Kintaro: The Descendant Of Yamoshi

Androids Attack!!

The Z-Fighters gather in the outskirts of South City. They all look at each other nervously. They've trained non-stop for three years... but will it be enough to stop the androids?

"Oh, new outfit I see." Piccolo says, acknowledging Kintaro's new outfit. It's a red top, white pants, and blue wristbands, with a kanji on the front. (See book cover). 

"Oh yeah, Arima made it for me. Pretty sweet, right?" Kintaro replies, showing off a bit.

[Due to the cover image being AI generated I have no idea if the kanji means something but I'm going to say it represents something later.]

"Yeah, it looks good." Krillin says, as Bulma lands at the scene. Holding a baby. Everyone gives Bulma a look.

"So... it was a fun three years for you, wasn't it?" Kintaro says, a smirk growing on his face. He gets punched in the arm by Bulma.

"This is my baby boy! His name is Trunks." Bulma says holding up Trunks, showing him off. Goku plays with him a little. 

"Trunks? Isn't that name of the--" Kintaro starts, before being elbowed by Piccolo, confirming his question. Kintaro hops around. As tense as this is, he's ready to fight some androids. 

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"Oh COME ON! Really, man? You couldn't last like, two seconds?!" Tien shout in frustration. Yamcha is currently being held by his face a gaping hole in his chest.

The clown looking humanoid, which is probably an android, looks at Goku.

"Target acquired." It says. The old man looking guy starts going on and on about how they've come to get revenge on Goku. Kintaro isn't really listening. He didn't come here for some monologuing supervillain, he came to fight a potentially deadly enemy.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Planning revenge for 20 years, whatever. Let's fight!" Kintaro says after 10 minutes of yapping from the old man. "Piccolo, you know any good wastelands around here?"

"Why are you asking me?" Piccolo asks. Kintaro raises an eyebrow. "...There's one about 100 miles from here west. It's actually kind of nice. Interesting rock formations, neat flora."

The rest of the group is already flying off.

"OH FINE!" Piccolo says, before catching up to them.