The sky above Earth stretched wide and endless — a gentle blue that held no trace of war, no scream of battle, no roar of Saiyan fury. Yet beneath its peace, one heart still carried the silence of loss.
Inside a quiet home nestled among the green hills, 18 sat by the window. Her gaze drifted beyond the horizon, but her thoughts were lost somewhere far deeper. Elder Kai's words still echoed in her mind — "Razor might be gone… and even if he survived, there's no way to bring him back."
For a long time, she had believed she would never cry again. But that night, as the stars shimmered faintly above, tears finally fell — not of weakness, but of a heart breaking quietly for the one it loved.
Days passed. Then weeks. And months.
Sometimes when the pain became too much to carry, she would look down — at the small life growing inside her. Her hand brushed over her stomach, and a faint smile softened her face."He'd want me to stay strong," she whispered. "For you… our little one."
Bulma, Chi-Chi, 17 and 16 would visit occasionally to check on her, worrying about her and her child's health.
After a few weeks, the cries of a newborn filled that same house. 18, pale but smiling, held the child close. "She's… beautiful," Bulma whispered, with a small smile. 18 nodded weakly. "Rizze," she murmured. "Her name is Rizze. For him."
Rizze's name — Rizze — had been chosen with care. A name to honor her father, to make sure that no one, not even time, would forget the Saiyan who sacrificed himself.
Four years later
The small home Razor and 18 had once lived in together stood quietly on Mount Paozu. A home once meant for two warriors… now filled with the laughter of one small child.
The cries of a baby had long faded, replaced by the curious chatter of a four-year-old girl with bright blue eyes, pale-golden hair, and a short brown tail swishing behind her.
"Mommy, look!" the child giggled, balancing awkwardly on her tail before toppling over. "Did you see that? I almost did it!"
18 turned from the kitchen, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Almost, Rizze. Maybe next time you'll last longer than two seconds."
"That's mean!" Rizze pouted, crossing her tiny arms.
"It's called honesty," 18 teased softly, setting a plate down. "Now eat before it gets cold."
Bulma often visited, helping 18 when Rizze was younger. "Rizze's got that similar face to yours," Bulma would say, smiling. "And that tail! She's adorable."
18 would only nod, hiding the faint smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah and… she's got Razor's stubbornness."
In the quiet moments, 18 sometimes caught herself staring at the night sky. Her hand would brush against the glass, eyes distant.She no longer cried — but every memory still ached like an old wound that never quite healed.
Rizze would often curl up beside her and ask, "Mom… what was Dad like?"
18 paused the first few times, searching for words. Then she'd say softly, "He was… grumpy. Always acting like nothing mattered."
"Like you?" Rizze grinned.
That earned a quiet laugh. "Much more intense. But inside, he was strong, and cared… he was a warrior."
Rizze's eyes would light up. "Then I'll be strong too! Like Dad!"
"You already are," 18 whispered, brushing her daughter's hair away from her face.
But peace shattered once more.
The Earth trembled under a new terror — Majin Buu. Released from his ancient seal by the sinister wizard Babidi, Buu's power was great but Goku, Vegeta and even Gohan who had abandoned his training could handle. But his ability to absorb his enemy to grow stronger troubled Z Fighters because if he couldn't defeat them he could absorb them and grow stronger.
Majin Buu separated into his Good and Evil counterpart but its evil counterpart absorbed the good Buu increasing his power further. But by using the fusion dance Goku and Vegeta fused together into a warrior of great power, Vegito. He then not only easily defeated Buu but also separated all the absorbed Z Fighters as well as Good Buu.
Buu after that grew weaker and transformed into Kid Buu and the fusion came undone. Although Kid Buu was weaker its ki was of pure malice. After bickering among themselves Goku and Vegeta choose to play rock, paper and scissors to decide who will fight him. Ultimately Vegeta won and fought Kid Buu defeating and erasing him.
Earth lived. Humanity survived. Everyone on Earth forgot about the disaster after Z Warriors used dragon balls.
Four more years later
Rizze was now eight — still small, her golden hair glinting in sunlight. She'd grown into a cheerful, confident girl.
But peace was broken once again — but this time, the tremor came from the gods themselves.
The God of Destruction, Beerus, had awakened. His power dwarfed anything the warriors had seen, and with his attendant Whis, he descended to Earth in search of a single warrior — the Super Saiyan God. Crashing into Bulma's birthday party.
The Z Fighters stood assembled once again.
As Shenron explained the ritual, Goku turned towards everyone. With the help of Gohan, Vegeta, Trunks, Goten and Rizze, Goku performed the ritual.
They joined hands, energy flowing through them.
A brilliant red light engulfed Goku, his aura roaring to life. His black hair turned red, eyes glowing with the same. The power of the gods flowed through him — the birth of the Super Saiyan God.
Rizze watched in awe, her heart pounding. "He looks amazing…"
Vegeta smirked. "Don't get used to it, kid. I'll surpass that soon."
The battle between Goku and Beerus raged across the skies — divine energy splitting clouds and parting oceans. The Earth trembled under the clash of gods. Whis shielded everyone on the cruise with his barrier from the shockwaves of their clash.
And though Goku ultimately lost, Beerus's laughter echoed with satisfaction. "Impressive. You Saiyans are far too entertaining to destroy."
With that, the God of Destruction left with his attendant, leaving behind a world saved once more.
Everyone sighed in relief as laughter filled ship once again.
18 smiled faintly, as she praised Rizze for her contribution.
Rizze smiled. "I'll train harder. I'll be strong — just like him."
18 placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You already are, little warrior."
For a moment, the bright sky felt timeless — peaceful.