A/N: To support me, pls donate and subscribe
Paypal: bit.ly/kaioshinpaypal
Patreon: patreon.com/KAIOSHIN
YouTube channel: Kaioshin Theorizer
youtube.com/@kaioshintheoriesandanalysi7427
______________________________________________
🔞Insert GIFs and Images Here - Put Here Hanabi Hyuuga best pictures and Gifs!🔞
(Point of View – Ethan.)
SHUUUSH
The wind sliced through the air as Ethan landed softly in the Sacred Temple courtyard. The seven dragon balls shone with a mesmerizing golden light, arranged in a perfect circle on the marble floor.
"It's time, my friend," he whispered, raising his hands toward the starry sky. "Shenlong, I summon you!"
BROOOM
In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, with black clouds swirling in a spiral. A golden flash tore through the clouds and – VUUUSH – the enormous dragon emerged, its scales glistening like living emeralds.
"STATE YOUR WISHES, MORTAL."
Ethan swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "Shenlong, please… bring Kuririn back to life!"
The dragon's eyes sparkled like rubies. "THIS IS NOTHING FOR ME. YOUR WISH IS GRANTED."
FLASH
A circle of light formed on the ground and – POP – Kuririn was resurrected, blinking in confusion.
"Dude… what kind of trip was that?" he murmured, running a hand over his shiny bald head.
"Welcome back, buddy!" Ethan embraced his friend, tears in his eyes.
"WHAT IS YOUR SECOND WISH?"
"I don't need anything else, Shenlong. Thank you!"
WHOOSH
The dragon vanished in a flash of light, with the dragon balls scattering to the four corners of the Earth.
"Come on, there are some folks crazy to see you," Ethan grinned, tapping his forehead with two fingers.
BZZT
In an instant, they materialized at Capsule Corporation. Eight beautiful women turned at once – Gina, Bulma, Tights, Violet, Panchy, Chi-Chi, Fasha, and Towa – all with radiant smiles on their faces.
"DAD!" three childish voices shouted in unison. Bardock Jr., Lingie, and Noudel ran to embrace their father, while Mirai watched with a calm smile, typical of her more reserved nature.
"I thought I'd lost you forever," Gina whispered, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her husband.
"Hey, you're gonna need more than a crazy Namek to take me down," Ethan joked, though his voice trembled slightly.
BEEP BEEP
The dragon radar on the table began beeping frantically. Everyone froze.
"Already?" Bulma frowned, rushing to the computer. "The dragon balls shouldn't be active this early…"
A shiver ran down Ethan's spine. Outside, dark clouds were beginning to form…
"Protect the children," he ordered, his ki beginning to pulse. "This can only mean one thing…"
On the horizon, a purple glow started to grow.
Once again, Fuu appeared, injecting his malevolent energy into the dragon balls.
Whoosh!
Shoooosh!
In a flash, Ethan teleported to where Fuu was – though he arrived without his mastered Ultra Instinct mode.
Fuu adjusted his glasses and smiled.
"Too late," he said, as a crack in space shattered into several fragments, the dragon balls began to glow blue and spread out.
Tumk! Tumk!
Over time the dragon ball's glow returned to normal, but I knew that this was only the beginning. The shadow dragons would appear at some point.
WHOOSH!
The icy wind cut across my face as I watched the dragon balls scatter across the dark sky. Each one left behind a trail of bluish energy, like comets corrupted by Fuu's magic.
"What the hell did you do, you lunatic?" I shouted, my ki exploding around me.
Fuu only gave that familiar irritating little laugh. "Let's just say… I upgraded the balls. You'll find out soon enough."
CRACK!
Before I could catch him, he vanished into a dimensional portal, leaving only the echo of his laughter hanging in the air.
"DAMN IT!"
POW!
My fist shattered the ground, causing the concrete to crack like a spider's web. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I couldn't afford to lose my head now.
BZZT!
I teleported back to Capsule Corporation. Everyone was tense, waiting for news.
"So, what's up?" Kuririn asked, his eyes wide.
"Fuu messed with the dragon balls," I replied, running a hand over my face. "I have no idea what that lunatic pulled off, but it's not looking good."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
(Point of View – Piccolo Jr.)
I barely felt the weight of this new world on my shoulders when the memories of Piccolo Daimao invaded my mind, as intense as thunder in a cloudy sky. It was as if, in the blink of an eye, I had inherited not only flesh and blood, but also the pain, the fury, and the longing for something I barely understood. Every image, every sensation, hit me with the force of a "CRASH!" reverberating deep inside, a call for vengeance I still couldn't explain.
"Why me?" I thought, as Fuu's rhythmic strikes filled the air. The old mentor, his gaze mixing disdain with a strange affection, circled around me, fine-tuning each of my movements with surgical precision. "You need to master that fury, kid," he murmured, as if his words were seeds thrown onto a fertile field of resentment. Yet, no matter how much he insisted, doubt gnawed at me: if I never truly knew my father, what was real about this thirst for retaliation?
While training with Fuu to surpass Son Ethan – a name that echoed like a distant challenge, almost a ghostly whisper – every blow I struck seemed to open a door to a past I never lived, but that somehow belonged to me. "PAM! PAM!" The rhythmic sound of our clashes blended with the pounding of my racing heart. With each beat, a memory surfaced: a flash of fury, a glimpse of courage, and sometimes, a hint of inexplicable sadness.
I recalled hazy images, fragments of epic battles, the hardened face of a man who, though absent, left his mark on every fiber of my being. He fought, he suffered – and even in death, his presence was a constant shadow stretching over my training. "You are the sum of all he was, but also of all he wasn't," Fuu's voice echoed, laden with irony and a silent portent. Every strike I delivered to the training bag made a "THWACK!" sound resonate, as if the universe itself was affirming my destiny.
As my muscles trembled and adrenaline poured, an insistent question invaded my thoughts: why this thirst for vengeance, when the man who sparked this feeling was a stranger – a distant hero whose words were as cold as the metal of the stars? Fuu, with his enigmatic expression, seemed to understand the whirlwind I was facing. "You haven't yet learned to decipher what is legacy and what is burden," he said, his eyes glinting with an almost somber light. "Sometimes, the truth doesn't come from who you know, but from what you feel."
In the heat of the battle, the sounds of our training – the "SWISH!" of ki bursts, the "BOOM!" of impacts against an invisible barrier – composed a symphony marking the pace of my transformation. Each impact reminded me of the weight of expectations, of the destiny charted by a father I barely knew but who now defined me. It was a fight against time, against the very essence pulsing in my veins—a battle within where hatred and doubt waged war.
As Fuu guided me through increasingly complex movements, trying to elevate my potential to the level of Son Ethan, I wondered if this fury, this desire to redress an injustice I couldn't even explain, was truly what he wanted from me. "Should I really seek vengeance, or am I just trying to fill a void that I'll never understand?" The question echoed like a whisper deep within my soul, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of our strikes.
Every drop of sweat that trickled down my forehead seemed to carry the memory of a lost past. When the impact of my next blow resounded—"CRACK!"—I felt a surge of memories that nearly knocked me down. My father, with his booming voice and piercing gaze, seemed to demand something I still couldn't define. And, for a brief moment, the void filled with an intense light, as if from the depths of that abyss a response emerged before I could grasp it.
Fuu, ever attentive, interrupted my reverie. "Don't overthink it, kid. The answer will come in time, and when it does, you'll know exactly what to do." His words, a mix of impatience and compassion, served as both comfort and a cruel reminder that to surpass Son Ethan, I would need to face not only the enemy but also the ghosts dwelling in my own mind.
And so, amidst the rhythmic sounds of our training and the constant hum of doubt in my head, I began to realize that my quest for vengeance wasn't merely an instinctive reaction to loss. It was, above all, a journey to understand who I truly was. The anger, the fury, and even the urge to kill—everything mixed into a storm of emotions, as wild as the very power surging through my veins.
"Man, my head's such a mess," I thought, as the echo of each punch, each "BAM!" and every "WHOOOSH!" resounded in a scene where time seemed to stretch, suspended between past and future. The memories of my father were like shards of shining glass—cutting yet precious—reflecting a truth I still couldn't decipher. Perhaps vengeance was just a pretext, a way to fill the void his absence left behind.
As the training continued, Fuu watched with an enigmatic smile, and I, in the silence of my own mind, vowed that one day I would understand the true reason behind this burning desire. Son Ethan was just another obstacle, a name lost in the vastness of a destiny I needed, above all, to discover on my own.
And so, with my heart pounding like a war drum, I kept fighting—not only against bodies and blows, but against the very essence of what it meant to be the heir of such a grand yet uncertain legacy. Every "THWACK!" of a punch, every "SWOOSH!" of released ki, was a step toward a destiny I had yet to build, in the hope that, in the end, the truth about my father and about myself would emerge from behind the fog of doubt.
In the heat of that moment, as the sounds of training blended with the rapid rhythm of my thoughts, I knew the road would be long and arduous. Yet somehow, the anger—the very anger that drove me to seek a vengeance I barely understood—was also the spark that would ignite the flame of a new era. An era in which I, Piccolo Jr., would finally decide what to do with the legacy of a father I never got to embrace, but who, in some way, would never abandon me.