Past Time — When Z Fighters were Dead.
There was a time, long ago, when the Earth had been reduced to ruin and its defenders, the Z Fighters, were no more. The Androids had claimed victory, and hope for the world seemed lost. But death was never the end for true warriors.
On King Kai's small, serene planet, under its endless blue sky, the Z Fighters continued their battle in another form — through training. Their bodies may have perished, but their spirits burned hotter than ever. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, and even Piccolo pushed themselves relentlessly, knowing that as long as they grew stronger, one day they might tip the balance of fate.
Among them, two stood apart like blazing suns: Goku and Vegeta.
Their rivalry had not diminished in death — if anything, it had intensified. Day after day, they clashed on the grassy fields, each blow shaking King Kai's tiny world. Every punch carried pride, every kick demanded acknowledgment. Even in this afterlife, they were not content to stagnate.
Their training reached such ferocity that King Kai himself, usually cheerful and lighthearted, could only watch in shock. The small planet trembled whenever Goku and Vegeta unleashed their full power. "You two are going to break my world in half!" he shouted more than once, but they never listened. They were Saiyans. To them, the fight was everything.
It was here, through endless combat, meditation, and sheer willpower, that Goku and Vegeta transcended their limits. Alongside them, Gohan, who had perished protecting Earth, also reached new heights. Their golden auras grew denser, fiercer, until they broke through the wall that once seemed impenetrable.
They ascended to Super Saiyan 3.
Long golden hair flowed like a storm, their brows vanished, and the very air screamed beneath the weight of their power. Even among warriors, this was a transformation of gods. Their voices deepened, echoing with a primal fury as they tested this new form against one another in tournaments held across the Other World.
For the first time, the afterlife trembled not with the presence of death, but with the glory of Saiyan pride.
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Present Day — Where Now Z Fighters Is Alive.
But this was the past.
On Earth, under clear skies and amidst the revival of civilization, the warriors had the rare chance to train together again. Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan did not waste a moment. Every day they pushed themselves to the brink of exhaustion, eager to reclaim the same heights they once achieved beyond death.
Their roars echoed across mountains and valleys as they powered up, the earth trembling under their gravity-defying energy. Together, father, son, and rival stood side by side. And when the time came, when their spirits aligned and their Saiyan blood screamed for release, they ascended once again.
Golden light engulfed the land, the ground cracked, and the wind howled like a raging beast. Before the stunned eyes of their companions, Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan transformed into Super Saiyan 3.
Their hair extended in radiant golden streams down their backs, their brows faded, and their raw energy distorted the very air around them.
Trunks, who had been training nearby, froze in awe.
His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. He had seen the legendary Super Saiyan 2, the pinnacle he thought existed beyond his reach. But this… this was something else entirely.
"So… there's a form even beyond Super Saiyan 2?"
His voice trembled, caught between disbelief and wonder.
The sheer force of their transformation nearly knocked him back, but instead, it lit a fire in his heart. If his father, his mentor, and even Gohan could reach such power, then he too would not be left behind.
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From that day on, Trunks joined their training with renewed ferocity. He sparred against his father Vegeta, fought alongside Gohan, and pushed himself against Goku's overwhelming strength. He poured his soul into every strike, every scream, every ounce of energy he could muster.
The Saiyan spirit inside him, once clouded by doubt and the weight of the ruined future he came from, began to blaze with clarity.
Within months, he shattered the barrier of Super Saiyan 2. Lightning crackled around his golden aura, his power doubling, his confidence soaring. The others acknowledged him not as a child anymore, but as a warrior standing among them.
But Trunks wasn't done. His ambition knew no bounds. Through relentless training, grueling battles, and the will to protect those he loved, he climbed even higher.
By the end of the year, to the astonishment of all, Trunks too achieved Super Saiyan 3.
His long golden hair shone like a blazing comet, his aura shook the heavens, and his heart swelled with pride. He had done it. The boy who once trembled in fear of the Androids now stood as a warrior who could challenge even the strongest foes.
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It was during this golden period of peace and training that Trunks introduced a new figure to the Saiyan warriors — Rudra.
Rudra was unlike anyone they had met before. His presence was calm yet heavy, his aura not entirely Saiyan yet equally fierce. He carried a sword with him, its blade shimmering with energy, and his eyes spoke of battles fought beyond the stars.
Goku, ever the cheerful one, greeted him with a wide grin.
"Wow! You've got a strong aura. I can tell already — you're gonna be fun to spar with!"
Vegeta, arms crossed, only gave a smirk.
"Hmph. Another wannabe warrior? He'd better prove himself if he thinks he can stand among us."
Rudra simply bowed his head slightly.
"I don't need to prove anything. My blade will speak ."
That was enough to ignite Vegeta's pride. Their first spar shook the training grounds, and though Rudra's style was strange — a mix of energy and blade combat — he held his ground even against the Prince of Saiyans.
Slowly, he earned their respect. And more than that, he became a part of their strange, ever-growing family of warriors.
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Meanwhile, Bulma watched all of this unfold with both relief and a bittersweet ache. Twenty years of destruction at the hands of the Androids had left humanity scarred and civilization delayed. Progress had been stolen, lives shattered, and time itself felt robbed.
But Bulma was not one to despair. She still had the Dragon Balls.
One day, after long consideration, she summoned Shenron. The skies darkened, the great dragon coiled above Capsule Corp, and his deep voice thundered.
"State your wish."
Bulma's heart was firm.
"Restore my youth. Make me as I once was 21 Years ago."
The dragon's eyes glowed, and in a flash of divine light, the years melted away. Wrinkles faded, strength returned, and Bulma stood once again in the prime of her life.
It was not vanity that drove her — it was necessity. She knew the world needed time to adapt, to catch up after decades of loss. With her youth restored, she could lead humanity forward, using science, technology, and Capsule Corp's resources to rebuild what had been taken.
And so, with Bulma's brilliance renewed, the world began to move again. Slowly but surely, the gears of progress turned once more.
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But peace was never eternal in the life of a Saiyan.
The day came when Rudra and Trunks prepared to depart on their own journey. Their time in this era had been precious, but destiny was calling them elsewhere.
The Z Fighters gathered to see them off. The winds carried the scent of the Earth they had fought so hard to protect, and the sky was painted in soft hues of morning light.
Goku clapped Rudra on the shoulder with his usual grin.
"You better come back stronger, alright? Next time, I wanna fight you at your best!"
Gohan gave Trunks a firm nod, pride shining in his eyes.
"You've come so far, Trunks. No matter what happens, remember — you're never alone."
Bulma tried to hide the tears welling in her eyes as she embraced her son.
"Take care of yourself. Don't do anything reckless… well, at least nothing too reckless."
And then, Vegeta stepped forward. His arms were crossed, his expression as sharp as ever, but his voice carried weight that none could ignore.
"Trunks. You carry the pride of warriors. If you face my past self, if you face those who call themselves Saiyans but know nothing of true strength… show them. Show them what pride really means."
His words were not merely farewell — they were a command, a legacy, a challenge.
Trunks nodded firmly, his golden hair catching the light. Rudra's hand rested on his sword as he gave a silent vow.
Together, they turned toward the horizon. Their journey was far from over.
Both of them are going back 18 years in the past.
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