Breaking Limits: A DBZ Fan-fic

Chapter 61

Ah, yes I have returned. Those who read my other stuff should already know that I have returned to those I had abandoned for months and I hope to update them more frequently. I don't have much to say other than sorry for disappearing. Also I hope you guys bare with me and my stupid schedule as I simply post when I have a chapter written and I don't really have writing schedule either. I just write when I can, when I'm bored, when I get an idea and motivation. I write everyday, not always for the things I need to post because it takes some time to get those down on paper sometimes. So yeah, sorry for being how I am and my trash schedule.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I think the next will be a time skip. The time skip will be two years and yeah, we'll get to the whole "Bulma and Sarada wanna have a kid" thing.

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Sarada had understood that Piccolo would be growing rapidly, yet she was admittingly surprised by his show of strength. Having challenged the young Namekian to a fight in order to see where he stands on the power scale, she did not expect the almost be sent flying with the force of a single fist. She was unprepared for such strength, having not expected him to be almost as strong as Kami already. He was but a year old, appearing to be a three-year-old despite that, and holding strength that almost reached that of his older self.

Having already experienced his power, Sarada was prepared for the next attack, catching his fist in hand and quickly disabling him before he tried to hit her with a ki blast. She just wanted to see how good he was and it's safe to say she was impressed.

"You say you haven't been training him yet?" She had to ask in disbelief, dancing around the young Namekian who did not stay down after she almost broke his arm. He simply shook it off and came right back at her, but none of his hits landed, for the Saiyan was skillfully evading his every attack.

"Yes" Kami had to admit that he was quite worried about how well his junior could handle a fight and how strong he was so early on. He worried he would end up like his former self, that he'll rediscover his evil rage and send them down the same rabbit hole. Sarada had reassured him, promising that that would not be the case because she will handle him if he even thinks about following in his elder's footsteps.

He was frustrated, Sarada could tell, the young Piccolo could not touch her and it worked on his nerve. It's understandable. She would sometimes feel the exact same way when going up against Whis, under the excitement exhaustion would build and she would grow frustrated, shouting in her efforts to hit the angel. It was a troublesome endeavour but in the end, it has worked to make her faster.

Taking pity on the little Namekian, she let him hit her, a small fist to the gut that she felt, but one she could handle. It left the little Piccolo staring in slight disbelief to find her standing as if nothing had happened.

She chuckled.

"That hurt" she tugged on a single antenna, the action had Piccolo stumbling away in shock and pain, to Sarada's amusement. "You're strong kid and a natural at fighting" though she supposed it is inherited by the one he used to be.

"Not enough" his words were almost broken, sounding odd coming from an even weirder voice. It is as if he is not used to forming words, forming syllables as if he is just learning to speak. Perhaps he is, after all, he is only a year old. He's growing physically and gaining amazing fighting capabilities, but perhaps his mind needs a bit more time than that.

"Ah, well, you'll get stronger"

He says nothing to does words, turning on his heels to retreat to his caretaker.

"Train him," Sarada said to Kami after watching Piccolo disappear into the little house on the lookout. "He'll be good, as long as he's with you he won't become what he once was"