Today was October 12th. The ingress date.
In the original timeline, this was the day Raditz would crash-land on Earth and was also the day I would finally meet the rest of the Z Fighters. I couldn't deny the thrum of anticipation humming in my chest.
I stood alone in the yard outside our home, the crisp autumn wind tugging at my gi and ruffling my hair. I let out a slow, measured breath, a small, knowing smile pulling at the corner of my mouth.
Every calculation, every brutal training session, every agonizing adaptation of the last two hundred and seventy seven days had led to this exact window.
The heavy wooden door swung open behind me.
"It's time to introduce you two to my friends!" Dad announced, stepping out into the sunlight. The haunting grief that had briefly eclipsed him two months ago was entirely gone, replaced by his usual boundless energy and a new, unshakable foundation.
"We're ready," I said, turning as Mom and Gohan followed him out.
We lifted off at the same time leaving the quiet isolation of Mount Paozu behind. There wasn't a need to use the Nimbus this time.
Mom flew in a steady, aerodynamic glide beside her, Gohan was doing the same.
Dad coasted lazily on his back a few meters ahead of us, his hands tucked casually behind his head as if the laws of physics were merely a suggestion. He tilted his head back to look at us, grinning. "You guys are doing great! Krillin and Master Roshi are gonna flip when they see you flying, Chi-Chi."
"Let them flip," Mom scoffed, though the proud smirk on her face was unmistakable. "It's about time they realized we aren't just sitting around waiting for you to do all the heavy lifting."
I maintained my position at the rear. Ahead of us, the dense forests finally gave way to the ocean, stretching out into a vast expanse of glittering blue.
Flying over the ocean, I watched the crystal blue waves and the various giant fishes move about. I felt my lips twitch up. It was such a beautiful sight, the sun kissed the ocean just right allowing for spots to glow.
After a bit of time, a 2 story, pink house with writing sloped like the roof coloured red spelling out Kame House. It was white as well, but the important part was that this house was on a small island with bamboo trees and surrounded by the ocean completely.
'Their energy is barely a fraction of Dad's when we aren't suppressing ourselves.' I noted in my mind as we started flying downwards feet first.
Dad was the first to land followed by me then mother and Gohan at last. Dad approached the door and let out a "Yoo-hoo!" letting the people on the other side know we were there.
Bulma turned around and with Roshi and Krillin. The short martial artist who I'll outgrow in like two years and the purple haired girl both spoke at the same time, "Goku!"
That was before they noticed Chi-Chi, Gohan and I.
"Hey Chi-Chi, why are you here? And why are these kids here with you two? Are you looking after kids or something?" He asks not at all ready for the bombshell.
"Chi-Chi's here cause she wanted to be. And these are our kids." Goku answered setting off a chain reaction as all three reacted as if they hadn't even considered the probability of this. The mouths were wide open, eyes widened and they all did a weird pose out of sheer shock.
It was comedical to see in person, unlike on a screen in an anime.
"Y-your kids!" They asked.
"I am Son Yuzu, good afternoon." I say confidently.
"Good afternoon," Gohan softly spoke, shy as a bee. "I'm Son Gohan."
"Good afternoon," they say in unison back. Roshi included.
"I see you named him after your late grandfather, Goku." Roshi added.
"Yeah. Yuzu was the name I came up with after that." He said.
"Still this is a surprise! To think Goku would bring children here."
Then, before anyone got to do anything else, I sensed a larger power approaching us at high speed.
Beside me, Dad's easygoing grin vanished in a fraction of a second. His posture locked, his eyes snapping toward the western horizon. Mom's face went completely pale, her hands instinctively dropping into a tight, defensive guard, while Gohan stopped shrinking away from Bulma, his small face turning dead serious as he looked up at the sky.
My hands clenched ready, however... I realised it.
'Wow, Raditz is so underwhelming.' I couldn't help but have those thoughts as I thought about how strong that power was. He was weaker than Mom, and she was the weakest of the family.
Soon, a figure flew down and a tall, imposing figure with wild, spiky black hair cascading down his back stood firmly. A strange, metallic device hummed over his left eye, bleeping.
"So we finally meet," the figure said calmly, shifting his face as the device beeped for a final time, "You've grown, huh?"
Finally seeing this scene from the Manga was interesting. I felt an excitement bubbling inside me to see how this plays out.
"But I still recognised you at first glance, Kakarot." The man said, looking directly at my father.
"Kakarot?"
"You look just like father."
"Eh?" Dad sounded confused, obviously.
"What is this? What is this guy saying?"
"Kakarot! What is with the condition of this planet? You were supposed to have been under orders to destroy humanity!" What the hell have you been goofing around for?"
"Now look here, you. My husband does not know you or anything about this "Kakarot"; but he clearly is not here." Mom finally said, walking up to him.
"Husband? Kakarot, you married this Earthling? What a disgrace!" He then noticed me and Gohan and our tails, "And mated with her? Well I commend you for increasing the size of our people, it is disgraceful that you haven't killed these Earthlings yet."
"What do you mean, what are you talking about?"
"Hoh, have you forgotten Kakarot? Your purpose here?
"My name isn't Kakarot. It's Son Goku!"
"How can this be? Have you taken any strong shocks to the head, Kakarot?"
"What?"
"Back when you were a child or some time, did you hit your head hard? Answer me!"
"I did. I don't remember it but when I was good and little, I hit my head."
"Wh-what?!
"I still have the scar."
"So that's it, after all? Well allow me to remind you of your purpose, as your older brother should." He finally revealed.
Some things have changed, but a lot of this was just canon dialogue slightly altered.
"You're not Earthling like these filthy worms you associated with, you're a member of the proud Saiyan race, born on Planet Vegeta, the mightiest warrior race in the universe!"
"... So Gohan and I are half-Human half-Saiyan?" I knew the answer but asked. "Thaat explains a lot."
"Yeah, it does." Dad realised it himself. "What am I doing on Earth if I was born in space?"
"Simple, you see we Saiyans are what you could say, Mercenaries. The task is simple for us, we go through space searching for any planets with good environments, scenery and more. If the planet has life on it, we are sent out to exterminate that life. Adults embark on planetary conquests where the power level is higher, but for pathetic excuses like this one, we send our young out to deal with."
"Hah, good joke you alien bastard, but my husband is not like you, now scram."
Raditz narrowed his eyes, a cruel, mocking sneer forming on his face. "You dare speak to me that way? I'll turn you into ash, woman. Let's see just how fragile you bugs really are."
He tapped the button on the side of his metallic eyepiece. The device chirped. Raditz glanced at Krillin and Roshi, scoffing loudly. "Power levels of 206 and 139. Pathetic."
Then his gaze shifted to us. The scouter beeped more rapidly.
Raditz's sneer faltered. He tapped the side of the device again, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "What is this? 1,000? All four of you are reading at exactly 1,000? That's impossible. Even the children..."
"Dad," I said, stepping forward, my voice cutting through the ocean breeze with analytical calm. "There is no strategic value in maintaining the throttle anymore. He's arrogant, he's hostile, and that device is reading our power. Let's stop humouring him."
Dad didn't hesitate. The easygoing look in his eyes vanished, replaced by the hardened gaze of the martial arts master he was. He dropped his stance, planting his feet firmly in the sand. Mom and Gohan followed suit without a word.
I simply let the mental vice grip on my Ki loosen.
The ocean around Kame House erupted into violent, churning waves, the water physically pushing back from the sheer power of our auras. A four-pronged pillar of blinding Ki tore into the sky, rattling the windows of the pink house and forcing Krillin, Roshi, and Bulma to dive for cover.
Raditz stumbled backward, his hands flying up to shield his face from the pressure. His scouter began to shriek—a frantic, high-pitched mechanical wail that sounded like it was dying.
"W-what is this?!" Raditz yelled over the roaring wind, his eye wide with absolute terror as the numbers on his display skyrocketed. "This is impossible! The scouter must be broken! It has to be broken!"
"Read them, Uncle Raditz," I ordered, my voice carrying effortlessly over the noise.
"The Earth woman... 5,200?!" he stammered, his legs visibly shaking as he looked at Mom. "The boy... 5,400?! Kakarot... 5,700?!"
His gaze snapped to me, the device on his face whining in protest as it struggled to process the sheer density of the data.
"And you... 6,200?!" Raditz screamed, the absurdity of the numbers breaking his Saiyan composure entirely. "This is a trick! You're playing some kind of illusion on me!"
So my power level was actually that high? Even I could be shocked at that information, I assumed 2x Raditz for myself, not 6,200.
"It's no illusion, space trash," a cold, grating voice echoed from above.
We all looked up. Piccolo floated down from the clouds, his white cape snapping in the turbulent winds we were generating. He landed lightly on the grass a few yards away, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Raditz with pure malice.
Raditz's scouter gave another frantic set of beeps. "Another one?! 2,100! How does a backwater dirtball have fighters like this?!"
"Okay, that device is definitely going to be helpful." I absentmindedly say. I saw mom and dad react to that.
"You're out of your depth, alien," Piccolo sneered. Though he acted tough, I noticed the Namekian kept a very cautious distance from my family. He had clearly sensed our true power from afar and realized his own 2,100 was hopelessly eclipsed by Mom, let alone Dad and me.
—-Third Person POV—-
Raditz was trapped. The arrogant conqueror was suddenly the weakest predator in the room. He took another step back, his eyes darting toward the sky, his muscles tensing as he calculated a hasty retreat.
He didn't get the chance.
Chi-Chi launched herself forwards, catching the warrior off guard, with a heavy blow from her straight into his gut she launched him flying he skipped across the ocean surface like a flat stone thrown by a giant, coughing up a torrent of crimson blood as his armor shattered across his midsection.
The shockwave of Chi-Chi's initial strike ripped through the sandy shoreline, kicking up a massive wall of grit and seawater.
Yuzu simply watched with a star-like wonder in her eyes. Watching her mother, the same one she saw become useless in the Manga, fight Raditz and dominate was something that could only fill her with excitement and more crucially... determination
Chi-Chi didn't give him a chance to recover.
Before Raditz even finished skipping across the waves, she blurred out of existence, leaving a wake of parted seawater in her path. She intercepted his flying body mid-air, a mile out from the shore.
Raditz barely had time to look up, his face twisted in a mask of agonizing panic, before Chi-Chi's hand snapped out. With terrifying precision, her fingers clamped onto the metallic eyepiece over his face and ripped the scouter clean off his head, snapping the head-strap like a piece of old string.
"If my daughter said this device is interesting, let's see what's so special about it."
With her other hand, she grabbed him by the collar of his shattered armor, spun him around, and hurled him downward into the ocean.
He didn't even hit the water.
Chi-Chi thrust her palm downward after him. "Kamehameha."
A massive, brilliant wave of blue energy erupted from her hand. The beam swallowed Raditz entirely.
The beam struck the ocean floor, causing a subterranean rumble that sent a spectacular, two-hundred-foot geyser of water and steam shooting into the morning sky.
It was over in less than thirty seconds.
—-Yuzu's POV—-
Mom floated back toward the island, touching down on the sand with a soft sound. She walked up the beach, her boots sinking slightly into the wet sand as she approached me.
"Here you go, sweetie," she said casually, tossing the scouter to me. "Try not to break it if it's important."
I caught it, my fingers tracing the cracked metallic housing and the curved green glass. It was remarkably light.
I always wondered how this thing could read Ki and accurately deduce their power from it, even if it couldn't detect suppressed Ki. It made me curious. However, if I were to actually try and mess around with it, it would take time away from my training.
Luckily, there was a genius who could do what she did in the filler here. Therefore...
"Here," I tossed it at Bulma, "Dad told me how smart you were, play around with it, tinker with it, I don't care. I simply want to know how it calculates power so accurately."
Bulma fumbled with the sleek, alien device, nearly dropping it into the wet sand before pinning it against her chest. She stared at me, then at the scouter, her brain clearly short-circuiting as she tried to reconcile the fact that a four-year-old had just casually handed her a piece of interstellar engineering.
"Y-Yeah," Bulma stammered, her voice high and reedy. "Tinker with it. Right. Because analyzing quantum-level bio-electric telemetry transceivers is just a normal Tuesday hobby for an engineer from West City."
I let out a soft huff that was dangerously close to a laugh. It felt good to hear her familiar, sarcastic voice. And even better in reality than on a tv screen whenever I snuck some time to myself back then.
"You're the smartest person on the planet, Miss Bulma," I replied, keeping my tone perfectly polite and earnest. I let a genuine, childish smile slip through. "If anyone can figure out how space-tech measures biological energy, it's you."
Bulma blinked, her shoulders dropping a fraction as the flattery hit its mark. She puffed out her chest just a little, the sheer terror of the last few minutes temporarily overridden by her massive ego. "Well... I suppose that's true. I am a genius, after all. But don't think this means I'm not going to interrogate your father about all this later!"
I let my Ki suppression snap back into place, pulling the dense, heavy blanket of my power tight against my skin until I registered as nothing more than an average toddler again. The sudden drop in atmospheric pressure made the ocean breeze feel incredibly soft. I closed my eyes for a second, just breathing it in. The sharp tang of saltwater, the damp smell of the wet sand, the warmth of the afternoon sun on my face.
It was intoxicating. For the first time since my rebirth, a massive, crushing weight lifted off my chest.
I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was completely fine. He wasn't bleeding out on the grass with a gaping hole in his chest. He was just standing there, laughing as Krillin nervously poked his arm to see if his muscles were made of iron.
Then I looked at Mom. She was dusting off her hands, her expression returning to its usual stern but loving baseline. Gohan immediately ran up to her, burying his face into the fabric of her gi.
"You beat the bad alien, Mom!" Gohan cheered, his voice muffled.
Mom softened instantly, her warrior facade melting away. She knelt in the wet sand, wrapping her arms around my twin and pulling him into a fierce hug. "Of course I did, sweetie. Nobody threatens my family. Nobody."
A warm, heavy lump formed in my throat. I walked over and wrapped my arms around Mom from the side, pressing my face against her shoulder. My analytical mind, my equations, my strategic frameworks—none of it mattered right now. I just wanted to hug my mother. I wanted to feel the solid, undeniable proof that my family was whole, and that we had survived.
"Aww, look at them," Dad cooed, walking over to join the pile, wrapping his massive arms around all three of us in a giant, crushing bear hug. "You guys are the best!"
"Goku, you're getting sand on me!" Mom complained, but she was laughing, squeezing us tighter.
A loud, irritated scoff broke the tender moment.
We all looked over to see Piccolo hovering a few feet off the ground, his arms crossed and his face twisted in a deep scowl. He looked from Mom to Dad, his pride clearly bruised by the sheer absurdity of our power levels.
"Don't think this changes anything, Goku," Piccolo growled, his deep voice grating against the peaceful sound of the waves. "I came here to kill that alien so I could conquer this planet myself. Once I figure out how you and your freakish family got so strong, I'll surpass you. And then I'll destroy you."
Dad just grinned, completely unfazed. "I look forward to it, Piccolo! But you're gonna have to train really, really hard to catch up now!"
Piccolo's eye twitched. Without another word, he spun around, his white cape snapping loudly in the air, and rocketed off toward the mainland, a streak of green and white against the blue sky.
I watched him go, resting my chin on Mom's shoulder.
—Third Person's POV—
Somewhere, in a galaxy far far away, on a planet with a green gaseous atmosphere and a teal green grassy floor. A strange species of a yellowish or greenish, perhaps a combination of both as a skin tone and long pointed ears with dark forestry green clothing. They had holes in them.
Sitting around a fire were two individuals cooking a member of the species. One was a tall, burly man without hair, and a stache. The other member was a short male with black hair that spikes upwards with a prominent widow's peak. In the shorter male's hands was an arm that had been bitten into as he chewed.
"So that weakling, Raditz lost, huh?" The burly man spoke calmly.
"He was always weak, but to think that Earth has a fighter greater than your level of power, Nappa." The shorter one answered insulting his now dead comrade.
Nappa grunted, tossing a picked-clean bone into the roaring flames. "A power level over six thousand? On a miserable dirt-heap like Earth? Raditz must have been hallucinating. Or his scouter truly was malfunctioning before those local primitives smashed it. There's no way a low-class piece of trash like Kakarot could reach those numbers."
Vegeta ripped another chunk of meat from the alien arm with his teeth, chewing methodically before swallowing. His dark eyes stared into the flickering fire. "Nappa, you idiot. One scouter error is possible. But a sequential reading of multiple targets, all scaling rapidly from a baseline suppression up to over six thousand? That isn't a glitch. That's a hidden nest of high-tier combatants."
Nappa shifted uncomfortably, his thick brow furrowing as he rubbed the back of his bald head. His own power level hovered around four thousand. Hearing that a backwater planet contained multiple entities that could effortlessly crush him left a sour taste in his mouth, bruising his Saiyan pride.
"But Vegeta, Kakarot was a low-class reject. His power level at birth was pathetic. How could he, an Earthling woman, and a pair of toddlers spawn numbers that rival mid-class warriors? It defies the natural order of our race."
"The natural order is an illusion maintained by those who fear what we can become," Vegeta sneered, as he tossed the remaining bone aside and wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his gloved hand. "Think about it, Nappa. Frieza has kept us on a short leash for decades, constantly monitoring our growth, making sure we never stay in one place long enough to build a true power base. If Kakarot discovered a biological shortcut on that planet—a method to break through the standard limits of our heritage—then Earth is the most valuable asset in the quadrant."
Nappa's eyes widened as the strategic realization finally clicked inside his thick skull. "You mean... we don't go there to wipe them out?"
"Wipe them out? What a waste of perfect tools," Vegeta whispered, his voice dropping into a low, venomous growl that made the surrounding flames seem to flicker violently. "Frieza thinks he owns the remnants of our race. But if we travel to Earth, we go there to claim what is ours. We offer Kakarot and his freakish bloodline a choice: join us, or be broken until they serve. With a vanguard of Saiyans reading well over five thousand, paired with whatever training mechanism they used to multiply their strength, we wouldn't just be planetary mercenaries anymore. We would have the foundation to tear Frieza off his throne and butcher his entire empire."
Nappa chuckled, a cruel, booming sound that echoed across the desolate green landscape. He stood up, cracking his massive knuckles with anticipation. "A recruitment drive with a heavy hand. I like the sound of that, Vegeta. It'll take us about a year to get there in the pods. Plenty of time for them to get comfortable before we show them what real elite warriors look like."
Vegeta stood up as well, his white armor gleaming under the strange alien sky as he turned his back to the fire. "Set the coordinates for Earth, Nappa. Let's see just how deep this hidden well of power truly runs."
(A/N: Me forgetting to make a new volume for the Saiyan Saga so you get a double update due to an accident. It is just the same chapter, just on the Saiyan Saga Volume now.