Chapter Title: The Saiyan War Camp & Mizu’s Warning
Scene 1: The Aftermath of Defeat
The ground was cold beneath him. Gogeta’s body ached all over. Every inch of him screamed in pain, from his cracked ribs to the deep bruises forming along his arms.
Bumma stood over him, her stance relaxed, but her gaze sharp and calculating.
“You know your weakness now.” Her voice was calm but firm. “Ki control. You waste energy. You throw power around like a wild beast instead of using it like a weapon.”
Gogeta swallowed hard. The shock of his loss still weighed on his chest. He thought he was strong. Thought he could at least put up a fight. But Bumma? She had barely tried.
The memory of her attacks flashed in his mind—precise, controlled, devastating. She never wasted a single movement. Meanwhile, his own energy had flared wildly, escaping his body, feeding his opponent more than himself.
Bumma sighed and stretched. “You’ve got potential, kid. But right now? You’re weak.”
The words cut deep. Gogeta clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Weak.
He wasn’t weak. He couldn’t be.
But the proof was right in front of him.
“You’re lucky, though.” Bumma’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “I know someone who can help.”
Next week were going on a trip
Gogeta was curious what was waiting
Scene 2: The Saiyan War Camp
The roar of battle filled the air before they even arrived.
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Chapter: The Ki Specialist
The battlefield stretched before them, a wasteland of dust and sweat. The air was thick with the scent of burning energy and the deafening roars of battle-hardened Saiyans. Gogeta walked beside his mother, his body still aching from their fight. His mind was in turmoil, replaying every moment of his humiliating defeat. He had always believed in his strength—until now. Her power was unreal. Her speed? Untouchable. And I… I was nothing.
All around them, the ground trembled beneath the force of countless warriors training. Sparks of energy flashed in the air as massive, muscular Saiyans clashed with explosive force. Bodies were sent flying, only to crash down, stand up, and charge in again. Some sparred in brutal one-on-one duels, while others trained in squads, screaming war cries as they drilled attacks in perfect unison. The sheer intensity of it all made Gogeta’s stomach twist. I don’t belong here.
Bumma, however, walked with confidence, her presence commanding respect. She led him deeper into the training grounds, past lines of roaring warriors. Then, his ears caught something—laughter. Not the usual Saiyan battle-lust laughter, but a teasing, almost playful sound.
Ahead of them, a lone figure danced between a group of attacking soldiers. She was small compared to the towering male Saiyans around her, but her movements were effortless. A flick of her wrist sent a soldier flying with a perfectly controlled blast. A shift of her feet let her dodge a brutal punch at the last second. Every motion was precise, every action efficient. Gogeta couldn’t tell if she was even trying.
With one final movement, she flicked her fingers, sending out a tiny orb of ki that expanded just as it hit her final opponent—BOOM! The impact sent him rolling across the ground. She put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “C’mon, boys, I barely even warmed up!”
Bumma smirked. “Still toying with your food, Mizu?”
The woman turned, a grin spreading across her face. “Bumma?!” She rushed forward and embraced her, ignoring the loud whistling from nearby Saiyans.
“Damn, look at those two fine babes!” one of them called out.
Mizu whipped around instantly. “SHUT UP AND GET LOST, YOU APES!”
The warriors immediately lowered their heads and dispersed without a word.
Mizu huffed, then turned back to Bumma. “Girl, I missed you! Where have you been?”
Bumma smirked. “Busy. But I need a little favor.”
Mizu waved a hand. “Pfft, speak right away.”
Bumma tilted her head toward Gogeta. “You see, that’s my son.”
Mizu’s face twisted in shock. “Wait… THIS is your son?!” Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she circled him. “Wow. Damn. He looks good. Who’s the father? Wait, wait, let me guess—Kael? Ha! That pretty boy?”
Bumma sighed. “No.”
Mizu gasped dramatically. “Oh girl, don’t tell me… is it that prince? You dirty girl!”
Bumma groaned. “No! It’s someone else.”
Mizu caught the slight discomfort in Bumma’s expression, and her playful demeanor faded. Her gaze turned sharp, her smirk disappearing. She stepped closer to Gogeta, her golden eyes locking onto his.
For a moment, Gogeta felt something strange—like a pressure building in the air. It wasn’t overwhelming like his mother’s, but it was sharp, piercing. She wasn’t testing his strength—she was reading him.
“Hey, fella,” she said, voice soft but firm. “Name’s Mizu.” She gave him a sly grin. “You’re kinda cute.”
Gogeta blinked, completely unsure how to react.
Bumma chuckled. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” She placed a hand on Gogeta’s head, ruffling his hair. “Be strong, alright?”
“Yeah…” he muttered, still feeling the weight of Mizu’s gaze.
As Bumma walked away, Mizu was still looking at him. But now, her smile had changed. It wasn’t teasing—it was something else.
A knowing smile. A dangerous smile. Like a predator who had just found an interesting new plaything.
Gogeta swallowed hard. “Wh-what?”
Mizu just grinned wider.
**Chapter Title: Blood & Resolve**
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**Scene 1: Welcome to Hell**
The Saiyan War Camp wasn’t a place—it was a meat grinder. A sprawling hellscape of jagged rock and smoldering craters, where the air reeked of burnt ozone and blood. Rows of battle-scarred Saiyans drilled under the cracked red sky, their roars shaking the ground. This wasn’t training. This was survival.
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Mizu strutted through the chaos like she owned it, her hips swaying as she dragged Gogeta by the collar. He stumbled, still sore from Bumma’s beatdown, his ribs screaming with every step. Ahead, a group of hulking male Saiyans sparred violently, their fists caving in chests, their laughter sharp and cruel.
“Hey, Kael!” Mizu purred, her voice dripping honey and venom. A towering Saiyan with a jagged scar across his face turned, his smirk widening as she sauntered up to him. “Miss me, big guy?”
Kael’s eyes raked over her like she was a steak. “Depends. You here to fight or fuck?”
Mizu leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Why not both?” Her hand slid down his chest, lingering just above his belt. Gogeta gagged.
“But first,” she said, shoving Kael back playfully, “entertain my new toy.” She jerked a thumb at Gogeta. “Kid needs to learn what *real* pain feels like.”
Kael snorted. “That twig? He’ll break in five minutes.”
Mizu winked. “Bet he lasts ten.” She tossed Gogeta a canteen—it sloshed with something that smelled like acid. “Drink. It’ll keep your guts inside when they knock ’em out.”
Before Gogeta could protest, she vanished in a flicker of ki, leaving him alone with Kael’s gang.
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**Scene 2: Gravity Chamber – The Meat Grinder**
The gravity chamber was a rusted metal coffin. Gogeta crawled inside, the air already thick enough to choke him.
“100x gravity. Let’s see if you shit yourself,” Kael sneered, slamming the controls.
The world *crushed* him. Gogeta’s knees hit the floor, his bones creaking. Blood vessels burst in his eyes, turning his vision red. He vomited violently, the acidic canteen fluid burning his throat.
“Pathetic,” Kael laughed through the intercom. “Your mommy fight your battles for you?”
Gogeta snarled, forcing himself to stand. His muscles tore, his tendons screaming. One step. Then another. The Saiyans outside pounded the glass, howling like hyenas.
“Look at the baby wobble!”
“Cry for mama, bitch!”
Gogeta’s vision blurred. *Don’t pass out. Don’t fucking pass out.*
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**Scene 3: The Bully**
After three hours, the gravity shut off. Gogeta collapsed, his body a shuddering mess. A shadow loomed over him.
“Hey, runt.” A Saiyan twice his size—jagged teeth, knuckles wrapped in barbed wire—kicked him onto his back. “You’re in my spot.”
Gogeta spat blood. “Fuck off.”
The Saiyan’s boot slammed into his ribs. “What’d you say, maggot?”
Gogeta lunged, swinging wildly. The Saiyan caught his fist and *crushed* it. Bones snapped. Gogeta screamed.
“Cute.” The Saiyan elbowed him in the temple. Gogeta’s skull cracked against the floor. Lights flashed. He tasted copper.
“Stay down, or I’ll rip your spine out.”
Gogeta staggered up, swaying. “Do it… or shut the fuck up.”
The Saiyan’s fist glowed red. “You asked for it, brat.”
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**Scene 4: Super Saiyan Fury**
The punch vaporized the air. Gogeta’s body flew through a steel wall, skidding across the rocky ground outside. The camp erupted in cheers.
“KILL HIM, TORR!”
“MAKE IT HURT!”
Torr cracked his neck, grinning. “Still breathing? Good.”
Gogeta’s vision swam. His ribs were shattered. His hand hung limp. But his blood boiled. *Not again. Not weak. Never weak.*
Golden light erupted. His hair spiked, his eyes burning green. The crowd fell silent.
Torr blinked. “Super Saiyan? Fuck.”
Gogeta charged. His fist connected—once, twice—each hit cracking Torr’s armor. Torr roared, retaliating with a knee to Gogeta’s gut. Blood sprayed.
“You’re still *nothing*!” Torr snarled, slamming Gogeta into the ground.
But Gogeta grabbed his arm, twisting until bone snapped. Torr howled. Gogeta headbutted him, breaking his nose. “I’m… not… DONE!”
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**Scene 5: Respect in Blood**
Torr pinned him again, his fist a blur. Gogeta’s face was pulp. His arm bent the wrong way. Still, he spat teeth and laughed.
“Why won’t you *stay down*?!” Torr roared.
“You… hit like… a bitch,” Gogeta rasped.
Torr froze. Then, slowly, he stood. He yanked Gogeta up by his hair, studying his swollen, bloodied face.
“You’re a crazy little shit, you know that?” Torr grunted.
He slammed his forehead into Gogeta’s—a brutal, Saiyan salute. Gogeta collapsed, consciousness fading.
The crowd was silent. Then, one by one, they thumped their chests—the warrior’s respect.
Torr tossed Gogeta over his shoulder. “Get this psycho to the med-bay. He’s got balls.”
As darkness took him, Gogeta smiled. *Not weak. Not anymore.*
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**End Chapter**
Yo what you think Chapter Title: Crucible of the Damned
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Scene 1: Mizu’s Abandonment
The med-bay lights flickered, casting jagged shadows over Gogeta’s broken body. His ribs screamed with every shallow breath, his shattered hand twitching involuntarily under blood-crusted bandages. The door hissed open, and for a split second, hope clawed at his throat—Mizu?
Instead, a grizzled medic tossed a canteen onto his cot. The liquid inside sloshed, reeking of fermented bile. “Drink up, runt. You’re back in the pit at dawn.”
Gogeta’s voice came out a rasp. “Where’s… Mizu?”
The medic snorted. “Fuck if I know. Probably riding Kael’s dick in the officer barracks.” He leered, revealing rotted teeth. “Don’t worry, princess. You’ll get your turn.”
The door slammed shut.
Alone.
Gogeta’s fist clenched, tearing stitches in his palm. Blood seeped through the bandages. No one’s coming. No one cares.
Scene 2: The Death Gauntlet
Dawn came too soon.
The War Camp’s central arena wasn’t a ring—it was a crater. A mile-wide pit of jagged obsidian and pooled lava, where the air itself burned. Hundreds of Saiyans lined the edges, roaring as Gogeta was shoved into the center.
A gong boomed.
“RULES?” barked a scarred announcer. “THERE ARE NONE. SURVIVE 100 WAVES. DIE? WE FEAST ON YOUR CORPSE.”
The crowd howled.
Wave 1: Three low-tier grunts, each twice Gogeta’s size. He broke the first’s neck with a spinning kick, only to take a mace to the spine. He finished the last by ramming his thumb through an eye socket.
Wave 10: A pack of bio-engineered hellhounds. Teeth like chainsaws tore chunks from his legs. He killed the alpha by ripping out its throat with his teeth.
Wave 25: A squad of battle-hardened veterans. They fought dirty—sand in the eyes, groin kicks, a barbed chain wrapped around his throat. Gogeta blacked out, woke up strangling one with his own intestines.
Wave 50: A single opponent.
Afaeir.
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Scene 3: Afaeir – The Nightmare Made Flesh
He stood seven feet tall, his skin a latticework of scar tissue. No armor—just a loincloth stitched from the hides of fallen elites. His face was a horror: one eye milky white, the other glowing crimson, his jaw unhinged like a serpent’s, rows of fangs dripping venom. Two twisted horns jutted from his skull, the tips stained black with old blood.
“Pathetic,” Afaeir rumbled, his voice like grinding bones. “You think pain makes you strong? I’ll show you true suffering.”
He moved faster than Gogeta could blink. A fist the size of a boulder shattered his collarbone. A knee lifted him off his feet, rupturing organs. Afaeir grabbed Gogeta’s arm and twisted—muscle and tendon snapped like overstretched rubber.
“Scream,” Afaeir commanded, slamming Gogeta face-first into the obsidian. Teeth shattered. “SCREAM FOR ME, WORM.”
Gogeta’s Super Saiyan aura flickered—weak, unstable. Afaeir laughed, a sound that curdled blood.
“Golden monkey?” He stomped on Gogeta’s spine, pinning him. “I’ve skinned Super Saiyans for cloaks.”
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Scene 4: Breaking Point
Wave 76.
Gogeta crawled on hands and knees, his left leg bent sideways. His gi hung in tatters, exposing bone where flesh had been ripped away. The crowd chanted for his death.
Afaeir returned, this time wielding a spiked chain. “Still breathing? Good. I want you awake when I peel your skin.”
The chain lashed out, hooks embedding in Gogeta’s chest. Afaeir yanked—ribs snapped, skin tore. Gogeta’s scream tore his throat raw.
This is it.
I’m going to die here.
Alone.
Weak.
Memories flashed—Vale’s smile, Ryo’s corpse, Bumma’s disappointment.
No.
Something cracked inside him. Not his bones—his soul.
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Scene 5: The Change
Gogeta’s remaining eye snapped open. Not gold.
Black.
His aura erupted—a swirling void, devouring the light around him. The ground trembled as dark yellow sparkling energy as he went ssj2.
Afaeir froze. “What the—”
Gogeta moved.
One hand closed around Afaeir’s throat. The other plunged into his chest.
“You… talk too much,” Gogeta growled, his voice layered with a thousand whispers.
He ripped.
Afaeir’s heart came out still beating. The crowd fell silent.
Gogeta crushed it, black blood oozing between his fingers. “Next.”
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Scene 6: Foreshadowing the Monster
Later, in the barracks, two veterans watched Gogeta sleep. His wounds had closed—black veins pulsed under his skin.
“That power…” one muttered. “Reminds me of the stories. The Primordial Saiyan.”
The other spat. “Cumber. The Devourer. They say he bathed in the blood of galaxies.”
A pause.
“You think the kid’s going down that path?”
“Hope not. Cumber didn’t just break—he became the abyss.”
They left quickly, as if afraid Gogeta might hear.
In the darkness, his blackened eye opened.
**Chapter 2: Blood, Sweat, and Bitch Lessons**
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### **Part 1: Breaking Chains**
Gogeta’s fists slammed into the training dummy, the metal screeching as SSJ2 lightning crackled around him. His aura flared like a fucking wildfire—untamed, raw, wasting energy with every reckless swing. Sweat dripped down his seven-year-old brow, his tiny frame trembling with exhaustion. *Clang*. The dummy’s head flew off, but Turr, his hulking Saiyan instructor, just snorted. “Still sloppy, runt. You hit like a drunk whore.”
Then the comm buzzed. A hologram flickered—*Mizu*. Her smirk cut sharper than a blade. “Look at you,” she purred, eyes raking over his shredded gi. “Still a dumbass swinging his dick around, huh?”
Gogeta’s jaw clenched. “You ghosted me, bitch. Thought you were dead.”
She laughed, tossing her hair. “Dead? Nah, kid. I was busy riding cocks and burning planets. You mad?”
He spat blood, SSJ2 flickering. “Fuck you.”
“Cute,” she sneered. “But you’re wasting time here. Stay, and you’ll die a grunt. Leave, and I’ll make you a *god*.”
Turr stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “She’s poison, boy. Don’t—”
Gogeta’s fist plowed into Turr’s gut before he finished. The fight exploded—bone vs. SSJ2 fury. Turr’s punches rocked the ground, but Gogeta was a feral storm, golden aura blazing. He grabbed Turr’s arm, *snapped* it like a twig, then uppercutted him into a crater. “Done?” Gogeta panted, boot on Turr’s chest.
Mizu clapped mockingly. “Aw, look at the baby Saiyan. Let’s go, *kid*.” She yanked him into a hug, her nails digging into his back. “You’re mine now.”
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### **Part 2: Lesson 1 – Breaking the Brute**
Mizu didn’t waste time. The second they landed on her barren training planet, she kicked Gogeta’s ribs. *Hard*. “Transform. Now.”
He roared into SSJ2, charging—but she sidestepped, slamming her knee into his spine. “Too slow, *princess*.”
For hours, she toyed with him. Every wild punch, every energy blast—she dodged, then punished. A palm-strike to his throat. A kick to his balls. “You fight like a toddler throwing a tantrum,” she sneered, grabbing his hair. “Pathetic.”
He lunged again. She vanished, reappearing behind him. *Crack*. Her elbow smashed his skull, dropping him to his knees. “Your ki’s leaking like a broken pipe. Fix it, or I’ll break you *worse*.”
**The Lake:**
She drowned him. Literally. Shoved his head underwater, SSJ2 still blazing. “Hold it. Or die.” His lungs burned, muscles screaming as he fought to contain his aura. Bubbles erupted—he passed out. She revived him with a lightning bolt to the ass. “Again.”
**Blindfolded:**
She tied a rag over his eyes, then pelted him with ki daggers. “*Feel* the energy, dumbass!” He stumbled, cuts littering his body. One dagger nearly took his eye. “Weak,” Mizu spat. “You’re all bark, no bite.”
By day seven, he lasted 10 minutes in SSJ2. She rewarded him by breaking his arm. “Progress. Now heal it. *Without* transforming.”
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### **Part 3: Lesson 2 – Precision Over Power**
“Stop *exploding* like a damn firework,” Mizu snapped, watching Gogeta’s energy slash obliterate a boulder—and the mountain behind it. “You’re not here to blow shit up. You’re here to *cut*.”
She demonstrated. A flick of her wrist, and the mountain split clean in half, the edges glowing like molten glass. “Like that. Now *you* try.”
He failed. Over and over. His slashes looked like nukes—chaotic, wasteful. Mizu zapped him with a cattle prod each time. “Tighter, fucker! Condense it!”
**Energy Blades:**
She hurled glowing discs at him. “Slice them, or lose a limb!” He panicked, dodging instead of cutting. One disc grazed his thigh—he screamed. “Pussy,” Mizu laughed. “You’d be dead already.”
**One-Handed:**
She bound his left arm. “No crutches. *Focus*.” He swung wildly, but she caught his fist, twisting until his wrist popped. “Precision. Or I’ll break every bone you’ve got.”
**Final Test:**
A massive energy wave barreled toward him. Gogeta gritted his teeth, SSJ2 flaring. Instead of blasting, he *sliced*. The wave split—clean, surgical.
Mizu smirked. “Took you long enough.” She tossed him a rotten apple. “Now peel it with ki. No skin damage.”
He glared. “You’re a sadistic bitch.”
She kicked him into a boulder. “And you’re still a rookie. Get peeling.”
**End Chapter 2
