(Hmm. Some people feel the protagonist has been sidelined. ╮(╯▽╰)╭. Can't be helped—I can't skip this part. Because later on, this can count as a pretty good chapter to look back on. If I skipped it, the ending would feel incomplete. Besides, I don't want the Z Fighters to have too little screen time, especially Son Goku and Vegeta. Perhaps the amount of focus I give them could rival Betkas's. You could say that in my plans, Betkas gets three-tenths of the spotlight, Son Goku and Vegeta each get three-tenths, and the Z Fighters get one-tenth. As for how it turns out, that will depend on my inspiration at the time... The distribution of screen time can change at any moment... In many Dragon Ball fanfics I've read before, most authors like to skip ahead. The Z Fighters get pitifully little screen time; in some, even Son Goku gets reduced to a background character. That always felt like such a shame to me... There's probably one more chapter before this ends. I have school tomorrow, so I'll temporarily announce the update schedule during the school term. Hmm, 1:30 PM. If not then, it'll probably be at 6:30 PM. Those are the only two times. If there's no update at either time, I'll post a notice the next day.)
"Uncle Piccolo!!!"
Son Gohan watched the terrifying aftermath of the explosion and cried out the instant he was blasted away, only to be swept far off by the fierce winds.
Meanwhile, Yamcha held both hands before his face and desperately planted his feet... Krillin, meanwhile, had raised the Destructo Disc in his right hand and could only barely stretch out his left arm in front of himself, keeping his balance enough not to be blown away by the blast.
Vegeta, on the