A/N: Hiya! Here again! I apologize for the lateness of this. It completely slipped from my mind that I actually already posed/published this story so I kinda forgot to update it... Thanks for all the reviews and special thanks to Afiong Bassey for making me remember this story is here! Sorry this took so long: I hope this is to your liking! I try to update better in the future! Sorry, no KCC action in this chappie!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ...

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One Heart, One Mind

Chapter 3- Training with Kakarotto!

ChiChi seethed in absolute fury, her normally black eyes now almost glowing red with anger and frustration. She stomped around house kicking the furniture and breaking vases on the floor with all the might she could muster. Now considering she was the strongest woman on Earth at the moment the destruction the pissed off Son ChiChi left at her wake was quite considerable. The poor chair that got on the way of her rampage was shattered to splinters as her powerful kick obliterated it.

" RAAAAGH!" she screamed to went the rest of her anger off. Feeling her throat starting to hurt ChiChi she quieted down and slumped on her knees in middle of the annihilated living room, feeling dead tired. Her breathing was coming in heavy pants and a thin sheen of cooling sweat clung to her body all over; her usually neatly done hair was disheveled and messy, the constricting bun having come off long ago.

In all Son ChiChi felt much more calmer than before.

She dared to lift her gaze from the floor boards and survey the mayhem around her: part of her actually being joyful that she still had this much power left to bring down a house. The concrete wall separating their kitchen from the living room didn't just exist anymore, being liquidated into sand dust earlier. She cringed; her beautiful home all gone because of that monster...!!

Her brows creased into hateful frown and she glanced at the clock, surprisingly, still hanging from the wall though little sideways and cracked. It was only 12:06 pm?! Her shoulders slumped again. Friggin' great. She had been awake five hours and her life was already living hell. First her beloved husband gets turned into a complete asshole of a Saiyajin who then forcefully fucks her brains out, she involuntarily shivered in delight at the thought though, and her son will probably get traumatized forever and now a green, freaky, evil demon-incarnate was taking up semi-permanent residence in their house while super androids/cyborgs whatever-tincan-toasters were going to take over the fucking world soon...

" Okay, ChiChi girl, you can do this... just breathe... breathe deep; one problem at time and you'll make it..." she reassured herself and brushed her matted and messy hair behind her ears. The biggest and most demanding problem at the moment was Goku –or rather lack of there. There had to be a way to bring Goku, the real one, back to her and banish that evil bastard Kakarotto to some dank pit he came from.

" But first I need to have him keep his horny paws off of me..." ChiChi muttered darkly. The damn Saiyajin had been more clever than she thought the barbaric monkey-warrior race was capable of being. She wouldn't have to cook but instead be his goddamn feast when he wanted it...! How stupid she had been: Goku as a child had taken care of himself for years and could feed himself just fine.

" I bet Bulma doesn't have this kind of problems with Yamcha as wimpy as that man is... wait! Bulma!"

The scientist woman was a genius: a technology freak and ChiChi would bet her brains that the woman could whip up something for her... one innocent cover story and bingo!

Oh ChiChi, you're evil! She thought and ran out of the door calling for Kintoun. Capsule Corporation, here I come!

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Kakarotto and Piccolo glared at each other grudgingly, though both now had healthy doses of respect for each other. In their unpowered states they had learned that they both could punch quite hard, the bruises on their faces showing it and the hadn't even begun training yet. The drama displayed little earlier in the morning at the Son household was still fresh in their minds. Gohan flew behind the duo feeling edgy and nervous: only Kami would know what could with training happen while his father was like this... He was also excited! This would the first time he'd be really trained by his father!

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" Goddamnit, Mr. Popo! Do you have any idea how stressful is to watch on a spar without knowing if you're going to die or not?" The old wizened Namekuseijin growled irritated and sweat buckets as he watched the trio to reach their destination: training place. He could only hope that this newly resurrected Kakarotto wouldn't kill Piccolo...

Popo continued to water the flowers; the old Kami was getting a bit boring and senile after all...

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Hovering in the air as the landscape stretched out for hundreds of miles without a single human being in present the half-Saiyajin, full Saiyajin and a Namekuseijin reborn as a demon were ready to start their training that would determine the fate of the world in three years. Kakarotto craned his neck and smirked arrogantly at the other two.

" Think ya two pussies can take me on, eh?" he drawled lazily. Piccolo and Gohan almost fell out of the sky from shock. This if something proved that not everything was completely alright with Goku; he was never the one to boast and do trash talk of this kind in a mere spar or training. His clothing was also out of place. Instead of his normal orange gi he now donned his weight dark blue shirt and black gi pants with his usual combat boots. His wrists were adorned with blue bands.

Gohan eyes Piccolo and whispered conspiratorially: " Dad's been little strange lately, hasn't he?" The little Saiyajin half-breed still couldn't removed the pride and joy for his father from his voice, even while saying that.

" Turning into a Super Saiyajin must of scrambled the wiring in his brain or sumthin'," Piccolo muttered back from the corner of his mouth. Coughing then, he scowled at the cocky Saiyajin. " Son, shut up and let's get training." If one of them took this training seriously they just might have a chance. Gohan was still a child, Goku at the moment not completely himself so that left him---

CRACK!!

Kakarotto's fist crashed to his chin snapping his head back and jarring his jaw bone nastily, sending him flying. Gohan gaped in astonishment: never before had he seen his noble father deliver a cheap shot like that. Piccolo quickly shook the same shock from his mind and growled. With a flare of his Ki he stopped himself and turned his angry black eyes as the sinisterly smirking Saiyajin, purple blood dribbling down his chin. Chuckling Kakarotto assumed his battle stance, hovering a bit backward mockingly.

" You... you ... bastard...!" The Namekuseijin ground out. The damned monkey needed a lesson to be taught! This was not Son Goku anymore, but really the savage Saiyajin warrior Kakarotto sent to wipe out all the life on planet Earth. Let Kakarotto to be treated as Kakarotto and Son Goku and Son Goku... Rising his Ki suddenly Piccolo charged and the Saiyajin leaped to meet his challenge eagerly. Just before the immediate contact both zanzokened out of sight and the fight was on. Kakarotto's powerful fist embedded itself into Piccolo's stomach and sending him flying backwards in terrible pain. The green alien recovered fast enough to avoid crushing kick to his neck and deliver punishing kick of his own to the Saiyajin back.

It connected with full force and Kakarotto yelped at the sudden pain in his back and the forest ground was approaching fast. Flipping, he landed on the ground feet first and shot up at the sky and his fist cracked against Piccolo's skull, who had been chasing after him with a massive Ki blast at the ready.

" Dad? Piccolo-san?" Gohan questioned unsurely whilst watching the two to beat the shit out of each other. This wasn't training: it was a brutal scuffle with no refinery of a real martial artists' fight. They were just beating up each other but what mattered most that Gohan was feeling left out and slightly neglected. He was so weak that he couldn't survive a little brawl!

He flew closer, hopefully. " HEY, I'LL JOIN IN TOO, DAD, PICCOLO-SAN!"

The two combatants stopped and turned to him, glaring in all their ruffled glory. " HELL NO! STAY OUT OF OUR WAY, BRAT!" Came out in unison and the fight resumed as if it had never paused in the first place. Gohan's face crunched up: what had begun as a perfect day was turning into a very bad day. He was feeling mad at the adults, so oh very mad. For a moment he thought about threatening to hold his breath and then do it, it worked on TV series after all, and then thought better of it: this was Piccolo and his father. He could probably hold his breath until he fainted and fell out of sky and the two would probably think it as a good training for taking big hits and like dropping on the ground from this height would actually hurt him anyways...

" Hey! I'm not weak!" He declared and jumped in to punch Piccolo who deflected the blow in the last second and he was in the brawl getting himself a nice set of bruises and cuts. Gohan didn't actually notice the minor pain (okay, lots and lots of pain) for he suddenly and inexplicably was having the time of his life, his Saiyain blood roaring to life.

They didn't know how long they had beaten up one another and suddenly Kakarotto stopped in mid-punch, feeling ChiChi's ki signal moving at a rapid pace. Where was that bitch of a mate of his going now? Better not to see any other man or---

" GAH!" Slipped past his lips as a three-fingered fist hit the air out of him and another much smaller one nailed on the cheek, turning his head to the side.

" Shit!" he cursed.

" What a slip up! Mighty Saiyajin was caught off guard! Ha!" Piccolo mocked and Gohan giggled childishly. Kakarotto growled menacingly; the woman was so gonna pay for this when he got home... no more slip ups because of a mere woman!

" You are practically begging for it now!" he declared, wiping off the crimson blood from his chin with the back of his calloused hand. Letting out a sharp yell he battle aura flamed to life and swirled around him in tremendous waves taking on a golden yellow tint. His hair floated upward for few seconds before it was enveloped in Ki and turned wild platinum blond. His charcoal eyes went white and turned into sharp green orbs of fire, the pupilless eyes staring at the bottom of their souls.

Gohan and Piccolo gulped audibly at the golden, almost divine creature in front of them. The legendary Super Saiyajin. A legendary Super Saiyajin with a very nasty smirk.

" Well, shit..." Piccolo deadpanned.

" Uh oh..." Gohan admitted and began wisely backing off. Gohan knew from personal experience that his father was damn scary when pissed off and decided to keep his piehole shut for now. Words only enraged the inflamed being. When you're up to your ears in shit opening your mouth isn't advisable, went the old Chinese saying anyway.

When in deeper shit closing eyes is also recommended and Gohan and Piccolo did just that.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I did! I don't know when the next chapter is going to be out but it will be sooner than this one... sweatdrop... Anyways, reviews if you see fit; otherwise JA NE! What will ChiChi receive from Bulma and just what Kakarotto has in mind for ChiChi for unknowingly breaking his concentration? Seems like Bulma has problems of her own too...