Chapter 61

Ah, yes I have returned. Those who read my other stuff should already know that I have returned to those I had abandoned for months and I hope to update them more frequently. I don't have much to say other than sorry for disappearing. Also I hope you guys bare with me and my stupid schedule as I simply post when I have a chapter written and I don't really have writing schedule either. I just write when I can, when I'm bored, when I get an idea and motivation. I write everyday, not always for the things I need to post because it takes some time to get those down on paper sometimes. So yeah, sorry for being how I am and my trash schedule.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I think the next will be a time skip. The time skip will be two years and yeah, we'll get to the whole "Bulma and Sarada wanna have a kid" thing.

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Sarada had understood that Piccolo would be growing rapidly, yet she was admittingly surprised by his show of strength. Having challenged the young Namekian to a fight in order to see where he stands on the power scale, she did not expect the almost be sent flying with the force of a single fist. She was unprepared for such strength, having not expected him to be almost as strong as Kami already. He was but a year old, appearing to be a three-year-old despite that, and holding strength that almost reached that of his older self.

Having already experienced his power, Sarada was prepared for the next attack, catching his fist in hand and quickly disabling him before he tried to hit her with a ki blast. She just wanted to see how good he was and it's safe to say she was impressed.

"You say you haven't been training him yet?" She had to ask in disbelief, dancing around the young Namekian who did not stay down after she almost broke his arm. He simply shook it off and came right back at her, but none of his hits landed, for the Saiyan was skillfully evading his every attack.

"Yes" Kami had to admit that he was quite worried about how well his junior could handle a fight and how strong he was so early on. He worried he would end up like his former self, that he'll rediscover his evil rage and send them down the same rabbit hole. Sarada had reassured him, promising that that would not be the case because she will handle him if he even thinks about following in his elder's footsteps.

He was frustrated, Sarada could tell, the young Piccolo could not touch her and it worked on his nerve. It's understandable. She would sometimes feel the exact same way when going up against Whis, under the excitement exhaustion would build and she would grow frustrated, shouting in her efforts to hit the angel. It was a troublesome endeavour but in the end, it has worked to make her faster.

Taking pity on the little Namekian, she let him hit her, a small fist to the gut that she felt, but one she could handle. It left the little Piccolo staring in slight disbelief to find her standing as if nothing had happened.

She chuckled.

"That hurt" she tugged on a single antenna, the action had Piccolo stumbling away in shock and pain, to Sarada's amusement. "You're strong kid and a natural at fighting" though she supposed it is inherited by the one he used to be.

"Not enough" his words were almost broken, sounding odd coming from an even weirder voice. It is as if he is not used to forming words, forming syllables as if he is just learning to speak. Perhaps he is, after all, he is only a year old. He's growing physically and gaining amazing fighting capabilities, but perhaps his mind needs a bit more time than that.

"Ah, well, you'll get stronger"

He says nothing to does words, turning on his heels to retreat to his caretaker.

"Train him," Sarada said to Kami after watching Piccolo disappear into the little house on the lookout. "He'll be good, as long as he's with you he won't become what he once was"

Kami sure hoped so. He would have to trust Sarada on this one, for the Saiyan seemed very confident about her predictions

"I'll stop by regularly to see him, so you'll be seeing me often from now on"

She's gone with those words, returning to the others and watching the one-sided fight between Yamcha and Krillin. After having recovered from Locus' devastating blow the monk had been challenged to another fight by Yamcha. He was determined, Sarada will give him that, but he still lost as expected. But then he wanted to go again, his next loss led to another challenge, so they find themselves here, watching Yamcha get his ass handed to him for the twentieth time for sure. They were having their fun while Chichi had been pulled into a two vs one fight against Tien and Chiaotzu, while Kakarot was loudly and shamelessly cheering her on. It seemed to be more of a distraction than anything else because she ended up knocking him off his feet and telling him to shut up because he was too loud. That one moment with Kakarot left her open enough for Tien to get to her, bringing her to the floor and ready to land a final hit.

"Oh, so close" Bulma snickered.

A headbutt was all it took to have a stumbling back, in his dazed state Chichi kicked him dead in the chest, hard enough for the man to cough of blood and surely hard enough to have Sarada wincing. If he's not down for the count after that then he's braver than Sarada had thought. She could stay and watch that fight unfold, but as always she has things to do and places to be.

Well, not really, she doesn't have much to do and the only place to be is on Beerus' planet.

"Are we leaving?"

"Yeah" Sarada and Bulma stood at the edge of the lookout, both looking over the clouds that hung around the impossible building. Sarada seemed thoughtful, brows furrowed and tail twirling slowly behind her back.

"Lotus, come on we're leaving" Bulma called for the young Saiyan who was nowhere to be seen. Despite that fact, she was speeding towards them only seconds after she had been called, intending to fly right into Bulma who awaited her patiently.

The force with which she flew into Bulma's arms should have been enough to knock her over, but the woman remained on her feet, only laughing in joy at having the child in her arms.

"Where are we going?" Lotus scrambled over Bulma's shoulders leaning dangerously to look at her sister in question.

"Capsule corp," She says that, yet she doesn't move an inch, simply staring at the clouds in the distance. "But first I've gotta ask my dragon something"

With those words a single cloud could be seen heading straight for them, the one Bulma recognized as the one containing Sarada's dragon balls. She hadn't seen that cloud in a while.

The cloud was soon drifting before Sarada, swiftly unfolding to reveal eight iridescent orbs, each containing a number of red stars. Gathering the orbs, Sarada sent the cloud away and placed herself in the middle of the lookout, earning the attention of all who resided there. A pulsating light engulfed the eight dragon balls, bright enough to blind of one were to stare for too long. Tien, Chiaotzu and Yamcha stared at them in wonder, the former having seen them once before and the latter only now gazing upon them.

"What are you planing?" Bulma had to wonder since Sarada didn't tell her anything about summoning Genryuu.

"I've lost a great amount of senzu today and I wish to prevent such destruction in the future"

At the mention of the senzu Kakarot took a step away from his sister, just in case she would remember her rage towards him and punish him yet again.

"So, I've decided to have Genryuu help me" she would need Gen to reconstruct the hyperbolic time chamber for her uses. She would like it to reconstruct it while keeping its time manipulation or whatever it is that makes it work the way it does, it most likely exists in a different realm to their own, hence its own flow of time.

"Genryuu, I have a request"

There is no specific sentence to be said when summoning Genryuu, something Bulma had noticed in the few times Sarada had summoned the dragon. She like everyone else is blinded by the light that comes with the dragon's appearance, only opening her eyes when the light had faded, making it safe for them to look. The sky was dark as it always is when a dragon is summoned and said creature filled their entire vision, taking up more than the space of the lookout itself.

Yamcha, who is seeing this for the first time is beyond shaken by what he was seeing and was not sure whether to be afraid or amazed. The dragon was unlike anything he had seen, appearing to be some monster brought from the underworld before him.

"You summoned me, mother" his voice was deep, but it was clear to them all that his words were a jest, a shared joke between the creature and his creator. Sarada grinned at his words, always amused when he referred to her as such. She's happy he has such a good-natured personality, unlike a certain other dragon she had come to know.

"Yes, my child, I have a request" she plays along like she always does. "I hope it is within your power"

"Most things are seeing as you're the one who made me" a compliment to his creator and perhaps himself. "Speak your wish and I will happily grant it"

"Good, I would like for you to reconstruct the hyperbolic chamber, making it capable of supporting plant life, specifically, senzu," she said. "Can you do that?"

"Yes, this is within my power, albeit I will use up a good amount of the energy the earth has stored for this is no simple task" he informs as if asking for permission to go forth with the process to which he receives a simple nod.

That was all it took for him to do his job, with his eyes glowing red for longer than it usually does, the dragon grants the single wish.

"Your wish has been granted, is there anything else you would like?"

"Wait, so this thing can just grant wishes?" Yamcha is the one to speak prompting everyone to turn in his direction in curiosity.

"Yes, that is his purpose"

When Sarada looked at him Yamcha could not suppress the shiver that ran up and down his spine. He could never rid himself of the fear that would come to him when those onyx eyes found him. She regarded him somewhat curiously, no clear emotion in mind but eyes feeling as if they were judging his entire worth. He always felt as if she was debating whether or not his life was worth any use and he always imagined her deciding he was worthless and it was just a matter of time before she takes care of him herself.

But she never does anything to him, she simply glanced at him and said nothing further other than explaining what it is her dragon does.

"Any wish?" He asked almost hesitantly, afraid of what Sarada would do should she not like his tone of voice.

"If it's within his power, yes"

"So then he could give me the confidence to talk to girls?"

Again Sarada was looking at him, this time her eyes were full of unhidden disappointment while at the same time she did not seem very surprised.

"You're getting your ass beat in each fight and that is what you would wish for?" She spoke as if she was regarding a toddler. "You could have asked for more power, improved reflexes, anything that could aid you in battle and rid you of your laughable weakness and all you can worry about is your confidence when it comes to women?"

"That is quite pathetic" Genryuu's voice hit Yamcha in the chest almost as hard as his and Sarada's comments did.

"Wow" Kakarot seemed more amazed than anything and even Krillin couldn't believe what he had just heard.

He would wish for confidence with women instead of something that would benefit him far more greatly than the ability to speak to women?

"Um..."

"You missed a very fortuitous opportunity" Bulma shook her head before returning her gaze to the dragon, with Sarada doing the same. They were done with him and would pay him no mind for the time being. He truly is a disappointing creature.

"How about you Krillin? Want a boost in power?"

Krillin could hardly believe Sarada was asking him this, so much so that he awaited some backhanded comment or for the late sarcasm, but none came. Again he was left surprised by Sarada's somewhat kind behaviour towards him, something that had come out of nowhere. Was she nice because he had grown stronger and a bit more confident? Was his weakness the only reason behind her sarcastic and oftentimes cruel words?

"Uh"

Sarada quirked a single brow in question, awaiting his answer patiently.

"Y-" he paused, suddenly not sure of what he wanted. His immediate answer to the question was yes, yes he would like a boost in power, but it did not sit well with him for some reason. To be granted power instead of earning it felt very wrong and it made him question certain things. He always thought he would jump at such an opportunity buy now that ut had arrived he was not very certain on what to do.

Perhaps it's because of how much he's grown these past few years, how much stronger he had become under Kakarot's influence and how rewarding it always felt to comprehend how much stronger he had gotten and to get praised for his newfound strength. It was full filing when he attained strength all on his own, and he would like to keep things that way.

"No"

"No?"

"Yeah, I would rather get stronger on my own instead of having power granted to me"

To his surprise, Sarada grinned as if she had heard the greatest thing in the world and it was slightly unnerving to the monk.

"You really have grown, haven't you? I'm glad you've finally sprouted some balls and confidence" Sarada said with a thumbs up, seeming genuinely happy and proud.

"Hehe, she likes you now," Kakarot said with an arm over his friend's shoulder. "Well I guess she always liked you, but it's only now showing"

"Tien, Chiaotzu?" Sarada questioned the other two to which they simply shook their head no.

"Well, I guess you're good to go, Gen"

"You never utilize my five wishes Sarada"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, next time"

"You said that last time"

"Leave, dragon of mine"