Dawn – The Shifting Home
Planet Vegeta's dual suns cast long shadows across the worn stones of the marketplace. Yet, within the modest district where lower-class Saiyans resided, a deeper shadow had formed—one that grew between a mother and the son who no longer felt like a child.
Gine stood in the threshold of their home, the scent of burned breakfast still clinging to the air. Her hands trembled over a cold pan. She wasn't crying. Not visibly. But her ki, once calm and nurturing, flickered like a dying star.
Kakarot stepped in, expression unreadable. He'd been gone again last night—training, again. Or so he said. But she had sensed him far beyond the limits of any known combat drills.
"Morning," he said.
She didn't reply.
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Gine's Breaking Point
"You've changed," Gine finally said, her voice tight. "Every day, it's like there's more of you… and less of the boy I knew."
He approached her, step by slow step, and stopped inches away. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"You're four years old, Kakarot!" she snapped. "But you move like a man. You speak like a leader. And you look at me like—like I'm not your mother."
Silence passed between them like a storm front.
"I look at you like the woman who raised me," he answered, calm. "The one who taught me compassion in a world of killers. The one who tried to protect me from a destiny she didn't understand. You're more than a mother to me, Gine."
She froze, the air thick with ki.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered.
"I want your trust. Your strength. And your truth."
Gine staggered backward. She wanted to scream. Instead, she collapsed into a chair.
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Kakarot's Growing Plans
Later, Taroa joined him atop a cliff overlooking the Saiyan capital. Her loyalty had become a quiet constant—a presence that never questioned, only supported.
"You're going to challenge Frieza, aren't you?" she asked.
"Eventually," he replied. "But not until I have what I need."
"And what's that?"
"A force he can't see coming. Saiyans willing to evolve."
He laid out a vision—not of rebellion, but of subversion. Implanting ideas into elite bloodlines. Restructuring the warrior caste through merit, not power level. Using biokinetics to heal and enhance.
"You're going to start a civil shift," she said.
He nodded. "And I'll need symbols. A family. A legacy. Not just strength. Purpose."
She glanced sideways. "You think Gine will be part of that?"
"She already is."
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Gine and Fasha
Meanwhile, Gine sought counsel from her oldest friend—Fasha.
"You're telling me your son is a grown warrior in a child's body and wants more than a bedtime story?" Fasha asked dryly.
Gine couldn't help but smile. "It sounds insane."
"No. It sounds like Saiyan biology finally caught up to prophecy. You remember the Old Bloodlines? They talked about spirits reborn through flesh. The warrior gods who needed mortal ties."
"You think he's one of them?"
Fasha shrugged. "I think you already know what he is. The question is: who are you going to be now?"
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A Private Night
Later that night, Gine found Kakarot meditating alone, his aura like a hurricane sealed in glass.
She knelt beside him.
"I don't understand any of this," she admitted.
"You don't have to," he whispered. "Just feel it."
He opened his eyes—those golden irises not of any known Saiyan.
Their hands touched.
What followed wasn't sex. Not in the base sense. It was a communion. A breaking of walls. A surrender, quiet and all-consuming.
When morning came, Gine stood taller. Her ki was changed. She had stopped resisting.
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Power Levels Update – End of Chapter 4
Kakarot (Age 4.6):
Base Power: 250
Biokinetic Flow: Advanced (Regenerative Cells Activated)
Ki Layering Efficiency: 84%
Emotional Influence: Moderate to High
Gine (After Acceptance): 400
Taroa: 310 (plateaued)
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