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Son and 18 sat across from each other drinking coffee as her daughter, Maron, played around the kitchen. 

18: What's in it for me, Son? I haven't seen you in years and you want me to ditch my child and husband to fight in your Devil Tournament? You better have a damn good reason for coming here. 

(y/n): 100 million Zeni. That's the prize for victory.

18 choked on her coffee at hearing the number. 

18: 100 Million?! 

(y/n): T-That's right. 100 Million. You, your husband and Maron would be set up for life. 

18: We would... You know what, I'll think about it. 

(y/n): We don't have time to think about it. The Azazel Cup starts in 24 hours. 

18: Damn. 

(y/n): Take it or leave it, 18. I trust that you will do what's best for your family.

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Roshi and Gasper flew together on Kinto-Un as they began to approach a light green terrain with green looking water. 

Roshi: This is it. 

Gasper: What is this place.?

Roshi: New Namek. 

Gasper: New Namek? 

Roshi: A little while back, Son, a Namakian, and I hunted down a warlord named Freiza. 

Gasper: Son told me about him... 

Roshi: The great battle took place on the alien world of Planet Namek. As the battle continued between the newly awakened Super Saiyan (y/n) and Frieza went on, the entire planet exploded. To compensate, we created this place: New Namek. A place where Namakians can live and almost no one knows it even exists. 

Gasper: Wow... Who are we looking for? 

Roshi: Piccolo... 

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18: I'm in. 100 Million Zeni is worth messing around with a bunch of devils for a bit. 

(y/n): Thanks, 18. I just have one more question... Where's 17? 

18: 17? Last time I heard from him, he was on some island as a park ranger protecting animals. 

(y/n): Wow, really? Never thought of that from him... 

18: A lot has changed in those 2 years. 

(y/n): We were younger. 

18: I guess. 

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NOTE: At this point, Son (y/n) is 19 years old. 

During the fight with Frieza, Son was only 16 years old.

When he first met the Androids, he was 17 years old, which will explain talk of time passing between 17, 18, and (y/n).

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(y/n): Dr. Gero really was some son of a bitch, wasn't he? 

18: Damn right. 

(y/n): *Sigh*. I wonder if Bulma even has 100 Million Zeni... 

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Roshi and Gasper approached an odd dome looking house. 

Gasper: All these houses look weird... 

Roshi: That's Namekian Architecture for you...  

Roshi knocked on the door and a large, intimidating green man with antenna answered the door.

???: Oh. It's you. What the hell do you want?

Roshi: It's not what I want. It's more of what he wants. 

???: And what is that? 

Gasper: Oh... I-I... Uh... 

Roshi: We want you to join an elite group of fighters to go beat up some devils. 

???: Is Son (y/n) behind all of this?

Roshi: Yes? 

The man began to close the door. 

Roshi: Please, Piccolo! New Namek is at risk. 

This caught his attention. 

Piccolo: What do you mean?

Roshi: The prize for winning is a wish from a wish dragon named Shenron. An evil group known as the Khaos Brigade is trying to get a wish. Who knows what will happen if they get their wish. 

Piccolo: Do you have any proof that New Namek is in any direct risk? 

Roshi: No... but are you willing to take that chance? 

Piccolo: No...

Roshi: Then join us. 

Piccolo: Fine... I'll join Son (y/n)'s little team. 

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18 and Son flew through the air and across the ocean as they began to approach 17's island. 

(y/n): Wow, okay. This is a pretty big island. I can't sense the energy of an artificial being, so I guess we split up for now. 

18: Right. 

(y/n): If you find him, shoot a Ki blast in the air, so that Ill know where you are. 

18: Got it.

Son and 18 flew in opposite directions, both of them searching for 17. 

(y/n) soon landed in a desert area. 

He continued to look around until he saw a bunch of men in tanks gathered around a black-haired man. 

(y/n): What's going on over there? Hey! It's 17! 

17: I won't warn you again, you poachers.

Poacher Leader: Why don't you piss off! We're gonna kill you then sell those animals for a boatload of cash! Shoot him!

All of the poachers began to fire on 17. 

17 just held up one hand as he blocked all the bullets with ease. 

17: They never learn... 

Poacher Leader: Impossible! Fire! Fire! 

Two of the poachers fired a missile launcher at him. 17 just stood there as he took the full force of the blast.

17, who seemed unharmed, rushed the animal poachers and began to take them out one by one. 

(y/n) floated down to the ground as he witnessed the event. 

(y/n): Wow! He's gotten better! 

As 17 took out the poacher leader, (y/n) landed right behind him. 

17: There's no end... Oh. It's you. 

(y/n): Hey! Long time no see. Nice getup. 

(y/n) admired the shirt that said "MIR" and an orange armband labeled "RANGER". 

17 and (y/n) heard the sound of wheels approaching them. 

(y/n): Who are those guys?

They saw more poachers approaching in tanks. 

17: Poacher scum. 

Poacher: Get them! 

The tanks began to fire as they tried to hit the two. 

(y/n): Aren't you going to take them out? 

17: That's my job... If you're free, then help me. 

(y/n): Sure. 

17: But don't hurt the animals. Let's go!

(y/n): Right. 

17 and (y/n) flew across the air, rushing the poachers. 

17: I'm sure you know, but don't kill these guys either. 

17 was the first to strike as he kicked the front side of a tank, making it collapse within itself and causing it to explode. 

Son punched a single tank which made it fly into the other tanks, destroying them as well. 

17 landed in front of a wounded poacher and gave him a glare that scared him. 

Poacher: D-Don't hurt me! 

The poacher grabbed a rifle next to him and aimed it right at 17's face. 

Poacher: You can't dodge from this distance! 

17 grabbed the barrel of the rifle and bent it upwards so it couldn't shoot. 

Poacher: W-What?! 

17: You can either take care of nature or return to it... Make your choice... 

The poacher ran away screaming. 

17: Tch. 

(y/n): Nice job, 17. 

17: You too, Son. 

(y/n): Oh, right. 

(y/n) stretched his hand up in the air as he shot a Ki blast in the air.

17: What was that for? 

(y/n): You'll see. 

Soon, 18 landed down in the desert terrain and came face to face with 17. 

18: 17. 

17: 18. 

18: It's been a while. Couldn't even bother to call? 

17: Too busy. What about you. 

18: Taking care of my daughter. 

17: Right. What was her name? Marron? 

18: It's Maron. Get it wrong again and I'll kill you. 

(y/n): W-Why don't we calm down. 

18: No need to make small talk, Son. 

(y/n): How old are you now, 17?

17: Me? I'm 17. 

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Piccolo landed back at Kame House with Gasper and Roshi. 

Piccolo: I do admit, it does sound exciting. This will be a great chance to get stronger. 

Roshi: I agree. It will be great to fight alongside Son again. 

Piccolo: It will be. By the way, where is he right now? 

Gasper: He's looking for someone named 17 and 18. 

Piccolo: T-Those two?! Why?!

Gasper: What's so bad about them?

Roshi: Two years ago, Dr. Gero of the Red Ribbon Army built two androids: Android 17 and Android 18, which were tasked with destroying humanity. We had tried to destroy them, but they were just too powerful. Eventually, we had discovered that Dr. Gero had built more androids as a replacement for 17 and 18, so we joined forces with the two to take down the Red Ribbon Army. 

Piccolo: Yes, but when we were still enemies, all they wanted to do was to kill Son (y/n), because Dr. Gero feared his power. They gave us quite a run for our money. 

Roshi: That they did... That they did...

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17: If she's in, then I'm in. 

18: I'm in. 

17: *sigh* I guess I'm in. I have to protect the animals and my family. 

(y/n): That was a bit easier than 18. 

18: What's that supposed to mean? 

(y/n): 17 isn't as stubborn as you. 

18: Why, you! 

17: Chill out, 18. 

18: Damn you, Son...

(y/n): I have an idea, 17. Why don't we spar? I want to see some of that Infinite Android Energy. 

17: Are you sure? I'm quite powerful. 

(y/n): I am too.

  The two flew up in the air as to not hurt the animals during their fight.

17: You ready?

(y/n): Yeah. Let's go.

17 and (y/n) charged each other, trading blows and kicks as they flew around the island. 

(y/n) shot a barrage of Ki blasts at 17, who easily blocked it with his energy barrier. 

(y/n): Damn. I forgot all about that. Seems I might have to get serious. 

Sparks began to fly around (y/n)'s body as his hair turned golden and his eyes became a blue-green color. 

18: Hey! Super Saiyan! I haven't seen that form since I broke your arm that one time. Remember? 

(y/n): Shut it. 

(y/n) and 17 charged each other once more and clashed fists, forming lots of lighting around the two. 

17: You're good. 

(y/n): You too. 

17 showed off some of his infinite speed by teleporting behind him and striking him with his left fist. He began to strike him again and again as gravity pulled (y/n)'s body back down to 17's fist. 

(y/n) held his gut in pain for a bit, but soon shook it off. 

(y/n): Hey... That actually stung... HAH! 

(y/n)'s golden hair begun to grow past his hips as his eyebrows vanished. 

18: Woah. Where'd your eyebrows go? 

17: What's with the hair? 

(y/n): This... Is Super Saiyan 3!

17: That pressure... impressive. 

The sparks that flew off of (y/n)'s Super Saiyan 3 created an immense amount of heat. 

(y/n) decided to show off some of his speed as he teleported in front of 17, who was surprised at his sudden increase in speed and power. (y/n) unleashed a volley of attacks on 17, who responded with his own series of attacks.

18: Hey. They seem to be equal.

(y/n) flew back and prepared his signature attack. 

(y/n): Ka... Me... Ha... Me... HAAA!!!

(y/n) attack flew at 17, but he used an energy shield to block the attack. 

(y/n)'s hair turned back to normal as they stopped fighting. 

17: I'd say that's enough for now.

(y/n): Agreed. Let's save it for the tournament...

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(y/n), 17, and 18 teleported to the front of Kame House using Instant Transmission. 

Gasper: (y/n)! You're back! 

(y/n): Yup. Meet 17 and 18. 

17: Hey there. 

18: Pleased to meet you. 

Piccolo walked up to the pair and exchanged eyes with 17. 

Piccolo: It's been some time, hasn't it? 

17: It has... 

Piccolo: I've gotten stronger since last time... 

17: So have I... 

The two of them shook hands. 

Piccolo: I'm glad to fight alongside you. 

17: No one I'd rather have. 

18: Idiots... 

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Using (y/n)'s Instant Transmission, (y/n) teleported his entire group to Issei's house. 

Issei: Woah! New faces!

Rias: Who are these guys? 

Asia: Oh! He's... Green! 

Piccolo: Gotta problem with that? 

Vasco: Oh! Another old-timer in here too? 

Roshi: Old-timer?! 

18: These guys are loud. 

17: Agreed.

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(y/n) stood alone in his room as everyone exchanged stories and greetings downstairs. After all, the tournament was only 13 hours away. 

(y/n) heard the door open behind him. 

It was Xenovia.

(y/n): Hey. 

Xenovia: Hey. 

(y/n): How've you been holding up? 

Xenovia: I've been fine. Looks like you brought friends. 

(y/n): That I did.

Xenovia: I... missed you. 

(y/n): I did too.

Xenovia hugged (y/n)'s body as she buried her face in his chest. 

Xenovia: Can we just stay like this for a bit? 

(y/n): Of course. 

(y/n) buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

(y/n): I wish things would just go back into normal... 

Xenovia: Me too... Me too... 

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Next Time: Here comes Frieza!