Chapter Title: Alone in the Stars

  The silence of the wreckage felt suffocating, the only sound the eerie hum of the stars above. Gogeta stood over the fallen Celestials, his fists trembling as he stared at the bodies, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his emotions felt unbearable, yet he didn’t have time to process it all. Vale and Ryo—his fleeting companions, gone in an instant. Their bodies lay lifeless, the harsh reality sinking in with each passing second.

  He trembled as he slowly bent down to gather them, his mind spiraling. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to win. They were supposed to make it out of this together. His hands shook as he carefully lifted Vale’s body, the blood staining his fingertips. He placed her gently beside Ryo, his throat tight as he looked at them both. For all his power, for all his rage, he couldn’t bring them back. He couldn’t save them.

  The cold void of space stretched out around him, mocking him. He could still hear Vale's voice in his mind, urging him to keep fighting, but now... she was gone. His heart clenched, and for a moment, he felt the full weight of the loss.

  He forced himself to stand, his body heavy with grief. The mission wasn't over. He had to get out of here. He had to honor their fight, even if he didn't understand what it truly meant. His eyes, filled with tears he refused to let fall, turned toward the wreckage of the ship.

  He wasn’t even sure how to pilot the damn thing, but he had to try. He needed to leave. He didn’t know how, but he had to go home.

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  It wasn’t long before the Saiyan guards arrived, their ships landing with a suddenness that jolted Gogeta from his thoughts. They stepped out, weapons at the ready, eyes scanning the desolate scene. But when they saw him—a small, seven-year-old child standing amid the carnage—their expressions froze.

  “Who... is this?” one of them murmured under his breath, eyes wide as they locked onto Gogeta’s trembling form. Their gazes shifted to the Celestial bodies, their disbelief palpable.

  "Did... did this kid beat them?" another guard whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. “A child… beat a Celestial? How?”

  The guards exchanged glances, their hands shaking as they approached the bodies, cautiously lifting them up. Their faces were twisted in shock, and one of them turned to Gogeta, clearly struggling to comprehend the scene.

  “Kid, you…” one of the officers stammered, “What... what happened here?”

  Gogeta didn’t respond right away. His head was down, his mind a storm of rage, sorrow, and confusion. He felt the weight of the bodies in his hands. Vale, Ryo, and the others—they were gone. The pain of loss threatened to consume him, but he shoved it down, locking it away.

  He lifted his head slowly, his voice a raw whisper. “I… couldn’t save them. They… died. Because of me.”

  The officer didn’t know how to respond to that, but the words seemed to hang in the air. The others carried the Celestial bodies to their ship in silence, their movements tense, unsure of what to make of the child before them.

  Gogeta turned to walk toward the ship, his footsteps slow. He didn’t know how to pilot the damn thing, but he wasn’t about to admit that. He needed to get back to the Saiyan planet. He had to.

  Inside the ship, Gogeta found a seat, but his mind kept replaying the final moments of Vale . Her last words I did that for you, her pain, the way she fell. He couldn’t shake it. He slammed his fist down on the console, frustration and anger overwhelming him once more.

  “Damn it...” His voice cracked, and he wiped at his eyes quickly, furious at himself for even showing weakness.

  One of the guards, a grizzled older Saiyan, stepped forward, his voice calm and measured. “Kid… You’re going to be okay. You’re strong. You’ve got potential. More than any of us.”

  Gogeta looked up, his eyes burning with a fury that would not be extinguished. “I’m not okay. I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t save anyone. I’m just a kid…”

  The officer nodded slowly, his face full of understanding. “You may be young, but you’ve already shown the kind of strength we rarely see in a lifetime. The strength of a legend. The Asraioth Kingdom needs warriors like you. You’re a rare breed.”

  Gogeta clenched his fists, still feeling the fury gnawing at him. “I don’t care about being a legend. I just want them back.”

  The officer sighed. “You’ll learn, kid. The weight of the universe, the loss... it doesn’t get easier. But it makes you stronger. You’ll understand one day.”

  “Maybe,” Gogeta muttered, leaning back in the chair, his eyes closing. The emptiness gnawed at him, but there was nothing more he could do. His head swirled with thoughts of his father, of the future he hadn’t asked for, but now had to accept.

  The guards exchanged a few glances but didn’t push him further. They understood that this was a moment of loss, not for them to fix, but for Gogeta to work through in his own way.

  “Prepare for takeoff,” another officer called out. “We’re heading to the Saiyan planet.”

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  As the ship ascended, Gogeta gazed out at the endless expanse of stars. The weight of what had just happened settled on his shoulders, but he refused to let it break him. Vale and Ryo’s sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain.

  This was just the beginning.

  And when he arrived on the Saiyan planet, everything would change.

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  End of Chapter

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  The massive docking station of the Asraioth Kingdom buzzed with energy as the ship made its descent. Hundreds of Saiyans, from cadets to elite warriors, stood in anticipation, their eyes locked on the sky. The air crackled with excitement—Gogeta had returned.

  A low hum filled the atmosphere as the ship pierced through the clouds, its metal hull gleaming against the golden horizon. The engines roared, sending waves of heat rippling across the landing zone. As the vessel slowed, stabilizers hissed, and blue energy pulsated beneath it, creating an aura of controlled power. Dust swirled, whipping through the crowd as the ship made its final approach. The ground trembled slightly as the landing pads extended, and with a deep, mechanical hiss, the ship settled onto the reinforced docking platform.

  Silence followed. A thick, heavy silence, the kind that precedes a defining moment.

  Then, the hatch hissed open. Steam vented out, clouding the entrance for a brief second before dispersing, revealing a lone figure standing at the threshold.

  Gogeta.

  He took a step forward, his boots clicking against the metal ramp. His body tensed involuntarily as he felt the weight of thousands of gazes upon him. Saiyans, young and old, stared in awe, their expressions a mix of admiration and curiosity. He could feel their energy, their raw battle instincts sizing him up, testing him without a single word being spoken.

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  The atmosphere was suffocating. The sheer presence of so many powerful warriors made his body instinctively brace itself. His muscles tightened, his breathing deepened. He was no stranger to battle, but this... this was different. This wasn’t an enemy he could simply fight—this was home. And home had expectations.

  Before he could react further, a blur of motion cut through the crowd. A powerful force slammed into him, wrapping around him in a fierce embrace.

  “My son!”

  Bumma’s voice cracked, her grip unrelenting as she clung to him. Gogeta barely had time to process it before he felt warmth spreading through his chest—a warmth he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. She held him tight, as if afraid that if she let go, he would vanish again.

  His breath hitched. His arms trembled before instinct took over, and he hugged her back. Hard. His vision blurred as he buried his face into her shoulder, fists clenching against the fabric of her battle-worn attire. He had survived brutal training, blood-soaked missions, and near-death experiences. But here, in this moment, he was just a son reunited with his mother.

  Bumma pulled back slightly, cupping his face, her emerald eyes glistening. “You will get stronger, Gogeta.” Her voice was firm but filled with so much love it almost shattered him. “No matter what it takes, I will make sure of it.”

  Tears burned at the edge of his eyes, but he swallowed them back. He couldn’t cry, not here, not in front of all these warriors—but damn, it was hard.

  The crowd watched in silence, some nodding in respect, others smirking knowingly. Even the strongest Saiyan warriors understood the weight of this moment.

  And for the first time since leaving for his mission, Gogeta felt like he belonged.

  1. Returning Home – The Calm Before the Storm

  The doors to their home slid open with a soft hiss. Gogeta stepped inside first, his boots making a faint echo in the quiet space. It was strange—just hours ago, he had been surrounded by cheering Saiyans, a hero's welcome, a celebration of his return. Yet, here, in the solitude of his home, the weight of everything he had endured finally settled on his shoulders.

  Bumma followed closely, closing the door behind them. The silence between them was deafening. She watched him, noting the tension in his stance, the way his fists remained clenched even now. Something was wrong.

  She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around him. "You did amazing, Gogeta," she whispered, holding him tightly. "I'm so proud of you."

  At first, he didn't respond. He just stood there, still as a statue.

  Then, barely above a whisper, he spoke.

  "Vale is dead."

  Bumma pulled back slightly, her breath catching. "What?"

  His eyes remained locked on the floor. "They all died."

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  2. The Flashback – Zerah-4

  Gogeta began to speak, his voice hollow, detached.

  "We landed on Zerah-4 expecting resistance, but we weren’t prepared for what was waiting. The Celestials weren’t just strong... they were hunters. They picked us off one by one."

  He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into his palms. "Mira went down first. Sniped through the head before she even knew what hit her. Derrick tried to cover us, but they cut him down like he was nothing. Then... Ryo Kaizen fell."

  Bumma's lips parted slightly, but she remained silent, listening intently.

  "Vale and I fought together... she lasted longer than the others. But even she couldn’t hold out. I watched her die in front of me." His breathing grew heavier. "She told me to keep going, but I... I lost it."

  He closed his eyes, his body trembling with the memory. "That’s when I went Super Saiyan 2. And I didn’t just kill them—I slaughtered them. I tore them apart. They screamed, they begged, but I didn’t care. I kept going until there was nothing left of them."

  A silence heavier than before filled the room. Gogeta finally looked up, expecting to see sympathy in his mother’s eyes.

  But what he saw instead made him freeze.

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  3. The Turning Point – Bumma Snaps

  Bumma’s arms were crossed. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes... her eyes held something he had never seen before.

  Disapproval.

  "That was wrong."

  Gogeta blinked. "What?"

  She took a step closer. "You should not have done that."

  His breath caught in his throat. "They killed Vale! What was I supposed to do?!"

  "Fight with control. Not hatred."

  His aura flared for a split second before he forced it down. "You don’t understand! I had no choice!"

  Bumma’s gaze hardened. "No. You had a choice. And you let rage turn you into a killer."

  Gogeta clenched his fists, his body shaking. "They deserved it! They murdered my team!"

  "And did your revenge bring them back?!" Bumma’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

  He froze.

  She stepped forward, now standing right in front of him. "You think you're the only one who's lost people? The only one who's felt powerless? If you let anger dictate your actions, you’ll never be anything more than a mindless brute."

  Gogeta looked away, his jaw tightening. But Bumma wasn’t done.

  "You're strong, Gogeta. But real strength isn't just power—it's discipline."

  She turned away, walking toward the door. "If you want to be a warrior, then train like one. Tomorrow, we start your real training."

  She paused at the doorway, glancing over her shoulder. "Until then, think about what you’ve done. And decide who you really want to be."

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  4. The Final Shot – A New Path

  Gogeta stood frozen in place, his breath uneven. He looked at his hands. He remembered the blood, the screams, the sheer rage that had consumed him.

  Was that really him?

  He clenched his fists and exhaled sharply. He had no words, no excuses.

  Just one thought.

  “Fine... then train me.”

  Chapter 1: The First Lesson

  A fierce wind howled across the rocky wasteland, kicking up dust and scattering debris. The sun hung high, its golden glow illuminating the battlefield where two figures stood face-to-face. One was a young Saiyan, his stance strong but restless, his fists clenched with determination. Opposing him was a woman with a sharp, calculating gaze, arms folded across her chest, her confidence unwavering.

  Gogeta cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "You sure about this, Mom? I'm not holding back."

  Bumma exhaled through her nose, unimpressed. "I’m counting on it. Now, let’s see if you’re as strong as you think."

  Gogeta wasted no time. With a burst of energy, he launched himself forward, fists blazing, his speed breaking the sound barrier. He threw a lightning-fast punch straight for Bumma’s face—

  **Revised Fight Scene - Chapter 1: The First Lesson**

  Gogeta lunged, his fist crackling with unstable golden energy. The ground beneath him vaporized as he closed the distance, wild ki trailing behind him like a comet. Bumma didn’t flinch. Her stance relaxed, she pivoted *just* as his knuckles grazed her cheek—her palm snapped upward, fingers digging into the pressure point beneath his jaw. A sickening *crunch* echoed as his head whipped back, saliva and blood spraying from his mouth.

  “daim—!” Gogeta spat, staggering. His counterpunch erupted blindly, a flurry of glowing fists tearing craters into the earth. Bumma flowed between the strikes like smoke, her movements sharp and economical. She ducked under a haymaker, her elbow slamming into his ribs with surgical precision. The crack of bone reverberated as Gogeta’s breath exploded from his lungs.

  He roared, his aura flaring like a supernova. A wild energy wave erupted from his palms, the blue-white beam ripping the battlefield apart. Bumma smirked. With a flick of her wrist, her ki condensed into a needle-thin lance of crimson energy. It pierced *through* his beam, splitting it like rotten wood, and impaled Gogeta’s shoulder. He screamed, the force pinning him to a cliffside as his own attack fizzled harmlessly against her raised palm.

  “your weak,” Bumma sneered. She vanished, reappearing inches from his face. Her knee jackhammered into his gut, lifting him off the ground. Before he could drop, her fingers clamped his throat, slamming him back-first into the dirt. The earth quaked, fissures spiderwebbing outward. Gogeta’s Super Saiyan aura sputtered like a dying candle.

  Desperate, he channeled raw power into his fists, unleashing a chaotic volley of ki blasts—each one spiraling erratically, scorching the air. Bumma sighed. Her hands danced, weaving threads of ki into a glowing net. The blasts struck the web… and *reversed*, hurtling back at Gogeta with twice the speed. He crossed his arms, tanking the explosions until his gi smoldered, skin blistering.

  “You fight like a rabid dog,” Bumma taunted, materializing behind him. Her knuckles drilled into his kidney, then her heel smashed his spine. Gogeta collapsed, coughing up bloody spit. She planted her boot on his skull, grinding his face into the dirt. “Ki isn’t a cudgel. It’s a scalpel.”

  To prove her point, she raised a single finger. A tiny, swirling orb of violet energy formed—no bigger than a marble. It hummed ominously. With a flick, it shot toward Gogeta. He rolled, but the orb *curved*, drilling into his thigh. Muscle and tendon vaporized in a geyser of gore.

  “GAAAH—!” He writhed, clutching the smoking hole in his leg.

  Bumma crouched, yanking his hair to force eye contact. “Feel that? *Control.* Your power’s worthless if you can’t *aim.*” She released him, standing tall as he trembled at her feet. “Now get up. We’re not done breaking bad habits.”

  The fight’s brutality sharpened—every clash now a lesson in humiliation. Bumma dismantled Gogeta’s wild energy with contemptuous ease, her ki attacks surgical, her strikes paralyzing nerves or shattering joints. She fought like a surgeon with a chainsaw, her dominance absolute.

  Chapter 2: Breaking and Rebuilding

  The wind had settled, but the battlefield remained scarred. Jagged craters marred the earth, smoke rising from the deep wounds carved by the fight. Gogeta stood—or rather, struggled to stand—his chest heaving, his muscles trembling under the weight of his injuries. Blood dripped from the fresh hole in his thigh, his gi was torn, and his golden aura had long since fizzled out.

  Across from him, Bumma was untouched. Not a single scratch marred her skin, her breathing steady, her stance still relaxed. If anything, she looked almost bored.

  She extended a hand. "Get up."

  Gogeta hesitated. His pride screamed at him to ignore it, to stand on his own. But his body betrayed him—his leg buckled as he tried to move, and without thinking, he grabbed her hand. Bumma yanked him up effortlessly, her grip firm but indifferent.

  The moment he was upright, she released him. Gogeta staggered but stayed on his feet, clenching his fists despite the throbbing pain in his body. He was furious—not just at her, but at himself.

  Bumma exhaled through her nose, tilting her head as she looked him over. "Now I know exactly what’s wrong with you."

  Gogeta wiped blood from his mouth, his glare sharp. "And what’s that supposed to mean?"

  "You fight like an idiot."

  The words hit harder than any punch she had thrown. Gogeta’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He couldn’t.

  Bumma took a slow step forward, circling him like a predator. "You rely too much on raw power. Your attacks are predictable. You waste energy swinging wildly instead of thinking. Your ki control is nonexistent."

  She flicked her wrist, sending a tiny pulse of energy at his chest. Gogeta instinctively flinched, bracing for impact, but the attack merely tapped against him and faded. Bumma smirked. "That reaction? That’s why you lost."

  Gogeta’s fingers twitched. He wanted to throw a punch, to prove her wrong. But deep down, he knew she was right.

  Then she dropped the real bombshell.

  "If you ever fight someone truly stronger than you—you’ll die."

  The battlefield went silent. Even the wind seemed to stop.

  Gogeta felt his stomach twist. He had never feared death before. But the way Bumma said it, with such certainty, sent a chill down his spine.

  He looked at his hands—bloody, bruised, shaking. He had always believed in his strength. He thought becoming a Super Saiyan meant he had reached the pinnacle. It wasn’t enough.

  Bumma stepped closer, her gaze cold and unwavering. "Don't worry I know just what you need … and I will rebuild you into something better."

  Gogeta’s eyes snapped up to hers, a mixture of defiance and something else—something raw.

  "If you want to be strong, if you want to survive, if you want to stop being just another Saiyan—then you listen to me. No more ego. No more shortcuts."

  She leaned in slightly, her voice like steel. "You in, or not?"

  Gogeta hesitated. Every instinct told him to refuse, to hold onto his pride. But pride had just gotten him humiliated. For the first time, he truly saw the gap between himself and a true warrior.

  After a long, tense silence, he nodded. "…What do I do first?"

  Bumma smirked. "First? You fix that stance. Then, you’re going to learn what it actually means to fight."

  A new fire lit in Gogeta’s eyes. This was the beginning.