Gokus Second Son

Vegeta's shadow hung over me like a bruise that wouldn't fade, a week since he tore off in his busted pod. He left with no tail, pride beaten to a pulp, snarling threats as he vanished into the black. He didn't catch a whisper about the Dragon Balls. I'd crushed his scouter early, and we all kept our mouths shut. No blood stained the ground either—no Goku dead, no Namek pulling us out there. Just me, 210,000 pulsing under my skin, Instant Transmission cold and ready in my bones, and an Earth too damn still. My hair spiked wild, jagged peaks slicing the wind, fists clenched with a hunger I couldn't shake. I'd matched his 180,000 ape form, got tired of it, cut him loose. Now what? This power gnawed at me, begging for more.

The house thrummed with its usual chaos, a pulse I barely registered. Chi-Chi's voice cut through the walls, sharp and loud, scolding Goku over some spilled rice in the kitchen. Gohan sat under a tree, legs crossed, book open on his lap, soft eyes tracing words I'd never waste time on. Raditz hulked inside, sprawled across my mat like he owned the place, low growls rumbling from his chest. The Z Fighters had scattered days ago, no graves to dig, no cosmic trail to follow. Goku's 7,000 flickered steady, pure Saiyan strength, untouched by death or King Kai's lessons. I'd forged him tougher in our spars, but he was still that grinning fool, hauling a water jug across the yard like it was some grand prize. I stood rooted, the dead radar a heavy lump in my pocket, Dragon Balls lost to the wind for a year. Instant Transmission was mine, a tool sharp as a blade, but it didn't fill the void. I needed something bigger, something to break against.

Raditz shoved the door open, his long hair spilling wild over his shoulders, eyes dark and piercing. He stopped, boots planted, glaring at Goku sloshing water like a kid with a toy. Then his stare shifted to me, heavy and hard.

"You idiots really think it's over?" he said, voice rough as gravel, cutting the air. "Vegeta's gone, sure, but he's nothing. Frieza's the one who's gonna grind us into dust."

Goku froze, jug tipping, water splashing the dirt. He tilted his head, flashing that big, dumb grin. "Frieza? Who's that guy, Raditz? Some old friend of yours from space?"

Raditz barked a laugh, bitter and loud, folding his arms tight across his chest. "Friend? He's the bastard who owns us—Saiyans, planets, everything out there. Vegeta's prince of jack compared to him. Frieza's power is insane, millions at least. Vegeta messed up big here, and Frieza's gonna catch wind of it. We're dead if he looks our way."

I stepped forward, boots crunching the grass, hair flaring as my 210,000 woke up, a slow burn under my skin. The air thickened, his words sinking in like stones. "Millions, you say?"

Raditz smirked, sharp and sour, teeth glinting in the sunlight. "You heard me, kid. I've seen him flick a finger and wipe out a whole city—boom, just smoke and screams left. Vegeta's 18,000 is a damn joke next to that. Nappa's dead, I'm stuck with you fools, and he's running scared. Frieza's gonna care. Saiyans don't lose without paying for it."

Piccolo landed hard, boots slamming the dirt, cape snapping behind him like a storm. His eyes narrowed, voice a low growl. "Frieza, huh? That name carries weight. What's his story?"

Raditz spat the word like it tasted bad. "Emperor. Runs half the galaxy out there. Cold as hell, kills for fun. Saiyans were his dogs—me, Vegeta, Nappa, all of us. He sent us to smash worlds, kept us on a tight leash. Vegeta's nursing his wounds now, but Frieza doesn't let failure slide. He'll come sniffing around."

Krillin dropped in, boots skidding, voice high and jittery. "Wait, millions? Are you serious? That's crazy! Vegeta was already a nightmare to deal with!"

Yamcha swaggered up, flexing with a grin that flickered, sweat beading on his brow. "Hold on, Gotex took Vegeta down easy! We've got this covered, right?"

Raditz snapped back, hair whipping as he turned. "Wrong, you moron. Frieza's a monster. Vegeta groveled to him like a scared kid. I watched him laugh once and zap a Saiyan squad—hundreds of thousands gone, just for the hell of it. We're ants to that guy."

Tien touched down, arms crossed, voice flat and hard. "Ants, you say? That sounds like a real problem."

Chiaotzu floated in beside him, small and quiet, eyes wide with worry. "He's scary. Really, really scary."

Goku scratched his nose, grin still plastered on like nothing fazed him. "Wow, he sounds super strong! Guess we've gotta train harder, huh?"

I planted my feet, hair catching the gust, arms crossed tight across my chest. Raditz's words hit heavy, a weight I could feel in my bones. "How strong is he, Raditz? Give me exact numbers."

He shrugged, face grim, hair flicking in the breeze. "Can't say for sure—scouters blow out past a million. Vegeta figured 530,000 at least, and that's him sitting pretty. He's got forms, stacks more power on top. Word was he torched our planet—King Vegeta, the whole army, turned to ash with a smirk."

My gut twisted, a slow fire spreading, power itching deep inside. 210,000, fierce, but millions? Frieza was a mountain out there, lost in the void, no Namek to reel him in yet. Vegeta didn't know the balls, didn't squeal to him. Raditz carried this burden, his old chain dragging us in. "Does he know Earth's here?" I asked, voice steady, cutting through the wind.

Raditz scowled, hair swaying as he shifted his weight. "Not yet, probably. Vegeta might spill, might keep quiet. Frieza's got ships, spies, tech—ears all over the damn place. Saiyans failing here? He'll take a look sooner or later."

Gohan bolted over, book clutched tight to his chest, soft eyes wide and searching. "Gotex! Who's this Frieza guy? Is he coming to get us?"

I locked on him, voice cool and even. "He might. Raditz's old boss. Strong as hell."

Piccolo smirked, fists balling up, aura flickering green at the edges. "Strong's my kind of fun. I'll break him in half."

Raditz laughed, rough and raw, shaking his head. "Break him? You're sittin' at 5,000, Namekian. He'd sneeze and you'd be a stain."

Piccolo stepped up, ki sparking, voice a growl. "Try me, punk. I'd like to see that."

Goku clapped his hands, grin wide and bright, cutting the tension. "Aw, c'mon, guys! If he's that huge, we'll just get tougher together! Right, Gotex?"

I nodded, hair flaring wilder, a storm brewing in my chest. "Yeah. Millions. Gotta push hard."

Krillin stumbled back, gulping hard, voice cracking loud. "Push hard? You're already at 210,000, man! That's not enough for this guy?"

I shook my head, eyes hard. "Nope. Starting now."

Yamcha rubbed his neck, grin shaky, flexing again. "Uh, Yamcha-man's in on this! Gotta beef up quick, huh?"

Tien smirked faint, three eyes glinting. "Better move fast. He's not Vegeta."

Raditz stared me down, hair swaying, voice dropping low. "Kid's got guts. Frieza's still gonna smash you flat. Millions—he's a god out there."

I met his glare, voice cold as steel. "Gods bleed. I'll prove it."

Goku laughed, big and dumb, ruffling my hair with a heavy hand. "That's my boy! Guess we've got a real big fight comin' up!"

Chi-Chi stormed out, hands planted on her hips, voice piercing the air like a knife. "Goku! What's all this nonsense now? More fighting talk?"

Goku grinned, scratching his head. "Aw, Chi-Chi, it's just a heads-up! Raditz says some Frieza guy's real tough!"

She shrieked, face red, pointing hard. "Tough? You're not dragging Gohan into this mess! Or Gotex!"

I brushed past her, voice cool, boots thudding. "Too late. Need a spot."

I walked off, hair whipping in the wind, mind churning. Frieza, millions, a ghost lurking in the black. Vegeta's 18,000 was a speck, his ape form a drag at 180,000. I'd hit 210,000, Instant Transmission cold and sharp, but millions? A damn abyss. No deaths, no Namek run—Raditz brought this, his old leash pulling tight. Goku's 7,000, Piccolo's 5,000, Raditz's 6,000—all nothing to that. Fine. I'd climb, shatter the gap.

Found a clearing, trees looming thick, ground packed solid. Blinked there, air popping sharp, started swinging—thud, thud—ki flaring hot, hair a jagged tangle. Power hummed, 210,000 steady, clawing up slow. Raditz's warning stuck hard—Frieza, 530,000 base, millions if he flexed. Saiyans were his playthings, now us too. Vegeta didn't spill, didn't know squat, but Frieza'd smell failure. I'd be ready.

Goku jogged up, grinning like a fool, fists up loose. "Hey, Gotex! Time to spar?"

I nodded, voice steady, stance firm. "Yeah. Rough."

He laughed, bouncing light. "Alright! Here we go!" He swung, slow and easy, 7,000 flickering. I dodged, tagged his chest with a thud, light, holding back. He stumbled, grinned wider, swung again. I blinked, popped behind him, kicked his ribs with a thwack, sending him sliding through the dirt. My power nudged, 211,000, creeping steady.

Piccolo landed, boots crunching, smirking tight. "Got room for me?"

I nodded, voice cool. "Always." I dodged Goku's jab, slammed a knee into Piccolo's gut with a boom. He grunted, swung hard, I ducked, cracked his jaw with a fist, rocking him back. My strength hit 212,000, a slow, grinding burn.

Raditz stomped in, hair swaying wild, smirking sharp. "Frieza's pups, huh? Let's see." He charged, 6,000 flaring, fist flying fast. I sidestepped, elbowed his spine with a thud, skidding him face-first. My power ticked, 213,000, rising quiet.

Krillin peeked from the trees, voice shaking high. "Man, they're going nuts out there! Frieza's got them all wound up tight!"

Yamcha swaggered up, flexing big, grinning shaky. "Squirt's leading the charge! Yamcha-man's next in line!"

Tien landed soft, voice dry, three eyes glinting. "Next to eat dirt. He's driving this."

Gohan watched, book forgotten, soft eyes wide. "Gotex! You're so fast now!"

I locked on him, voice flat. "Gotta be." I blinked behind Raditz, smashed a heel into his shoulder with a crunch, dropping him hard. My power hit 215,000, climbing slow.

Piccolo smirked, wiping a trickle of blood, voice rough. "Frieza's a ghost for now. We'll bury him when he shows."

Raditz hauled up, hair a mess, grunting low. "Ghost with fangs. Train hard, kid."

I nodded, voice cool. "Will." I dodged Goku's kick, tagged his ribs with a thud, light as hell. My strength bumped, 216,000, growing steady.

Goku laughed, hopping back quick. "You're tough, Gotex! Guess I've gotta push too!"

I met his grin, voice steady. "Push quick." I blinked beside Piccolo, uppercut his chin with a crack, sending him skyward.