"Come on, Boxers, put some muscle into it!" Goku urged his youngest son. Boxers went to his knees as he breathed heavily. Goku was wearing a version of his outfit back when he was a boy. Boxers was wearing an outfit that was similar to Goku's old orange outfit only it was a blue jumpsuit with an orange undershirt. Goku, Boxers, Goten, and Trunks were training for the tournament. Bulma was reading an inventor's magazine. They were waiting for everyone else to come so they can travel to the Tournament together.

"I'm *puff* trying, Dad." Boxers insisted as he got back up. "But, it would be a lot easier if I went Super Saiyan."

"You know the rules." Goten said as he was stretching. "No going Super Saiyan during the Tournament."

"Aww man! How can I fight a good fight, if I can't go at my most powerful! I know that I'm supposed to throw the match if necessary but come'on! It's not like anyone will believe that I was one of the golden warriors! The Cell Games were way before I was born!" Boxers screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Consider yourself lucky you get to fight us period." Trunks said, "Remember the last tournament, Goten?"

"Yeah, we had to fight weak kids our age." Goten recollected, "Had to hold back all the time. That was bad. Kinda fun when we passed outselves off as 'Mighty Mask." Goten chuckled and then frowned. "Of course, having you on my shoulders was the worst part."

"That's right." Bulma realized, "Boxers will have to fight adults this time. What happened to the Junior Division?"

"Hercule canceled it after realizing how powerful kids can be." Trunks answered remembering the time he nearly broke Hercule's jaw with one punch in the last Tournament.

"You can say it again!" Yamcha replied as he, Tomata, and a little boy flew down.

"Yamcha! Tomata!" Goku greeted as Yamcha, Tomata, and the little boy landed next to him.

"Goku, long time no see." Tomata said as she shook hands with her fellow Saiyan. "I'd like you to meet, little Orang." A little boy came up from behind Tomata's legs. He was a smaller image of Yamcha back when he was first fighting in the tournament. "Orang, this is Goku. Your namesake."

"Hello." Orang said in a very small voice.

"Whoa, you're not letting this kid fight are you?" Goten asked as he looked down, "How old are you?"

Orang counted his fingers and said, "I'm four."

"Four?" Boxers repeated, "Hope you're tough." **Man, this kid is going to fight? With Pan, this will be weird.**

"I am." Orang insisted.

"Yeah, the junior division was a pain when I was a kid." Goten said as he came up to Orang. The boy felt somewhat strong but he was obviously scared. He acted like Goten back when he was his age. Goten wanted to test his power. "Hey, kid, punch me."

"Punch you?" Orang asked wide-eyed at the much taller man. His father had always warned him about taking dares of hitting people. The man wasn't dressed like a warrior with his blue jeans and shirt that said 'Goten' on it. Orang didn't want to put him in the hospital like that last person.

"Yeah."

"But... I could hurt you." Orang muttered fearfully, "Mommy and Daddy always warn me about hitting strangers. I could kill them. I don't want to be a mudderer!"

"Murderer." Yamcha corrected as he patted the boy.

Goten face faulted and Tomata told her son, "Don't worry, Orang, Goten is much stronger than most people. You can hit him as hard as you like."

"Go ahead, son. Hit your hardest." Yamcha insisted.

"This I have to see." Boxers said as he took out a small bottle of juice.

The young boy looked up at his parents. They seemed very confident in the man's power. And if his parents didn't mind then it would be safe to hit him. "Okay." Orang muttered as he drew back his fist and struck Goten's jaw hard.

**KAPOW!**

"Goten!" Trunks exclaimed as he flew after him.

"Oops." Orang muttered as he clasped his hands over his mouth. "I did it again." **Oh no! I'll be grounded for a year and I won't get to fight in the Tournament!** Orang thought in fear.

"Don't worry, son." Yamcha said, "Goten's tough. He'll be fine."

"I'm sorry!" Orang wailed, "I didn't mean to hit him that hard!"

"That was so cool!" Boxers said, "A little kid sending him off like that!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" The ten-year-old fell off of his seat and hugged his sides. He loved it when Goten got embarrassed and a little four-year-old beating up a super saiyan teenager was enough.

"You think so?" Orang wondered when Gohan, Videl, and a little girl flew up with Goten in Gohan's arms. Trunks was following just behind them.

"Hey, Dad, can you not send Goten out so far when you knock him out?" Gohan asked as he put Goten down.

"That wasn't me." Goku replied as he pointed to Orang. "This boy did it."

"Huh?" Gohan gawked at the little boy. He knew that he and Goten haven't been training as hard as his father but how could a little boy knock out Goten? "You?"

"I'm sorry." Orang muttered, "Daddy told me to give it all I had."

"That's okay." Goten said as he got up with Dragon Balls circling his head. He stumbled around for a minute before clearing his head. **A four-year-old just conked me out. I hope I don't have to fight him in the Tournament.**

"You're one strong kid." Gohan complimented, "Even stronger than me when I was your age."

"Gohan!" Tomata greeted as she came up and looked at the former warrior. "I see that being a scholar hasn't changed your build that much." She observed.

"Thanks." Gohan said as the little girl came up. "Tomata, Yamcha, this is Pan, my daughter."

"Hi!" Pan waved.

"Daughter?!" Yamcha and Tomata exclaimed at once.

"Whoa... you mean... that..." Yamcha looked down at Pan and said, "You're a grandpa, Goku?"

"Yeah." Goku picked up his granddaughter and rubbed her head with great vigor. "Such a great fighter at a young age, just like her parents."

Yamcha shook his head grinning widely. "Wow. You, a grandfather... you just don't seem like the grandfatherly type."

"And not only that but our son is as old as your granddaughter." Tomata pointed out, "That's frightening."

"That's the way things are." Goku sighed as he introduced, "Panny, this is Orang, Tomata, and Yamcha."

Pan got out of her grandfather's arms and went up to Orang. "Hi! I'm Pan!" She looked behind Orang and asked, "Where did you get the monkey tail?"

"Monkey tail?" Gohan repeated when he looked over at Orang to see a long monkey tail unravel itself from Orang's waist and waved at him. "Gah!"

"He has a tail?" Goku repeated as he looked at the boy. "Well... so you do!"

"I thought I could let him keep it until he doesn't want one anymore. Besides, with the moon still gone, there's no chance that he will lose control if he accidentally looks at a full moon." Tomata explained.

"Monkey boy!" Pan exclaimed as she grabbed Orang's tail.

"Hey! Don't touch!" Orang screamed as he ran off.

"Let me touch!" Pan insisted as she chased him.

"No!!!"

"Please!"

The two kids flew off in a pair of blurs. Tomata yelled, "Just come back in time for the Tournament!!!"

"At least I see another trait Orang inherited from me." Yamcha laughed as he gaze up at the sky. "Oh boy. Some things never change."

"Tell me about it." Tomata sighed as she looked at Videl and Gohan again. "So... did either of you hear about Vegita?"

"I heard rumors about a Golden Warrior beating up bad guys." Gohan replied, "But that was it."

"At least he's on this planet." Tomata figured, "Unless he left."

"Not a chance." Trunks said, "If Dad wanted to leave, the only spaceship available is the one at Capsule Corps and that one isn't stolen."

"Have you seen him?" Tomata asked anxiously.

"Sometimes. If I go off alone and in the middle of nowhere, he would come. He never told me where he will be but he just tells me that if I need him, just go off alone and power up. Kinda handy having a dad who can sense where you are." Trunks commented as he glanced at Goku. "Two fathers."

Goku grinned hesitantly. "Well... I do know one thing. This Tournament is sure to lure Vegita. He wouldn't miss an opportunity to fight me or Tomata."

"Or me." Boxers said, "He might want to kill me."

"He won't." Goku insisted, "Look, I know Vegita, he won't kill you because that will disqualify him from the Tournament forever. He will want to fight me and Tomata so he won't risk the chance of being disqualified."

"I know... I know..." Boxers muttered. He knew for a very long time that he was an 'illegitimate' child. It was no secret from him about how he was conceived. His parents wanted him to know the truth to avoid the chance of him finding out later by accident. It didn't bother him as much as most people would think. His older half-brothers loved him and defended him when he was bullied. They trained him and taught him everything he knew. "Look, I'm going off to the Tournament ahead of you guys. May I leave?"

"Sure, son." Goku said, "We'll meet you there. Say 'hi' to Hercule for me."

"Will do, Dad."

"Just make sure not to eat the place out when you get there." Bulma advised as she went up and hugged him. "And if you see Vegita, just don't make him mad."

"Mom." Boxers groaned as he put two fingers on his forehead and vanished.

"Showoff." Goten muttered under his breath.

Yamcha's and Tomata's jaws dropped in unison. "Boxers can teleport?!" Yamcha exclaimed, "Wow. I thought only you can do that, Goku."

"Nah. Boxers worked for over a year to get that right." Goku explained, "In fact, he's working on as many techniques as possible. He's been working almost as hard as Pan are. They are both working very hard for this Tournament."

"Sounds like this will be one fun Tournament." Tomata said, "What about you, Trunks, Goten? Are you two training hard?"

"Well..." Trunks muttered as he and Goten looked uncomfortably at each other. "I have been busy with business..."

"We're strong enough to handle ourselves." Goten added on.

"You were knocked out of the park by a four-year-old." Yamcha said as he pointed to Orang.

"I wasn't ready." Goten defended himself. "I underestimated the kid's power level."

"Rule number one: Never underestimate a foe." Bulma explained, "You should know that by now. Most foes would underestimate you when you were much younger but now, you lost that advantage."

*****

Mr. Satan was doing his usual business of preparing for the Tournament. He was anxious about what will happen. Goku and the others warriors told him that they would let him win this time to avoid getting caught for a reasonable fee. However, he didn't know what would happen with Vegita. In the last Tournament, Vegita came up and literally destroyed a good part of the tournament grounds and killed many people. Vegita is obviously not the type who could be bought like Eighteen and the others and he didn't have any ties to Hercule like Goku and Gohan. His best hope was that Mr. Buu would defeat Vegita before it was too late. He was exiting his office when a young boy literally popped out of nowhere in front of him. Hercule's heart nearly jumped out of his chest and the warrior held his hand over his heart. "DON'T DO THAT, BOY!" Hercule exclaimed as he breathed heavilly. **This boy nearly gave me a heart attack! How can every kid with this 'Saiyan' blood get stronger and stronger?** He thought anxiously.

Boxers put his hand behind his head embarrassed. It seemed like that every time he teleported, he would scare some unexpecting person. "Sorry, Herc, but I thought I could just pop in." Boxers joked as he grinned, "So, did Vegita came yet?"

"Not that I know of, kid. But... I did hear about some very strong warriors around here." Mr. Satan replied, "I'll keep an eye out for him."

"Thanks, Herc." Boxers waved as he walked off.

"Wait!" Boxers paused and looked behind him. Hercule looked around and whispered, "How powerful do you think Vegita is now?"

Boxers frowned and whispered back, "No clue. But, Vegita has been known to get very powerful when he was mad and he will be mad at me. If I fight him, I'll do my best but you better hope that Mr. Buu had trained hard." The boy winked and walked off leaving a very nervous Hercule behind. No one, except for possibly Goku knew that Mr. Buu had been gradually getting weaker over the years. It wasn't age since Mr. Buu was over thousands of years old and to him a decade is like a month to a normal human. Mr. Buu had been training for Vegita but he wasn't sure if he was a match for Vegita anymore. Goku told him that there could be another reason for Mr. Buu's gradual power loss and there would be nothing to worry about.

*****

In the dark shadows, a man stood there as he watched the boy walked off. He could feel his stomach turn and his heart pound in anger. The boy was identical to Kakarot but with his mother's hair and eyes. The boy even seemed to mimic some of Kakarot's annoying traits. That even made him far angrier at the boy than before.

"Daddy?" A little blond girl with a tight ponytail came up to him. She was small with dark eyes. Her outfit was as cute pink shirt with the word 'badgirl' with purple shorts. If it weren't for the determined look in her eyes, she would've been very cute. "Daddy, I get to fight?"

"Of course, Yasia." Vegita cooed as he picked up his daughter and adjusted her hair. "I can't have my princess denied of her first Tournament. Did you practice your moves?"

"Uh huh. *aaaahhhh...*" Yasia gasped as she held her nose. She dropped out of Vegita's arms and kept her hand on her nose.

"Oh shit." Vegita muttered as he took out a pepper shaker. He was hoping that Yasia wouldn't expose herself before the Tournament begins. The sneezes are a wild card for the girl. If the fighters know about her secret, they would be better prepared. He wanted to see the look on the other warriors' faces when she transforms in a battle.

"*achoo*!" The girl sneezed and transformed into a blond eight-foot-ape. The ape roared scaring the other fighters.

"A monsterous ape!" A fighter screamed as he ran away.

The Announcer looked at the giant blond ape and moaned, "Not another kid who can transform into a giant ape. I am getting too old for this."

Then, the ape smashed the wall with its massive fists. The Announcer ran off to get his special safety equiptment. Many fighters looked up at the ape and ran away deciding not to compete. A few fainted on the spot in horror.

Vegita, used to the transformation, just sighed and hover up to the ape's eye level. "Come here, Yasia." Vegita said as he took out the pepper and shook it on the ape's snout. "Why does she have to inherit her mother's sneezes?" He grumbled.

The ape sneezed again and in a poof of smoke changed back to a young blond girl. "I did it again?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, but you did no damage. Just do it when you're fighting. Can't let anyone know about your special gift." Vegita advised. He grinned evilly. "We will win this Tournament and defeat Kakarot, Salid, and that blue haired brat."

End?

How's that for an ending? I bet that you are wondering which ending I will use if and when I do sequels. I might do both. They both have such interesting possibilities.

*Whew* After many months, I'm finally done with this fic. This is one of the first multichapter fics that I finally finished. I'd like to thank all the people who made this possible.

I'd like to thank the persistant reviewers who asked for more.

I'd like to thank all the betareaders who had been betareading my work, especially nutnatz who had been truthful.





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