**Chapter Title: Bloodlines & Betrayal**

  ### **Scene 1: The Prodigal Dickhead**

  The training grounds reeked of burnt ozone and Saiyan sweat. Gogeta stood shirtless, scars crisscrossing his torso like a roadmap of pain, as Mizu strutted toward him with a smirk that screamed *trouble*. Behind her loomed a towering Saiyan—21 years old, built like a brick shithouse, with a cocky grin that made Gogeta’s fists itch.

  “Meet Zark,” Mizu purred, slapping the guy’s armored chest. “My son. Your new *playmate*.”

  Zark cracked his neck, his eyes raking over Gogeta like he was a piece of meat. “The fuck, Mom? You dragged me here to babysit this twerp?”

  Gogeta didn’t flinch. “You’re the one who’s gonna need a babysitter, *princess*.”

  Zark’s grin died. “Say that again, pipsqueak.”

  Mizu laughed, lighting a cigarette. “Play nice, boys. Zark’s been itching to test his new techniques. And Gogeta? Don’t hold back. My boy loves a challenge.”

  ### **Scene 2: The Roar of the Peacock**

  The arena was a cracked wasteland, the air thick with the stench of impending violence. Zark cracked his knuckles, his aura flaring crimson. “I’ll make this quick, runt. Mom says you’re special, but you look like a fucking appetizer.”

  Gogeta stood relaxed, hands in his pockets. “Talk less. Cry more.”

  Zark roared, charging like a berserker. His fist glowed with unstable ki, slamming into the ground where Gogeta stood—**BOOM!**—the earth ruptured, spewing magma. But Gogeta was already gone, reappearing behind Zark.

  “Too slow,” Gogeta muttered, tapping Zark’s shoulder.

  Zark spun, unleashing a wild haymaker. Gogeta ducked, his movements fluid, and drove a palm into Zark’s ribs. *Crack*. Zark staggered, coughing blood.

  “The fuck?!” Zark spat. “You’re just a kid!”

  Gogeta smirked. “And you’re just a *bitch*.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 3: Ki Control – The Art of Shutting Your Mouth**

  Zark’s rage exploded. He launched a barrage of ki blasts—chaotic, wasteful, lighting the sky like fireworks. Gogeta weaved through them, *not even transforming*, his steps precise. A blast grazed his shoulder, but he didn’t flinch.

  “Stand still, you little cockroach!” Zark screamed, charging a massive energy wave.

  Gogeta sighed. “All bark. No bite.”

  As Zark fired the blast—a tsunami of raw power—Gogeta raised a single hand. A tiny, shimmering orb of ki formed in his palm. He flicked it forward.

  The orb pierced Zark’s energy wave like a bullet through paper, expanding on impact. **KABOOM!** The explosion vaporized Zark’s attack and sent him skidding across the arena, his armor smoking.

  “Impossible…” Zark wheezed, struggling to stand. “You’re… *base form*?!”

  Gogeta cracked his neck. “Told you. You’re weak.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 4: Mizu’s Meltdown**

  Mizu’s cigarette hung limp in her mouth. Her golden eyes flickered between her son—bloodied and humiliated—and Gogeta, standing calm like this was a fucking Tuesday.

  “Get up, Zark!” she snarled. “Stop embarrassing me!”

  Zark lunged again, desperation fueling his swings. Gogeta sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and *snapped* it like a twig. Zark’s scream echoed across the wasteland.

  “ENOUGH!” Mizu roared, her ki flaring. She stormed into the arena, her heeled boots crunching stone. “You little shit! You were supposed to lose!”

  Gogeta met her glare, unflinching. “I’m done losing. And I’m done with *you*.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 5: Walking Away from the War**

  Mizu’s hand shot out, gripping Gogeta’s throat. “You ungrateful brat! I made you strong!”

  Gogeta’s eyes glowed faintly—**SSJ1**, just a flicker. He pried her fingers off, one by one. “You made me a weapon. But I’m not yours anymore.”

  Zark writhed on the ground, clutching his broken arm. “Mom… kill him!”

  **Chapter Title: Cracks in the Foundation**

  ---

  ### **Scene 1: The Price of Defiance**

  Mizu’s grip tightened around Gogeta’s throat, her nails drawing blood. “You think you’re *special*?” she hissed, her breath hot against his face. “You’re a tool. *My* tool.”

  She slammed him into the ground, her knee driving into his ribs. *Crack*. Gogeta wheezed, SSJ1 flickering out. Zark laughed weakly from the sidelines, his broken arm dangling. “Kill him, Mom!”

  Mizu stood abruptly, smoothing her hair. Her rage vanished, replaced by a chilling smile. “Kill him? Don’t be dramatic, Zark. Gogeta just needs… *refinement*.” She yanked Gogeta up by his hair. “Training starts now.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 2: The Crucible**

  The gravity chamber reeked of burnt flesh. Mizu cranked the dial to 500x, the air crushing Gogeta’s bones. Lava geysers erupted from the floor, and energy whips snapped at his back.

  “*Focus*,” Mizu purred over the intercom. “Condense your ki. One slip, and you’ll be lunchmeat.”

  Gogeta’s SSJ2 aura flared, struggling to shield him. A whip lashed his thigh, stripping skin. He screamed, channeling ki into a razor-thin barrier—barely deflecting the next strike.

  “Better,” Mizu lied. “Now dodge.”

  The floor vanished. Gogeta plummeted into a pit of molten rock. He fired a ki dagger, using the recoil to propel himself upward. His hands scrambled for the edge, flesh sizzling.

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  Mizu watched, bored. “Pathetic.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 3: Carrot and Stick**

  Later, in the med-bay, Mizu pressed a damp cloth to Gogeta’s burns. Her touch was almost gentle. “You’ve got potential, kid. But you’re still *soft*.”

  Gogeta jerked away. “Soft? I’ve survived your shit for weeks.”

  “Surviving isn’t *winning*.” She traced a scar on his chest. “I’ll make you a king. But you have to trust me.”

  He almost did.

  Then she stabbed a syringe into his neck, pumping him with stimulants. “Up, bitch. Round two.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 4: The Whisper Network**

  Gogeta stumbled past the barracks at night, overhearing hushed voices.

  “—Mizu’s pet project?”

  “Fuckin’ lab rat. She’s priming him for the Arena of Eternity. Betting syndicate’s got odds.”

  And selling him to the frost demons

  He froze.

  “Shame. Kid’s strong, but he’ll die screaming.”

  Gogeta’s fists clenched. *Arena of Eternity.* Where Saiyans fought to the death for warlords’ entertainment.

  ---

  ### **Scene 5: The Breaking Point**

  Mizu’s “training” escalated. She chained Gogeta to a meteor, hurling him into a star’s corona. “Regulate your ki or *melt*!”

  He did—barely—emerging with blistered skin and a simmering rage.

  That night, he confronted her. “The Arena. That’s why you’re training me?”

  Mizu didn’t deny it. She sipped wine, lounging like a queen. “You’ll make me rich. And when you die? I’ll sell your corpse for parts.”

  Gogeta’s aura flared black-tinged gold. “I’ll kill you first.”

  She backhanded him, her rings splitting his lip. “You’ll do *nothing*. Without me, you’re just a orphan brat. Now crawl back to your hole.”

  ---

  ### **Scene 6: The Calm Before**

  Gogeta lay awake, blood drying on his face. *Run.* But where? The War Camp would kill him on sight. Mizu’s contacts were everywhere.

  He stared at his trembling hands. *I need her. For now.*

  Outside, Mizu met with a cloaked figure. “Double the bets. The kid’s breaking soon.”

  The figure chuckled. “And when he does?”

  Mizu lit a cigarette, her grin feral. “I’ll carve out his heart myself.”

  A week later

  Chapter Title: Scars of Blood and Betrayal

  ---

  Scene 1: The Breaking

  A sickening crack echoed through the dimly lit chamber as Zark’s boot caved in Gogeta’s ribs for the fifteenth time. Blood spewed from his lips, splattering against the cold steel floor. His SSJ2 aura had long since flickered out, his golden hair dulled with exhaustion. His breath came in ragged gasps, body twitching in agony.

  From the sidelines, Mizu sipped her wine, her smirk laced with cruelty. “Tsk, tsk. This is what Bumma was so proud of? A half-dead mutt?” She twirled the glass in her fingers, watching the crimson liquid swirl. “How disappointing.”

  Zark knelt beside Gogeta’s broken form and wrenched his head up by the hair, his fingers digging into the boy’s scalp. “You hear that? Even your own kind thinks you’re garbage.” He leaned in, breath hot and foul against Gogeta’s bloodied face. “Beg, runt. Beg, and maybe I’ll stop.”

  Gogeta’s swollen eyes fluttered open. Through the haze of pain, through the agony tearing at his bones, he mustered the last shred of defiance he had left. He gathered blood in his mouth and spat in Zark’s face.

  Zark froze. His expression twisted into something primal. “You fucking—”

  A thunderous punch drove into Gogeta’s gut, making him seize up in sheer pain. Zark didn’t stop. He grinned, lifting Gogeta’s barely conscious body by the throat and slamming him into the wall. His fists became relentless hammers, crashing into Gogeta’s ribs, stomach, and face.

  One. Two. Three.

  Each blow cracked something deep inside. Blood sprayed with every strike.

  Ten. Fifteen. Twenty.

  Zark let go at the last second, watching Gogeta crumple into a heap.

  “Look at him,” Mizu mused, stepping forward, her heels clicking against the bloodstained floor. She crouched, gripping Gogeta’s jaw, forcing his face upward. “A real Saiyan would’ve died standing.”

  She slapped him. Once. Twice. Then a backhand, harder this time. “Disappointing,” she repeated, letting go.

  Zark grinned and raised his boot above Gogeta’s head. “Time to pop this little melon—”

  BOOM.

  The entire facility shook. A blaring alarm ripped through the air. The walls trembled.

  Mizu’s smirk vanished. She straightened, her wine glass slipping from her fingers, shattering against the floor. “What the hell was that?”

  Zark’s head snapped toward the door. “I’ll who the fuck would—”

  He never finished.

  A crimson beam tore through his skull.

  Scene 2: Death in the Dust

  Zark’s corpse slumped to the floor, a smoking hole where his face used to be.

  Mizu froze. Gogeta, barely clinging to consciousness, could only stare.

  The smoke from the entrance parted.

  Bumma.

  She stood in the ruined doorway, her hand still glowing from the kill-shot. Her eyes—hardened, frigid—fixed on Mizu.

  “You. Dared.”

  Mizu inhaled sharply. For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. “Bumma?! You—”

  Bumma didn’t let her finish.

  With a mere flick of her wrist, a shockwave of ki erupted, sending Mizu hurtling backward. She crashed through three walls before slamming into the steel-plated ground.

  Bumma didn’t even watch.

  She was already kneeling beside Gogeta.

  Scene 3: Mother’s Wrath

  Gogeta barely reacted as Bumma’s hands cupped his face, her fingers trembling.

  Her boy—her son—was broken. Bloodied. Tortured.

  Her chest clenched. A tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered, “Gogeta… my boy…”

  Gogeta’s swollen lips barely parted. “Mom…?” His voice was raw, hoarse.

  She pulled him close, her tears mixing with his blood. “I’m so sorry…” Her voice cracked. “I failed you.”

  A slow clap echoed through the chamber.

  Mizu emerged from the rubble, bloodied but still standing. A wild grin stretched across her face. “Touching. Really. But you’re a little late, aren’t you?” She rolled her neck, golden sparks crackling around her. “I had my fun with the brat. Now, let’s see if you scream as loud as he did.”

  Bumma rose, her expression deadly calm.

  Her power detonated.

  The sheer force of it cracked the ground beneath her.

  “You end here.”

  Scene 4: Dance of Destruction

  Round 1 – Speed vs. Savagery

  Mizu lunged first, a blur of motion. Her fists crackled with needle-thin ki lasers, each strike aimed for Bumma’s vitals.

  Bumma didn’t flinch. She weaved through the barrage, her movements eerily precise. Then, with a single palm strike, she caved in Mizu’s chest, sending her skidding across the floor.

  Round 2 – Ki Barrage

  Mizu roared in frustration, backflipping into the air. She unleashed a storm of ki blasts, turning the chamber into a blinding inferno.

  Bumma walked through it. Each blast fizzled against her skin.

  Then, she countered.

  A dragon-twist energy wave spiraled from her palm. Mizu barely dodged—her left arm wasn’t so lucky. It was vaporized on impact.

  Round 3 – Last Desperate Gambit

  Mizu gritted her teeth, sweat mixing with blood. “You don’t get it, do you?”

  Bumma didn’t respond.

  Mizu laughed, voice jagged. “Cumber’s Empire is unstoppable now. You could’ve had it all. Power. Wealth. Protection.” She spat at Bumma’s feet. “Instead, you chose him.” She nodded toward Gogeta’s barely breathing form. “Weak. Worthless.”

  Bumma’s expression darkened.

  Mizu grinned, licking the blood from her lips. “But it’s not too late. Sell him. Cumber will pay handsomely for a prodigy like that.”

  Silence.

  Then—

  CRACK.

  Bumma shattered Mizu’s remaining arm with a single punch.

  Mizu screamed.

  Bumma pinned her to the ground, her foot crushing the traitor’s throat. “You tried to sell my son?” Her voice was ice.

  Mizu choked out a laugh. “You’ll regret this. The new ruler of the Saiyan Empire is stronger than you can imagine.”

  Bumma’s gaze didn’t waver.

  Her fist glowed white-hot.

  BOOM.

  The punch atomized Mizu’s torso.

  Scene 5: Unbreakable Bonds

  Bumma collapsed beside Gogeta, her armor cracked, blood staining her gi.

  She pulled him close. “I’m here… I’m here…”

  Gogeta, broken but alive, reached for her hand. His voice was barely a whisper.

  “Mom… you came.”

  She kissed his forehead, her tears falling onto his skin.

  “Always. Always.”

  End Chapter

  Gogeta floated in the healing pod, his body submerged in the thick regenerative liquid, tubes attached to his arms feeding him the nutrients needed for recovery. His wounds were healing, but his mind was far from at peace.

  Flashes of pain, laughter, and torture burned through his mind like a never-ending nightmare. Mizu's cold, mocking laughter echoed in his ears. The searing pain of the beatings, the torment—it all came rushing back. His body trembled, his power fluctuating wildly, causing the liquid inside the pod to ripple aggressively.

  Bumma watched from outside, her heart sinking as she saw the distress in his face. She had brought him here to heal, but seeing him like this, tormented even in unconsciousness, filled her with regret. She clenched her fists. This was her fault. She should have never let him go.

  Suddenly, the alarms blared. The power inside the pod was becoming unstable. Gogeta’s energy was spiraling out of control. Without hesitation, Bumma rushed forward and pressed the emergency release button. The liquid drained rapidly, and the pod hissed open. Gogeta stumbled out, breathing heavily, his body tense.

  “Gogeta! Are you okay?” Bumma asked, her voice laced with concern.

  He looked up at her, his expression distant. “Yeah… it’s alright.” His voice was quiet, almost hollow. He lowered his gaze, the weight of everything pressing down on him.

  Bumma hated seeing him like this. The air felt heavy with silence, and she couldn't stand it. Determined to lighten the mood, she reached up and grabbed his cheek, giving it a playful squeeze.

  “You’re still adorable, you know that?” she teased with a small smile.

  Gogeta frowned, pulling back slightly. “Stop that,” he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk.

  Bumma’s expression turned serious. She looked at him, truly looked at him. “I never knew my friend was like that… If I had known, I would have never let you go.”

  Gogeta met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. “I know, Mom. It’s okay. What happened… happened.”

  She sighed and reached for his arm, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’ve gotten stronger, haven’t you?”

  Gogeta blinked and looked down at his hand. He flexed his fingers, feeling the raw energy coursing through him. “Wow… I think I did.”

  Bumma smirked. “Mmm, let’s get back home now.”

  He took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah… let’s go.”

  End Chapter.

  The dinner table was filled with the rich aroma of freshly prepared food as the chefs set the dishes before them. Gogeta dug in, enjoying the rare moment of peace. Across from him, Bumma watched him eat, her expression unreadable. She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself.

  "Gogeta," she said, her voice softer than usual. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

  Gogeta paused, chopsticks in hand. "Huh? What is it?"

  She hesitated, her fingers lightly tapping against the table. "It's about school."

  Gogeta exhaled in relief and waved her off. "Oh, that? Yeah, yeah, I’ll go back... later."

  Bumma nodded. "Whenever you're ready, that’s fine. I won’t be hard on you anymore. But there’s something else—something more important."

  Something about her tone made him put his food down. "What’s wrong?"

  She took another deep breath, looking anywhere but at him. "It’s about your father."

  Gogeta frowned. "My dad? You said his name was Cumber, right? When’s he coming back?"

  Bumma’s grip tightened around her fork. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "Actually… he’s not coming."

  Gogeta's heart sank. "Why not?"

  Bumma’s jaw tightened. "Because…" She straightened in her seat, locking eyes with him. "Because your father is the king of another Saiyan Empire in a different universe."

  Silence. Then—

  Gogeta choked on his food, coughing as he slammed his fists on the table. "Wait—WHAT?!"

  His chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet. His mind raced. What the hell does that even mean? My dad is a king?! Of an entire Saiyan empire?

  Bumma watched him carefully, her face unreadable. "I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid. If people found out who your father is, they’d want to kill you."

  Gogeta was still trying to process it. He ran a hand through his hair. "So... does that make me a prince or something?" He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "This is insane."

  Bumma reached across the table, taking his hand. Her grip was firm, almost desperate. "Listen to me, Gogeta. You cannot tell anyone about this. Ever. There are people who

  hate your father. They wouldn’t hesitate to come after you just to get to him. Promise me, Gogeta."

  Gogeta swallowed hard. He had never seen her this serious before. "I… I won’t tell anyone."

  Bumma studied him for a moment, then sighed in relief. "Good."

  He sat back down slowly, staring at his hands. He clenched his fists. I have to know more... but where do I even start?

  END CHAPTER