. "I like that name better."
At the mention of the prize money, Android 18's eyes gleamed.
"Screw the vacation, Rykon! We're entering the tournament. Both of us."
Rykon sighed dramatically but smirked. "Well… guess I'll unpack later."
Blayze's tail flicked eagerly. "No fair! I want to fight too!"
"You're ready," Rykon said, placing a hand on his son's head. "I've trained you well."
Android 18 shrugged.
"Sure, why not? More chances for prize money."
Blayze's eyes sparkled. "YES!"
Later at Chi-Chi's House
When Gohan told Chi-Chi, her reaction was… intense.
"WHAAAAAT?! Goku's coming back for the tournament?! This is great! Goten, you'll finally meet your dad!"
Her eyes suddenly widened. "Wait… I've gotten older! But he hasn't aged at all! Ugh!"
Gohan chuckled. "So, can I enter?"
"Ten million Zeni?! Of course you can! You and Goku better win—that's 15 million right there!"
Rykon leaned back, smirking. "Mhm…"
Training Outside
"Alright, let's start with a light sparring match!" Gohan said, transforming into a Super Saiyan with a crackle of gold lightning.
Blayze and Goten looked at each other, grinning.
"We're gonna go Super Saiyan too!" they said in sync.
Golden light exploded around them.
Gohan's jaw dropped. Wait… what?! At this age?!
"We practiced this!" Goten whispered.
"Yeah, but with Trunks," Blayze whispered back.
"Well… let's try it anyway!"
"Alright!"
The two charged forward, moving in perfect sync. Gohan's eyes narrowed as he blocked, parried, and dodged.
These kids… They're naturals!
A sudden kick from Goten left Gohan open—Blayze followed up with a strike that sent Gohan crashing into a cliffside.
Goten pumped his fist. "We got him!"
Gohan burst from the rubble, laughing. "Alright, alright—you got me."
Blayze's eyes gleamed. "We're awesome!"
"Yeah, but…" Gohan grinned. "Let's get serious next time."
And so, the day went on—training, laughter, and the promise of battles yet to come.
But in the back of Gohan's mind, excitement brewed.
The World Tournament is coming. And this time… it's going to be unforgettable.
[End of Chapter]