Super Dragon Ball: Redux Kaizen

Intermission Set 1: P1

(One Week Later: Satan City)

"Well, back to the usual, I guess. . ."

A spiky black-haired boy stood in front of the gates of Orange Star Highschool, his bag over his shoulder as he wore a black and white fleece jacket with a hood along with simple black sweats and sneakers to match. The Orange Star, High School badge, was sticking out the side of his waist to show he was a student of this fine school despite all the chaos that happened a week ago. Kuzuku Ayoma, the one who brought Cell's second defeat and went unknown, was finally back to taking classes after recovering from his injuries. Well, most of them, anyway. His arms, at least, were still healing from the burns and bruises he sustained from overexerting himself, but he was, for the most part, fine. As long as some superpower alien threat doesn't come down from the sky for the millionth time and proves too much for Goku and Vegeta to handle alone, then he'll be good. Granted, he was partially thankful for being so injured, given that he used it as a good excuse to skip classes for a while. He needed a breather, some time to himself, and to relax. Saving the world was far more taxing than he had thought, and sometimes, he wondered how someone like Goku and Vegeta were capable of taking on the weight of everyone's lives. Granted, they were more interested in fighting strong opponents rather than actually caring about the planet itself. Such is the mentality of a battle junkie and a former eradicator of planets.

Kuzuku sighed as he walked towards the entrance and took his first steps inside the school, hoping that the day would go by quickly. His wounds were still sore, but that didn't stop him from wanting to at least focus on himself in terms of fighting. Ever since that fight against Cell, the irking feeling of wanting to improve and reach the same level as that time was forever on his mind. It was a taste, but it was enough to make him hungry, if that made sense. Was that the Saiyan in his talking? Perhaps, but in his defense, unlike Gohan, Goten, and Trunks, he was a pure-blooded Saiyan born and bred. He could understand why he felt like he did. It was something that was in his blood, after all. As he walked the halls, he looked down at his fist, his mind wandering to the power he gained after that mysterious man showed up, "Whatever he did. . .I can't seem to obtain that same level. I did get stronger, it seems, but not at that level. He said I could after removing whatever he was talking about, but how long would that take?"

It was his little dilemma for the past week. Something that he kept pondering over and over again for the past week. He tried training normally which felt like he wasn't getting anywhere. They tried meditating like Piccolo, which only led to him falling asleep. Hell, he considered going to Master Roshi's. Still, he was blocked off because the old master of martial arts seemed 'preoccupied' with his own 'training.' If you know the old man personally, then you'd know what he meant by that, and Kuzuku wasn't going to mull over it. That just left Goku and Vegeta, but since they weren't there to witness the fight, it was too much of a hassle to explain and try to recreate it. Besides, they're busy with their own lives since after getting separated from their wives for three days, Chi-Chi has Goku working double the work on the farm and Vegeta. . .well, he's a shopping slave to his wife at the moment. So, there went that idea out the window. Kuzuku sighed again before taking a turn around the corner of the hallway to the first class of the day.

He stopped in front of the classroom door and muttered to himself as he slid it open, "Guess I'll have to find something else then. . ."

He looked around the room; the classroom was half-filled despite it being a week after the chaos caused by Project: Festival and Cell. Granted, he couldn't blame them as everyone was still recovering from the shock of numerous super-human clones of the Z-Fighters literally blowing up cities and towns all over the planet. But after that, most of the world had already settled back to normalcy, and the Z-Fighter's scapegoat, Mr.Satan himself, had been trending. Almost ten times more than usual. He couldn't fathom how much money he was making now after "defeating Cell" for the second time. At this point, he might as well have his own country with the rate it's going. Hell, make him the new king of the world and replace King Furry.