KAKAROT'S POV:
Guru. I will revive Namek. I will not let what that tyrant did on this planet be left as a permanent marker. I said Resolute to the dying man. You, a traveler simply seeking to revive your comrades, would revive my people? Guru said awestruck, likely knowing I'm not the most pure person in the universe after reading my mind. Yes. Namekians are a kind population of people. Leaving a population of good people to die because of my own goals would feel heartless. I said. Thank you. Guru said before passing on peacefully. You're welcome sir. I said before walking away. Bulma, Gohan and I flew to Yardrat after departing from Namek. Gohan and I met with Peibara, the dude that taught Goku in the original. Gohan and I trained for 4 months learning instant transmission and spirit control. In this time I gained control over the super saiyan and was able to transform into the form at will. We gained additional strength from the training as well. Gohan was on the cusp of transforming into a super saiyan as well. During our training. He entered the false super saiyan state on instinct and after trading blows with him his hair flickered golden briefly but he fell unconscious soon after. He might become a super saiyan before vegeta did in canon. I thought, amazed at the hybrid saiyan potential when it was properly focused on training. We flew back to earth and I summoned the dragon balls to wish back everyone good killed by the Frieza force. Everyone was wished back to life and the reunion was a happy one. We all celebrated everyone's revival and the defeat of Frieza. I ventured around for a bit to find Maron. The blue haired bimbo that looked like a Bulma that shared none of her fathers intelligence and all of her mothers dumb blonde nature. Conveniently enough, on the beach. Some skinny guy was talking to her while she was son bathing and bro was a nervous wreck. I could hear him stuttering after each sentence. I used the clothes beam to get into beach attire. A ton of women began looking at my adonis figure but I had Maron in mind. Lemme just say. HOT DAMN HER SHIT WAS FAT IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES. Her tits were the biggest I've seen so far. She had J cups and her thighs were huge and watery in all the right places. She was wearing a yellow bathing suit that did a horrible job at holding those massive knockers and her fat ass probably swallowed the G string of it. Come back to me when you're a muscular model making at least 7 figures. Maron said standing up. OH MY GOD HER ASS WAS JUST AS BIG AS CHI CHI'S. I was definitely going to tap that huge pillow of an ass no TFS Krillin. I thought. Plus, all those treasures I have gotta be worth like 9 figures. And I'm muscular as shit. If all that don't work I got the ability to do my bidding. I walked up to her. Hey, how are you doing? I said walking by, wanting to test something. Oh my, aren't you a hunk. Maron said, grabbing one of my arms and feeling the muscular forearms, biceps and triceps of it. You're so muscular. You must be really strong, she said blushing. Well I did win the past 3 martial arts tournaments so I guess it checks out. I said smiling while scratching the back of my head comically. Wait. You're Kakarot? The world's strongest fighter? She asked. Uh well yeah that's me. I said. Oh my god you have literally been my crush since I was 16 and you won the first martial arts tournament. I never thought of marrying any other guy but you. You're probably pretty rich too. She said rambling. Aw thats so sweet. I replied. And, yes other than the tournament money my wives Chi Chi and Bulma are pretty rich people and I've obtained very expensive items in my own adventures. I said. Wow, you have multiple wives? How rich are you? She asked, trying to pry more information from me. I'd say about 9 figures. I said nonchalant. You're the perfect husband for me, she said, jumping on me and hugging me. I reacted quickly picking her up in bridal style. Damn, I still ain't activated. I thought. I wonder what she'll say if I activate it. Lemme do that. I activated the ability on her while I was holding her. I saw her look at me with love and lust in her eyes as soon as I activated it. How many kids do you want? She asked, blushing at me with hearts in her eyes. We'll see how many of them I feel like putting in you. I said in a husky tone carrying her away. The skinny guy had a distraught look of intense jealousy and genuine shock on his face. He doesn't know the favor I did him. This woman a succubus and a gold digger. I gave this nigga a healthy handful of character development. Not whatever she would have done to him. Author's Note: I'm Black. She would've cucked him worse than Krillin. At least Krillin had a car, and motion and was muscular and knew how to fight. This random looked like he lacked in a few of those departments. All was well for a sizable time period. At least until Garlic Junior's bitch ass decided to show his face a second time. I lowkey might let Gohan handle that bullshit so that Maron and I can get more…. Acquainted with each other.
GOHAN'S POV:
I had managed to access super saiyan like my father commanded me to. I soon figured out how to transform at will. Mom and I visited Kame house and a strange mist encompassed everyone except Krillin and I. Mom and Bulma wouldn't attack me because I have my fathers DNA and his ability must override this mind control. Any time Roshi or Yamcha tried to attack me they would automatically defend me. As long as I stayed in front of Krillin they wouldn't be able to attack. After the bullshit of fighting them off. Garlic's Goons arrived. HEY YOU! DID YOU DO THIS TO THEM? THIS WAS YOU? I asked angrily at the approaching figures. It was the work of the black mist. One of them replied. Change them back, now. I said in a low, serious tone. You fool the effects that are on them can only be reversed at Kami's Lookout, with the sacred divine water. One of them said. YOU DUMBASS! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT! I yelled, beginning to laugh. Huh? Before they could contemplate what I just said I charged at them punching one in the gut very hard before incinerating him with a Ki blast. The others tried to hold me with some telekinetic ability but I busted out with pure power knocking them all back. That must've been the big stupid one. I said indifferently. Then you other- woah there were four of you? I said, interested. The side villains' henchmen always have a dynamic of 3. If there are four then a duplicate exists. There's the pretty one and the weird, short one with the freaky powers and ohhh. I said finding what I was looking for. There's two big dumb ones. How dare you. The pretty one spoke. Man if you don't SHUT YO ZESTY ASS UP! I said closing the distance in one step elbowing him in the gut and sending him reeling into the air with a double heel kick. NO MORE ZESTY FESTERS! I yelled, quoting Dr. Umar before reducing the pretty one to atoms with a ki wave. Just a dumbass and weirdo left. I said, staring at them. HENCHMAN HELP! The big one exclaimed. Yamcha and Roshi flew up to attack me but Bulma and Chi Chi stayed where they were. HEY YOU TWO! OBEY YOUR MASTERS! The short one yelled at Chi Chi and Bulma. They don't listen to you. I said, looking at him seriously. But BUT HOW! He yelled, flabbergasted and confused. Because you aint my pops. I said with the exaggerated swagger of a black kid in my voice.