Pov.. CAPSULE CORP...
The main screen inside Capsule Corporation flickers with live satellite footage of the battlefield, the image so sharp it feels like standing on the shore itself. Clouds twist like living things, oceans churn as if stirred by unseen hands, and energy signatures pulse like miniature suns in the distance.
The air hums with the tension of the feed, the very walls vibrating with the residual power of the Saiyans gathered below.
Bulma stands with her arms crossed, her jaw tight, her blue hair catching the glow of the screen. Chi-Chi stands beside her, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles have turned white. But Mia, Mia stands slightly forward, her posture relaxed but her eyes locked on Dura, her empathic senses already reaching out, already feeling the currents of emotion swirling around him.
Close by, Bulma began to speak,
Bulma's voice trembles, the anger in it sharp as broken glass.
"He betrayed them on Namek… after everything. Goku told us. Dura confirmed it. He waited for the right moment and struck."
Chi-Chi's eyes burn, her voice low and dangerous.
"He almost let everyone die just to get what he wanted....."
Mia's tone is colder than both, her voice carrying the weight of someone who has seen too much, who understands the darkness in men's hearts.
"And now he comes here… to drain our planet for his own ambitions of power and pride ."
The screen zooms in on Vegeta, floating calmly above the battlefield, his expression unreadable. There's no regret in his stance. No hesitation. Just the cold, unshakable certainty of a man who has never doubted his right to take.
Bulma's nails dig into her palm, the pain grounding her.
"The nerve of him… to even come back here and with such arrogance on top of that.. ."
But as the screen shifts, it shows Dura descending. Tall. Broad-shouldered and calm. His gi clings to his frame, the fabric straining against years of disciplined muscle, every movement a testament to control. The camera lingers on his face, his jaw set, his eyes sharp, the quiet confidence in his posture unmistakable.
Bulma swallow quietly.
Her thoughts betray her anger.
He's… enormous, she thought to herself, her eyes tracing his frame..
Dura stands nearly 2 heads taller than Vegeta, his chest wider, his frame denser. That quiet confidence. That effortless control. The way he carries himself, like a man who has already won every battle before it's even begun.
Bulma's heart flutters and she hates that it does.
Stop it, Bulma. He's with Mia. She said internally, her thoughts wondering..
Her eyes drift to Mia, standing beside her. Radiant. Soft smile. Completely at peace even in the chaos. There's a warmth to her, a quiet strength that Bulma can't help but admire.
She's so lucky…
And as for Mia...
Well..... Mia's senses are not limited to battlefields. She feels shifts in emotion like changes in wind pressure, the ebb and flow of hearts as clearly as the rise and fall of tides. She glances sideways at Bulma, catching her staring at Dura, then looking away quickly, her cheeks flushed.
A faint smile touches Mia's lips.
So that's it…
Mia doesn't feel threatened. She feels… curious. Bulma is strong. Brilliant. Loyal.
Kind. And lonely. The loneliness radiates off her like heat from a forge, a quiet ache that Mia can't help but sense.
Bulma has been single for years. Brilliant. Successful. Respected and yet she was still alone.
Mia gently loops her arm through Bulma's, her touch light but deliberate. The contact is warm, grounding.
"Hey," she says brightly, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her empathy. "They're going to be fine."
Bulma blinks, startled by the closeness, by the sudden warmth of Mia's presence.
She hadn't realized how much she needed it until now.
Mia leans slightly into her, playful, warm. The scent of her, something floral, something alive, fills Bulma's senses. Bulma's face warms, her walls lowering for the first time in a long time.
Chi-Chi, too focused on the screen, doesn't notice the growing emotional tension around her, too busy looking at the fight...
Mia's thoughts swirl quietly, her empathic senses picking up the flickers of Bulma's emotions, longing, admiration, the quiet ache of isolation.
Maybe… there's room for more love.
She doesn't say it aloud. Not yet. But the thought lingers, a possibility she hadn't considered before.
I just… don't know how to say it.
POV SHIFT, BATTLE BEGINS
The wind detonates outward, a shockwave of energy rippling across the battlefield. The air itself seems to scream as the tension finally snaps.
Goku steps forward, his posture shifting, his eyes locking onto Vegeta. Memories flash through his mind, Namek's broken sky, Frieza's shadow, Vegeta's cold ambition.
The weight of the past presses down on him, but his voice is steady, calm.
"You haven't changed at all from the last time we met vegeta ."
Vegeta smirks, his voice dripping with arrogance, with the certainty of a man who has never known doubt.
"Neither have you, you low class trash ."
And then
Goku vanishes.
The air explodes with golden light, the transformation rippling through Goku like a wildfire. His hair shifts, turning blonde and spiking upward, his aura flaring like a sun.
The energy of it is blinding, a storm of power that sends shockwaves splitting the ocean beneath them.
Super Saiyan Multiplier = x50
Goku Base: 60,000,000,000
SSJ1: 60,000,000,000× 50 = 3,000,000,000,000
His fist collides with Vegeta's jaw, the impact sending a shockwave that splits the ocean in two,shaking the continent they stood on as earthquakes erupted across the country but this only makes Vegeta slide back, his boots grinding through the air, his body skidding across the sky... He had had channeled some of his great ape power before contact, his instincts were sharp after years of conquest and bear death experiences....
"…Finally ." Vegeta grunts.. "someone to test my might"..
Goku smirks, his voice light but carrying the weight of a man who has spent a lifetime pushing his limits.
"OH.. Don't worry Vegeta .. I'm just warming up .. ."
Then with a flash..
Lightning cracks across the sky, the energy of it illuminating the battlefield like a storm. Goku's hair sharpens, his aura intensifying, the power of it pulsing like a heartbeat.
The air vibrates, the very world bending under the weight of his energy.
SSJ2 Multiplier = x100 (50 × 2)
60,000,000,000× 100 = 6,000,000,000,000
Now out completely out matching Vegeta's fruit-enhanced base.
Goku strikes rapidly, his movements a blur, forcing Vegeta backward through mountains.
The ground vaporizes beneath them, the shockwaves of their clash sending tremors through the earth.
"You came all this way and that's it?" Goku taunts, his voice carrying the weight of a man who has faced deadly opponents and lived. "You're not living up to that prince of all saiyans title you like throwing around, Vegeta."
Vegeta's eye twitches, his jaw tightening. The insult cuts deeper than any blade.
"You low-class trash, how dare you insult me... VEGETA!!.... PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!!!! "
Vegeta roars, his body surging with primal force. A yellow hued aura flares around him, his eyes turning feral gold. He retains his humanoid shape, but the energy of the Great Ape pulses through him, his muscles swelling, his power exploding.
Great Ape Multiplier = x10
Base: 85,000,000,000
Mastered Oozaru (Human Form):
85,000,000,000 × 10 = 850,000,000,000+
But his fruit-enhanced physiology has grown beyond original scaling and in actuality his great ape transformation has a higher multiplier that the standard 10×... Combined with battle adaptation, his effective output surges into the multi-billions and will rise to match his opponent... ,his power rapidly grew as the very air distorting around him.
His power rapidly grew to around 5,5 trillion thanks to the fruits power allowing him to push his limits dangerously...
The ground vaporizes beneath him, the shockwaves of his power sending cracks spiderwebbing through the earth.
Goku's smile fades slightly, his eyes narrowing as he senses the sheer scale of Vegeta's power.
"Oh. That's new."
Vegeta lunges, his speed a blur, his fist crackling with dark energy of the fruit's influence.. . The air howls as he moves, his power a storm of controlled fury.
Their fists collide, the impact sending a shockwave that trembles through the continents. The very world seems to hold its breath, the energy of their clash sending ripples through the atmosphere that could be felt across the planet...
Roshi sits cross-legged atop a massive boulder, his posture relaxed, his expression calm. He observes the battle with the detached interest of a man who has seen it all before.
"Hmph," he mutters, his voice dry. "Both still rely too much on their pride and ego."
He sips from a small thermos, the liquid inside steaming slightly, the scent of tea curling into the air.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, another battle was in full swing...
Turles appears before Miru, his smirk sharp, his voice mocking.
"You must be the hybrid with that weird teal looking skin."
Miru doesn't respond to the taunt. He senses it clearly, the darkness in Turles, the absence of hesitation, of mercy. There's a coldness to him, a predatory focus that sends a chill down Miru's spine.
Turles attacks first, his speed a blur, his fist aimed at Miru's chest. But Miru exhales slowly, his mind clear, his body ready.
He taps into his power, just one percent.
A green aura shimmers around him, blue lightning cracking within it like veins of power, his Base when starting this battle was at 9.8 billion units but as soon he began channel his power, remembering master roshi and his teachings his power rose to match turles output...
Turles barely has time to react. Miru moves with the aggression of a beast, but the precision of a master. His strikes are a blur, palm strike to the chest which damages his armor and force traveling through his body then followed by a leg kick to the knee and thighs and then one strong forward kick to the chest again , each one landing with surgical accuracy.
Turles coughs blood, his body staggering under the force of the blows.
"What the...?!" turles grunts in pained shock " but.... how??! .."
Miru places two fingers to his forehead, his voice calm, his focus unshaken. Blue energy gathers at his fingertips, green lightning wrapping around it like a serpent.
" Kamehameha."
The beam explodes forward, a torrent of blue and emerald energy that swallows Turles point blank . The light of it is blinding, the power of it shaking the very air.
When the light fades
Turles crashes into the ocean, his body sinking beneath the waves, unconscious and potentially Comatose...
Miru smirked as he looked at his hand as he remembers training his unique version of the turtle school technique, this being possible due to his naturally his level of ki control thanks to his mom's bloodline...
Elsewhere at Capsule Corp.
The women erupt in cheers, their voices ringing through the observation room.
"Yes!!" Chi-Chi shouts, her fist pumping the air.
Bulma laughs in relief, the tension of the battle melting away. Mia bounces slightly, her excitement infectious, and she hugs Bulma instinctively, her arms warm, her presence grounding as she releases some of her power instinctively, the mood brightening further..
"We did it! They're amazing!"
Bulma freezes slightly at the closeness, the sudden warmth of Mia's body against hers. Then she relaxes, her walls lowering, her heart opening just a little.
Mia doesn't pull away. Her hand lingers on Bulma's arm, her fingers warm, her touch gentle. Their eyes meet briefly, and something unspoken passes between them, a connection, a possibility.
Back To the battlefield..
Dura crosses his arms midair, his presence a wall of controlled power, his voice carrying the weight of a man who has seen wars and won them all.
"Goku."
Goku and Vegeta are mid-clash, their auras crackling with energy, the very air vibrating with the force of their battle.
"You're playing around too much... This is not a game."
Goku grins sheepishly, his voice light but carrying the weight of a man who knows his own strength.
"Hehe… yeah, was just warming up you know..."
He uppercuts Vegeta into the upper atmosphere, the force of the blow sending shockwaves visible from orbit. Then he hovers, his eyes narrowing, his aura pulsing with golden light.
"Alright then vegeta... No more games.. ."
The sky darkens, the very light of the sun dimming as Goku's power surges. His hair grows long, his brows vanishing, lightning roaring around him like a storm given form. But this Goku,
Has a tail.
Golden fur shimmers at its base, the tail itself stabilizing the transformation, its presence a counterbalance to the raw power of the form.
Standard SSJ3 Multiplier = x400
60,000,000,000,× 400 = 24,000,000,000,000
But with a tail stabilization efficiency (no ki loss, sustained output amplification ~1.2x effective yield):
24,000,000,000,000 × 1.2 = 28,800,000,000,000 sustained combat power
Even Dura's eyes widen slightly, his voice carrying the weight of his respect.
"…Impressive Goku.. Didn't expect you to be hiding so much.. ."
Vegeta stares in disbelief, his voice a growl.
"This… this isn't possible…"
Goku smiles gently, his voice calm, his confidence unshaken.
"It is if you train the right way."
He vanishes.
Reappears.
And drives his fist into Vegeta's stomach, the impact sending shockwaves visible from orbit, the very planet trembling beneath the force of the blow.
Vegeta plummets unconscious from Goku's stabilized Super Saiyan 3 assault. Turles lies comatose in the ocean below, the waves lapping at his still form.
The wind quiets. The storm of energy fades. The world itself seems to exhale, the tension of the battle finally breaking.
Goku descends, his golden aura fading, his body relaxing as the transformation recedes. Dura hovers beside him, his presence a calm in the storm, his voice steady.
"…It's over," Goku says softly, his voice carrying the weight of a man who has fought and won, but who knows the cost of battle.
Dura looks toward Master Roshi, still seated on the stone, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.
"Master," Dura calls respectfully, his voice carrying the weight of his gratitude. "We need them sealed away with that mafuba you got.. ."
Roshi stands slowly, his staff tapping against the ground, his voice calm but firm.
"You don't want to risk them waking up hmm..."
Dura nods, his expression serious.
"They've crossed the line too many times and my instincts tell me there's no chance of them changing. ."
Goku scratches the back of his head, his grin returning, his voice light.
"Yeah… I don't think letting them train and come back again is a great idea."
Roshi inhales deeply, the air filling his lungs, his aura shimmering with emerald light.
"Evil Containment Wave!"
The sky twists once more, the very fabric of reality bending as the vortex of energy spirals into existence. Vegeta's limp body spirals into the vortex, his form shrinking as the technique takes hold. Then Turles follows, his body pulled into the swirling light.
Two reinforced capsules snap shut, the lids sealing with a finality that echoes across the battlefield.
Roshi exhales, his posture steady, his voice firm.
"That should hold them."
Dura gives a small nod of gratitude, his expression unreadable. Peace returns to the ocean, the waves lapping gently at the shore, the wind carrying the scent of salt and victory.
Capsule Corp , Aftermath
Chi-Chi rushes out to reunite with Goku, her voice sharp, her plans already forming, her words a blur of excitement and relief.
"Gohan's with Piccolo, we need to get him, and make him finish his studies... Byyyeee..."..
Which leaves Capsule Corp unusually quiet.
Just Bulma.
And Mia.
The big battle screens now dark, the adrenaline of the fight fading, the silence of the aftermath settling over them like a blanket.
Bulma exhales slowly, her body relaxing for the first time in hours.
"Well… that was intense."
Mia giggles softly, her voice warm, her presence comforting. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers light, her touch gentle.
"You handled it like a queen."
Bulma smirks faintly, her walls lowering, her heart opening.
"Flattery will get you everywhere Mia ."
There's a pause. Something unspoken lingers in the air between them, a tension that's not uncomfortable, but charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.
Bulma glances sideways at Mia, her voice soft, her eyes searching.
"…You want to celebrate? I've got wine. And the jacuzzi's still heated."
Mia's eyes sparkle, her smile widening, her voice carrying the weight of her empathy, of her understanding.
"That sounds wonderful."
Moments later..
Steam curls into the evening air, the scent of it mingling with the floral notes of Mia's presence, the warmth of the water soothing the tension from their bones. The city lights shimmer below, a distant glow that feels a world away.
They slip into the water, their shoulders relaxing instantly, the heat of it melting the last of the day's stress. Wine glasses clink softly, the sound delicate, intimate.
For a while, they just breathe.
The silence between them isn't awkward, it's comfortable, like the quiet between old friends.
Mia leans closer, her presence warm, her voice a whisper.
"You've been carrying a lot."
Bulma laughs quietly, her voice soft, her walls lowering.
"Story of my life."
Mia's natural aura, subtle, soothing, wraps around the space like invisible silk, not manipulation, but comfort. Bulma feels the tension melt from her spine, her shoulders relaxing, her heart opening in a way it hasn't in years.
Her walls soften. Her voice is quiet, her eyes searching.
"You're… really happy with him, aren't you?"
Mia doesn't hesitate. Her voice is steady, her smile warm.
"Yes."
Then she adds, softer, her voice carrying the weight of her empathy, of her understanding.
"But happiness isn't always limited."
Bulma's heartbeat quickens, her breath catching in her throat. The air between them feels charged, like the moment before a spark ignites.
Mia brushes her fingers lightly over Bulma's hand, her touch gentle, her presence warm. Bulma doesn't pull away.
Instead,
She moves closer. The distance between them disappears. Laughter dissolves into quiet closeness, their foreheads nearly touching, their breaths mingling.
LATER
The world outside Capsule Corp feels miles away. The room is dim, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Soft sheets tangle around them, the scent of wine and warmth filling the air.
Giggles turn into hushed whispers, the sound intimate, electric. Bulma feels bold, something awakened in her, a confidence she hasn't felt in years.
Mia, warm and trusting, lets herself be guided, her body responding to Bulma's touch, her presence open, her heart willing.
There's a softness to the moment, a curiosity, an electric tension that hums between them.
And beneath it all,
Connection.
But Mia's senses flicker. A quiet pulse sent outward, a familiar signature, an invitation that he can't ignore.
Back at the shoreline, Dura pauses mid-conversation with Goku, his body tensing, his senses stretching outward. He feels it, Mia's presence, her happiness, her excitement. The call is unmistakable.
His voice is calm, his expression unreadable.
"…I have something important to attend to."
Goku blinks, his curiosity piqued.
"…Oh?"
Dura smiles but doesn't explain. He simply vanishes, his form dissolving into the air, leaving only the faintest trace of his ki behind.
He appears silently inside the house, his presence filling the space, the very air shifting as he steps into the room. The faint trail of clothing on the floor catches his attention, Bulma's blouse, Mia's scarf, the signs of a moment that has already begun.
Soft laughter echoes down the hallway, the sound warm, intimate. He follows, his steps slow, measured.
He reaches the guest room doorway.
And stops.
Under the sheets,
Mia and Bulma look up, their faces flushed, their eyes wide. There's no guilt in their expressions, no shame, just surprise, and something deeper, something unspoken.
Dura doesn't speak. He steps inside, his presence filling the room, the very air changing as he closes the door quietly behind him.
Bulma's breath catches, her heart pounding in her chest. Not fear. Anticipation.
He reaches the bed, his movements unhurried, his gaze steady. He places a hand gently on Mia's shoulder, his touch warm, his presence grounding. Then he looks at Bulma, his eyes searching, his expression unreadable.
There's no anger in his gaze. No judgment. Only curiosity. And something deeper. Something open.
Bulma swallows, her voice barely a whisper.
"…You're not upset?"
Dura's voice is low, his tone calm.
"Should I be?"
Mia reaches for both of them, her touch gentle, her presence warm. And for the first time,
The dynamic changes.
Not rivalry.
Not secrecy.
But shared heat. Shared choice.
The night deepens. And Capsule Corp glows quietly under the stars, the world outside forgotten, the moment theirs.
Morning After...
Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of coffee drifts in from the kitchen, the sound of Chi-Chi's voice carrying from downstairs, her words a blur of excitement and plans.
Bulma stirs first, her body warm, her mind clear. She looks at Mia, who is still asleep, her breathing steady, her presence peaceful. Then she looks at Dura, who is already awake, his gaze distant, his mind racing.
There's no awkwardness. No regret. Just a new understanding, a shift in the dynamic between them.
Bulma's voice is soft, her smile gentle.
"So… what now?"
Dura's voice is calm, his expression thoughtful.
"Now we see where this goes."
Mia stirs, her eyes fluttering open, her smile warm, her presence comforting.
"yeah but we do it... Together."
And for the first time, the three of them share a moment not of tension, not of rivalry, but of possibility. Of connection.
The morning unfolds, and the world outside waits.