Blecker x Dragonball

Roar! Gohan tests her limits!

Gohan was back in giant cat monster form, fending off attacks from all sides as she danced about the gravity room. The roof was open, exposing her to the void, but the habitability zone kept her safe. A giant catgirl maid with green hair (Piccolo) and a yellow cat tail and ears with pink spot-rings was grappling with her. Below, Chi-Chi, in a new version of her childhood suit, launched her head crest like a guided missile at Gohan. The others, such as Krillin, Goku, Yamcha, Puar, and Chiaotzu, were making attacks from below with Ki. Yajirobe stood ready but bored with his sword, while Korin watched quietly.

"Control yourself, young lady!" Krillin admonished.

Chi-Chi's blade struck the beast, and as it flew back, she caught it on an arm brace only to launch it back with an air punch, before firing her head laser at her daughter.

"I-I know," the beast bellowed. "I-I am sorry," she roared and unsheathed her claws, swiping at Piccolo and drawing red blood. Though still a Namekian where it counted, the wounds quickly closed.

"An apology is hollow if your actions don't match it!" Yamcha shouted back.

From the head of Cross the dragon, Bulma silently fumed. Around the train were several smaller spaceships watching the spectacle.

"Ms. Bulma, several messages have come in," the robot dragon spoke in a formal tone. "Translations from the Galaxy Line com systems are now complete. Would you like to see them or just a summary?"

"Kinda focused on Gohan's training, Cross. Just a summary, please."

"Understood."

"Also, you're not a damn machine. Stop sounding so formal."

"That is... harder. While my personality does remain intact in this form, I am a machine. Everything is programmed, coded, and processed. It's one reason I do not like to maintain this form for long periods. Like the beast, it creates its own sense of... loss."

"This was your idea, Cross. You could return to a human at any ti—" she cut herself off as she glanced over at a corner of the cockpit, where several of Cross's key organs were removed so she could study their mechanical side.

"That would be... ill-advised at this time."

Bulma kicked herself mentally. "Look, I'm sorry, Cross. How was I to resist? Your subsystems are next level!"

The machine dragon gave a synthetic laugh. "Were our positions reversed, I would do the same. And have, of sorts..." Then, without a segue, she returned to her first topic. "The messages seem to conclude we are some kind of space arena. Some are offering money for our contestants. I have auto-rejected all such offers."

"Good," Bulma gave a relieved sigh. "We're not slaves to be bought and sold."

"Indeed..." Cross continued without pause. "Others are asking what the next match is or if they can still sign up. I have told them to wait while management is consulted."

Bulma fumed, "Why did you do that? We don't have time to waste on some stupid fighting tournament."

"Don't we? Sensors indicate Namek will be reached in a few days. A final tournament against unknown space opponents would be a great final match to test our team's growth."

Bulma hated to admit it, but Cross was right. While the team had gotten strong, it was against enemies they knew well. A rogue element right before potentially taking on multiple Vegeta-level threats would be good.

She sighed, "Alright, Cross, you win. We'll set down on this near moon and set up brackets, but I want everyone to fight, so we'll need to bullsh*t some sort of exhibition match for these space fighters to work up to Goku and Gohan."

"Goku?"

Bulma nodded, "Oh, absolutely. You know he would jump at a chance to fight strong guys, and we really don't have the means to train his giant beast form, so we can set him up as a free-for-all end match, which will at least give him some training in controlling the beast in a real fight."

"Might I suggest code names, and all combatants take maid form? This way, the competitors won't complain about the 'disqualified' fighters here getting a second chance."

Bulma sighed, "Some really won't be keen, but I'll talk to them."

In the gravity arena, Gohan started to shrink, reverting to her cat form as the roof closed around them. She breathed heavily as she turned for the train door, "Sorry for being such a troublemaker, everyone. I'll make a nice meal to make it up to everyone. It's just right now I'm really tired."

"Of course, Gohan, go rest, and you don't need to make us anything. We knew what we were getting into," Krillin said softly.

Gohan yawned, slipping into the train segment, the others behind. "I insist. I've really been a terrible servant and an even worse young lady lately."

Chi-Chi fought to hide her worry. She knew that was the transformation talking, but she didn't like the way Gohan was changing before her eyes. Sure, he was becoming more polite and gracious, but he was also getting way too comfortable referring to himself as a young lady and even taking maid form outside of combat training for simple things like cooking lessons or etiquette. She did not like the way things were going at all. She had a son, not a daughter, and she would be damned if she let one become the other.