??? - There It is, we finaly found the right timeline.
AGE 774
Goku was exhausted.
The Spirit Bomb wobbled above his head like some kind of cosmic yo-yo, teetering between salvation and total disaster.
Kid Buu's face stretched into that sick grin he always wore, the pink bastard pushing back with everything he had. It felt like the entire universe was holding its breath.
"Damn it!" Goku growled, every muscle in his body screaming. "Why the hell isn't this working?"
The weight of billions of lives pressed down on him through that glowing sphere. For a split second, doubt crept in. Then something clicked.
"Maybe if I just..." He stared at the pulsing ball of energy. "Borrow some of this."
Before he could talk himself out of it, Goku siphoned off a chunk of the Spirit Bomb's power.
Golden light erupted around him like a small sun, his hair flowing as Super Saiyan 3 roared back to life. The Spirit Bomb flickered and got smaller. Not good.
Kid Buu's laugh echoed across the wasteland. "Ahahaha!"
Goku ignored him. His body felt like it was being torn apart from the inside—SSJ3 was draining to maintain even when he wasn't running on fumes. He needed something more. Something final.
"KAIOKEN!"
Red mixed with gold as his power exploded beyond anything he'd ever achieved. The Spirit Bomb suddenly had teeth again, overwhelming Kid Buu's resistance in one decisive push.
"NOOOO!" Kid Buu's scream cut through everything as his body started falling apart in brilliant white light.
Victory lasted about two seconds. The blast went careening toward Earth like a drunk comet.
"Not like this!"
Goku dove forward, his body reverting to normal mid-flight. His hands hit the energy ball and somehow—through sheer bloody-minded stubbornness—he redirected it toward the sun. When it hit, solar flares danced across the star's surface before everything settled down.
He hit the ground like a sack of rocks, out cold but smiling. Finally over.
---
Life after Kid Buu was weird. Peaceful, but weird. Goku went back to his quiet existence in the mountains—training with Goten when Chi-Chi wasn't looking, occasionally dragging Gohan away from his books, and actually spending time with his family for once.
The thing was, peace never lasted long in their world. The universe was a big place, and Kid Buu's death had probably rung some cosmic dinner bell somewhere.
Goku stood on the hill behind their house, arms crossed, watching the sunset paint everything gold and orange. A breeze carried the smell of Chi-Chi's flowers, and for once, everything was perfectly quiet.
"When's the last time it was this peaceful?" he wondered aloud.
"You know you have a family, right?" Chi-Chi's voice came from behind him. She had a basket of vegetables balanced on her hip and that look that meant he was in trouble. "Goten's been asking when his dad's going to stop staring at the horizon and actually play with him."
Goku chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Just... taking it in, you know?"
Chi-Chi shook her head but smiled anyway. She knew where Goku's heart really was—it had always been in the fight. But maybe, just maybe, the next catastrophe could wait for a while.
---
Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp, Bulma was elbow-deep in some new project that involved way too many blinking lights. Vegeta lurked in the doorway like some kind of grumpy gargoyle.
"If you're just going to stand there being broody," Bulma said without looking up, "you could at least hand me that wrench."
"I didn't come here to be your assistant, woman. Where's the gravity chamber?"
"Train, train, train." Bulma rolled her eyes. "Do you ever do anything else? Like, I don't know, spend time with your son?"
Vegeta's scowl deepened. "A Saiyan doesn't waste time on—"
"Trunks has been asking about you."
That shut him up. For a second, his mask slipped, and something almost vulnerable flickered across his face.
"I'll... think about it."
---
Up in the mountains, Piccolo sat in meditation on a rocky outcrop. The silence was perfect, but his mind was anything but quiet. The Buu fight had been too close. Way too close.
"Peace doesn't last," he said to the wind. "It never does."
Gohan sat nearby with a textbook, glasses catching the afternoon light. "Maybe that's okay. We've earned some downtime."
Piccolo glanced at his former student. Kid had grown up too fast, been through too much. But he was still naive in some ways.
"Don't get comfortable, Gohan. The universe is vast, and there's always something nasty lurking in the dark."
Gohan nodded, but his eyes stayed on the sky. He wasn't worried exactly, but he wondered what was coming next. There was always something coming next.
---
The weeks rolled by. Everyone fell into new routines. Goku trained with Goten, pushing the kid harder than Chi-Chi liked. Vegeta beat the crap out of training bots and occasionally sparred with Trunks. Piccolo kept meditating and dragging Gohan away from his studies for the occasional training session.
Krillin had always been the odd man out among the Z-fighters—a regular human who somehow kept up with gods and aliens. After Buu, he went back to his normal life with 18 and Marron. But the peace didn't make him soft. If anything, it made him hungrier.
One evening, he stood on the beach watching the sunset, bare feet in the sand. The waves crashed against the shore in a steady rhythm, and something about it sparked an idea.
"I've been doing the same techniques for years," he muttered. "Maybe it's time to mix things up."
He started experimenting, channeling his ki in new ways. After some trial and error, he developed something he called the "Tidal Wave Fist"—rapid-fire punches that built on each other like waves hitting the shore. Each strike fed into the next, creating a combination that could overwhelm even stronger opponents.
"Not bad for an old bald guy," 18 commented from the beach house.
Krillin grinned. "Old? I'm just getting warmed up."
---
Tien had always been Mr. Discipline, and Buu's defeat just made him more focused. He and Chiaotzu disappeared into the mountains to train in isolation.
One morning, Tien stood on a cliff edge in deep meditation, all three eyes closed. Chiaotzu floated beside him, small hands glowing with psychic energy.
"Balance," Tien said quietly. "Power, speed, precision. Master one, you're incomplete. Master all three..."
"And push beyond limits," Chiaotzu added in his soft voice.
They developed a combination technique—Tien's Tri-Beam guided by Chiaotzu's telekinesis. Each blast struck exactly where it needed to, demonstrating their bond and shared determination.
"We've come far since the Crane School days," Tien reflected.
"And we'll go further," Chiaotzu replied with quiet confidence.
---
Yamcha had always been the underdog. After Buu, he went back to baseball, finding comfort in the simple rules of the game. But the warrior's fire still burned.
After a particularly brutal game, he found himself in the desert under moonlight, working through his Wolf Fang Fist. Something felt off, incomplete.
"Same old techniques," he muttered. "Time for an upgrade."
Drawing on everything he'd learned fighting alongside the others, Yamcha created the "Lunar Howl"—a ki shockwave that mimicked a wolf's howl, disorienting enemies and setting them up for follow-up attacks.
Even Yajirobe got dragged into improvement. Back at Korin's Tower, the cat wasn't letting him just eat and sleep.
"You've got potential," Korin said, tossing him a senzu bean. "Stop wasting it."
"I'm just a guy with a sword," Yajirobe complained.
"Then be the best guy with a sword." (Well Thats Impossible Theres Trunks lmaoo)
Reluctantly, Yajirobe developed the "Bean Bomb"—senzu beans infused with ki that exploded on impact. Unconventional? Absolutely. Effective? Hell yes.
---
The sun hung high over Mount Paozu, filtering through the forest canopy in golden shafts. Goku and Goten were going at it under a massive tree, the kid in Super Saiyan throwing everything he had while Goku flowed around the attacks in base form.
"Come on, Dad!" Goten's golden aura flickered with effort. "You're not even trying!"
"Still got a ways to go, son!"
Suddenly, Goku's expression changed. His eyes sharpened and he caught Goten's fist mid-swing.
"Hold up. Someone's coming."
A familiar figure dropped from the sky—Gohan, wearing a simple gi instead of his usual clothes. He adjusted his glasses with a slight smile.
"Big brother!" Goten lit up.
"Hey, Gohan. Thought you were in the city with some project."
"Finished it." Gohan's expression grew serious. "That's why I'm here. I need to talk to you."
The mood shifted instantly. Goten powered down, sensing something heavy coming.
"I've been thinking about the Buu situation," Gohan continued. "If I hadn't gotten rusty during those seven years... maybe things wouldn't have gotten so bad. Maybe people wouldn't have died."
His voice cracked slightly. Goku stepped forward and gripped his shoulder.
"Stop right there. The only people to blame are the bastards who caused the mess. You were living your life, which is what you deserved after Cell. Don't beat yourself up."
Gohan looked up with new determination. "I know. But I want to train again. Seriously this time. I already talked to Mom—she's not happy, but she agreed as long as I keep up with school."
Goku's grin could have lit up the entire forest. "What about you, Goten?"
"Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this!"
They moved to a clearing, ki flattening the grass. Gohan and Goku faced off while Goten bounced on the sidelines.
"Alright, Gohan. Show me you mean it."
Both transformed to Super Saiyan, golden auras blazing. Goten joined in, and suddenly they were moving—fists and feet colliding with thunderous impacts.
"Not bad!" Goku called out. "But you're holding back!"
"Am I?"
Gohan's hair lengthened as he hit Super Saiyan 2, electricity crackling around his aura. The ground cracked beneath his feet.
"Now we're talking!"
Goku matched the transformation, and they clashed again at speeds that left Goten struggling to keep up.
"Don't forget about me!" the youngest Saiyan shouted, pouring everything into staying relevant.
They fought until sunset, pushing each other to new heights. When they finally powered down, all three were exhausted but grinning.
"Thanks, Dad."
"Anytime, Gohan. You've still got it in you."
"Next time I'll keep up with both of you!" Goten declared.
Goku ruffled his hair. "I'm counting on it."
---
The gravity chamber at Capsule Corp hummed under 2,000 times Earth's gravity. Inside, Vegeta sat cross-legged in Super Saiyan 2, sweat beading on his forehead as he meditated.
Meditation wasn't his thing, but almost losing his family to Buu had changed his perspective. Slightly.
"Raw power isn't enough," he thought. "Kakarot always has something else, some edge I'm missing. If I'm going to surpass him..."
His mind drifted to their battles, even after he himself gave up the number 1 spot—Frieza, Cell, Buu. Every time, Goku had found a way to stay one step ahead. It wasn't just power; it was adaptability, innovation, something Vegeta's pride had always resisted.
"I won't accept this," he growled. "Whatever it takes."
Later, he found himself in Bulma's lab, surrounded by her usual chaos of gadgets and half-finished inventions.
"Well, this is new," Bulma said, not looking up from her work. "Prince Broody needs something?"
"Don't call me that. I need your help."
That got her attention. Vegeta asking for help was like seeing a unicorn.
"With what?"
"I've hit a wall. No matter how hard I train, the gains are minimal. Analyze my physiology. There has to be a way to accelerate my development."
Bulma leaned back, smirking. "The great Vegeta wants a shortcut?"
"This isn't a shortcut. It's strategy."
She pulled up his biological data on various screens. "I've been studying Saiyan biology. Here's the thing—you guys grow stronger when training with rivals. Your bodies feed off each other's energy. That's probably why Goku's so strong; he's always fighting someone new."
Vegeta's scowl deepened. "I don't need others to—"
"You asked for a solution. There it is."
He stood there, jaw clenched, then turned and walked out without a word.
A month passed. Vegeta trained alone, relentlessly, but Bulma's words haunted him. The idea that he needed a rival, that he couldn't do this solo, went against everything he believed. But there was only one person who could push him the way he needed.
One evening, he found himself at Goku's house, standing in the peaceful countryside. He knocked, scowling at his own actions.
Goten opened the door, eyes wide. "Vegeta? What are you doing here?"
Goku appeared, scratching his head with a confused smile. "Hey. What's up?"
Vegeta took a breath, pride warring with desperation. "Kakarot. No... Goku. We need to talk."
Goku blinked at the use of his Earth name. "Sure. What's on your mind?"
"I need to fight you. Every day. No holding back."
Goku's face lit up. "Sparring?"
"Not sparring like you do with your brats. Fighting. Constantly, relentlessly, until I surpass you."
"Sounds great! I've been looking for something different."
They flew off into the night, leaving Goten staring after them. They landed in a remote wasteland under the moon's cold light.
"No distractions," Vegeta said. "Just us."
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
They powered up, the ground cracking beneath their feet.
"Don't hold back," Vegeta warned. "If you do, I'll crush you."
"That's not something you need to worry about."
They launched at each other without another word, fists meeting with a shockwave that rippled across the landscape. Starting in base form, they were already moving at incredible speeds, every strike meant to push the other past their limits.
Goku flowed like water, offense and defense blending seamlessly. He opened with a Kamehameha Barrage—rapid energy blasts that forced Vegeta to dodge and weave.
"That all you've got?" Vegeta taunted.
Goku's hands moved in a blur, firing his Twin Dragon Shot—two spiraling energy beams that twisted through the air like serpents. Vegeta deflected one and barely dodged the other.
"You'll have to do better."
The battle escalated quickly. Goku used an invisible Kiai wave to slam Vegeta backward, then followed up with his Inner Flame technique—superheating his aura to create a blast of searing heat.
Vegeta wouldn't be outdone. His Galick Gun roared toward Goku like purple lightning. Goku crossed his arms and took the hit, sliding back but maintaining his guard.
"My turn," Vegeta snarled, firing his Final Burst Cannon—a rapid series of energy blasts that lit up the night. One caught Goku's shoulder, burning through his gi.
They transformed to Super Saiyan simultaneously, golden auras blazing. The landscape began reshaping itself under the force of their battle.
"You're still holding back!" Vegeta accused.
"Am I?"
Goku's smile faded as he focused completely. This wasn't a game—Vegeta needed this, and holding back would be an insult.
Both ascended to Super Saiyan 2, lightning crackling around their auras. The ground crumbled, mountains in the distance began to shake.
Goku became a whirlwind of martial arts—karate chops flowing into kung fu combinations, then shifting to capoeira spins and wrestling grapples. Vegeta matched him with his own brutal Saiyan fighting style mixed with kickboxing techniques.
The shockwaves of their battle reached the other Z-fighters. Gohan paused mid-training, eyes wide.
"That's Dad and Vegeta... but this is different. They're really going all out."
"I've never felt power like this!" Goten exclaimed.
"They might be stronger than Kid Buu now," Piccolo observed grimly.
"I hate those guys," Tien muttered.
Despite Vegeta's fury, Goku's superior technique began to show. His hybrid fighting style kept Vegeta constantly adapting, always one step behind.
"Still holding back!" Vegeta roared.
"Alright," Goku said, his aura beginning to shift. "You want everything? Here it is."
His hair flowed down his back as he ascended to Super Saiyan 3. The transformation was controlled, effortless, and the power was staggering. The ground fractured completely, the air itself seeming to vibrate.
"Finally!" Vegeta shouted, equal parts excited and frustrated.
"This is everything I've got, Vegeta. Keep up."
Everyone sensed it. The planet itself seemed to tremble under Goku's full power.
"This is insane," Gohan whispered.
"Dad's incredible!" Goten cheered.
"Beyond anything I've ever felt," Piccolo said in awe(uhm Vegito?).
Vegeta stared at his rival with a mixture of rage, respect, and determination. The gap was still there, maybe even wider than before. But he had been the one to push Goku to this level.
"So this is your true power," Vegeta said through gritted teeth. "Fine. I'll surpass this too. Count on it."
"I'm waiting," Goku replied with absolute confidence. "You're the only one who can push me this far."