Gogeta Waiting in Havie’s Ship – Mori Arrives

  Gogeta sat with his arms crossed, leaning back in one of the high-tech seats aboard Havie’s ship. His tail flicked lazily as he glanced around, taking in the sleek, glowing panels and the smooth, metallic walls.

  The ship wasn’t massive—just efficient. Everything here had a purpose. No wasted space. No useless luxury. Just raw, optimized power in every detail.

  Still, he wasn’t impressed. He had been sitting here for a while, tapping his foot against the smooth floor. Havie had summoned them, but no one had said anything yet.

  Then, the ship’s doors slid open with a smooth, near-silent hiss.

  Mori stepped inside.

  She didn’t even glance around—no curiosity, no awe. She walked in like she had been here a hundred times before.

  Gogeta raised an eyebrow. “Took you long enough.”

  Mori rolled her eyes. “Please. Like I was in a hurry to be here.” She finally looked around, giving the ship a quick once-over before casually walking past Gogeta and leaning against one of the control panels.

  Then, she tapped the metallic surface twice.

  “Etherium,” she said flatly.

  Gogeta blinked. “Huh?”

  “This metal.” She knocked on it again. “It’s called Etherium. One of the rarest materials in the universe.”

  Gogeta gave the floor a small kick. “Didn’t seem that special when I walked in.”

  Mori smirked. “That’s because you don’t know what you’re looking at.” She held up a hand, casually explaining like it was common knowledge.

  “Etherium doesn’t just absorb energy—it adapts to it. Try blowing this ship up? It’ll just get stronger. The more force it takes, the more durable it becomes. It doesn’t break. It evolves.”

  Gogeta frowned, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his seat. “So… what? This ship’s indestructible?”

  Mori shrugged. “No. Everything can be destroyed.” She sat down across from him, stretching her legs out. “But Etherium makes it a nightmare to do so. It’s so rare that even our empire only has small amounts of it. This ship? It’s covered in it.”

  She rested her head against her hand. “I knew Havie was loaded, but this confirms it.”

  Gogeta grunted. “Tch. Doesn’t change much.”

  Mori raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You’re sitting inside one of the most expensive war machines in existence.”

  Gogeta smirked. “Yeah. And?”

  Mori rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”

  Gogeta leaned back, closing his eyes. “I’ll start caring when it punches me in the face.”

  Mori shook her head. This guy…

  The ship hummed around them, the subtle energy of Etherium reinforcing its structure. And yet, here they were—two Saiyan kids, talking like it was just another day.

  ### **The Takeoff**

  The launch platform groaned under the warship’s weight, its Etherium hull shimmering with a faint iridescent sheen—like oil on water—as it absorbed residual energy from the docking clamps. Havie cracked his neck, his exaggerated stretches sending shockwaves through the reinforced floor.

  **"Ahhhh, nothing like a pre-flight stretch!"** he roared, his voice echoing across the metallic canyon of the spaceport. **"You two better limber up—this ain’t no pleasure cruise. Hyperspeed’ll turn your bones to pudding if you’re not Saiyan-grade tough."**

  Mori eyed the warship skeptically. Its angular design resembled a blade forged in zero gravity, with overlapping Etherium plates that *rippled* faintly under the dock’s harsh white lights. **"Let me guess,"** she said, tapping the hull. **"This ‘Etherium’ stuff is why your ship looks like it’s sweating rainbows?"**

  Havie grinned, slapping the hull hard enough to make the entire warship vibrate. **"Smart girl! Etherium’s not just armor—it’s alive, in a way. Absorbs energy, adapts to attacks… and yeah, it shimmers when it’s hungry. This baby’s been feeding on starlight for weeks. She’s ready to fly."**

  Gogeta pressed a hand against the hull. The metal felt unnervingly warm, like skin. **"Hungry? You make it sound like a pet."**

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  **"Better than a pet,"** Havie laughed, stomping up the boarding ramp. **"Pets die. This thing? The more you try to kill it, the prettier it gets."**

  ---

  ### **The Flight**

  Inside, the cockpit looked less like a bridge and more like the ribcage of a mechanical beast. Glowing blue veins of energy pulsed beneath the floor, converging at Havie’s command chair—a jagged throne fused with crystalline control panels. **"Sit tight, Princess,"** Havie said, plopping down and making the entire ship shudder. **"We’re taking the scenic route."**

  **"Scenic?"** Mori muttered, buckling into a seat with restraints thicker than her torso. **"We’re in deep space. It’s just… black."**

  **"Not where we’re goin’,"** Havie said, punching in coordinates. **"Hold onto your lunch."**

  The engines roared—a sound so deep it felt like the universe itself was growling. Through the viewing window, the **Bloodfire Nebula** dominated the view—a sprawling cloud of crimson gas where newborn stars flickered like embers in smoke. Gogeta’s tail twitched as the ship accelerated, warping space until the nebula stretched into a tunnel of swirling red and gold.

  **"Hyperspeed’s messy here,"** Havie shouted over the shuddering hull. **"Nebula’s got gravity pockets like potholes. But hey—"** He grinned wildly as the ship bucked violently, **"—keeps things fun!"**

  Mori gripped her armrests, watching **strands of raw cosmic energy** lick at the Etherium hull like blue lightning. **"Fun? We’re being electrocuted by space!"**

  **"Nah, that’s just the ship digesting,"** Havie said. **"Etherium loves exotic radiation. Tastes better than starlight."**

  Gogeta stared as the ship plowed through a **rogue asteroid field**. The Etherium hull didn’t dodge—it *shattered* the rocks on impact, absorbing their kinetic energy in flashes of orange light. **"This thing eats asteroids?!"**

  **"Breakfast of champions,"** Havie winked.

  ### **The Crimson Planet**

  The ship dropped out of hyperspeed with a gut-wrenching lurch. Before them hung **Valka’s Maw**—a planet born from cosmic violence.

  **Location:**

  - Orbiting a **white dwarf star** in a binary dance with a **black hole** (visible as a warped ring of light in the distance).

  - The star’s intense gravity stretched the planet into a slight oval, creating tidal forces that kept its core molten.

  - The black hole’s accretion disk loomed on the horizon like a jagged crown, bathing the planet’s night side in eerie ultraviolet light.

  **Surface Details:**

  - **Atmosphere:** Thick with **ash storms** that glowed electric blue due to charged particles from the star.

  - **Geography:** A jagged tapestry of **volcanic spires** and **lava oceans**, with rivers of molten metal (iron-nickel) cutting through obsidian plains.

  - **Wildlife:** **Lava wyrms** (serpentine creatures with magma-forged scales) slithered in the lava flows, their glowing eyes tracking Saiyan warriors who trained by leaping between their spiked backs.

  Havie banked the ship low, skimming a **supervolcano** whose eruption column punched into the ash-choked sky. **"Home sweet hellhole,"** he said proudly. **"See those towers? War-Graves of the Old Kings. Saiyans built ’em to train in *crush gravity*—100,000 times Earth standard. Die in there, and your body gets compressed into a pebble. Efficient, right?"**

  Mori stared at a squad of Saiyans below, their muscles straining as they grappled atop a **floating island of magnetized ore** that hovered in the turbulent atmosphere. **"Why would anyone live here?"**

  **"Live here?"** Havie barked a laugh. **"Nobody *lives* here. You survive here. You get stronger here. This planet’s a boot camp for the cosmos—it chews up weaklings and spits out warriors."**

  Gogeta’s eyes burned with reflection from the lava flows. **"It’s… brutal. But…"** He smirked. **"I like it."**

  **"Course you do!"** Havie punched his shoulder, nearly dislocating it. **"You’re Saiyan. Pain’s your poetry."*

  The Descent: A Symphony of Saiyan Mayhem

  The Saiyan warship tore through Valka’s Maw’s ash-choked sky, its Etherium hull glowing faintly as it absorbed the planet’s volatile radiation. Below, Havie’s base sprawled like a fortress forged in the belly of a volcano—steel towers jutted from molten rock, training grounds buzzed with energy blasts, and the air crackled with the scent of ozone and burnt meat.

  Havie, a mountain of muscle and menace at 13 feet tall, loomed in the cockpit like a living siege weapon. His voice boomed, shaking the ship’s walls. “Strap in, runts. Landing’s gonna be… enthusiastic.”

  Gogeta squinted out the viewport. “Why’s the landing pad covered in craters?”

  “Because Saiyans don’t land,” Havie growled, slamming a fist on the controls. “We arrive.”

  The ship plummeted, engines roaring, and slammed into the steel platform with a deafening CRUNCH. The impact sent shockwaves through the base, toppling a nearby stack of crates and startling a group of sparring warriors mid-punch.

  Mori glared at Havie. “Was that necessary?”

  “Yes.” Havie grinned, teeth like tombstones. “First lesson: here, subtlety gets you eaten.”

  ---

  Welcome to Hell’s Gym

  The ramp lowered, unleashing a cacophony of Saiyan bedlam:

  Training Pit: A hulking Saiyan with four arms wrestled a lava wyrm, its magma scales hissing as it coiled around him.

  Weapons Range: Soldiers fired energy cannons at floating drones… and each other. “DODGE BETTER, MORON!” someone yelled as a blast vaporized a trainee’s scouter.

  Mess Hall: Warriors devoured entire roasted beasts, bones and all, while arguing over whose kill was “tastiest.”

  Repair Bay: A mechanic welded a ship’s hull with one hand and chugged lava-brew with the other. “MULTITASKING!” he slurred.

  Havo, the drunken uncle, stumbled into view, tripping over his own tail. His breath reeked of fermented starfruit. “Boss! You brought… hic… snacks?” He squinted at Gogeta and Mori. “Wait, no—these are kids! Since when do we recruit ankle-biters?”

  Hazor, his nephew, materialized like a long-suffering shadow. “Uncle. Stop. Talking.”

  “BUT THEY’RE SO SMOL!” Havo pinched Gogeta’s cheek. “Lookit this lil’ murder muffin! Betcha can’t even lift a battle axe!”

  Gogeta deadpanned, “I could lift you.”

  Havie’s laughter shook the ground. “Havo, shut your trap before I toss you into the lava pits. Again.”

  Hazor dragged his uncle away, muttering, “Why do I even bother…”

  Laundry Day with the Gator Gang

  As Hazor led them deeper into the base, they passed a laundry cavern where steam billowed from industrial-sized cleaners. Inside, five reptilian aliens—each more terrifying than the last—folded gi’s with military precision.

  The leader, Grakk, a 9-foot alligator-warrior with serrated claws, hissed at a bloodstained uniform. “Saiyans. Always getting gutted. Disrespectful to fabric.”

  His lackey, Voss, scrubbed a singed sash. “Remember when they bet us their laundry duty? ‘Beat us in combat,’ they said. Joke’s on them—we liked fighting.”

  Grakk snorted. “Now we’re glorified maids. Humiliating.”

  Mori blinked. “Why don’t you fight him?”

  Grakk’s yellow eyes narrowed. “You met Havie? Dude’s 13 feet of ‘no way.’”

  Gogeta picked up a folded shirt. “Why’s this one sparkly?”

  Voss sighed. “Lord-class Saiyan. His sweat’s radioactive. Ruins the thread count.”

  Havie’s Sermon: Pain Is Poetry

  Havie led them to the War-Graves of the Old Kings, obsidian spires where gravity crushed bones to dust. Saiyans trained inside, their roars echoing like trapped beasts.

  “This,” Havie thundered, “is where weaklings become warriors. Or corpses. Either’s fine.”

  Mori eyed a trainee crawling out, his armor mangled. “Why 100,000x gravity?”

  “Because pain is the best teacher,” Havie said, deadly serious. “You fail here, you die. You succeed, you get to die somewhere harder.”

  Gogeta’s tail twitched excitedly. “I wanna try.”

  “You’d be paste,” Havie snorted. “Wait your turn, shrimp.”

  Suddenly, Havo stumbled into a training ring, challenging a rookie. “C’MON, KID! I’LL FIGHT YOU ONE-HANDED! hic… TWO-HANDED! WHATEVER!”

  Hazor facepalmed. “He’s gonna puke on the recruits again.”

  The Serious Side of Havie

  At dusk, Havie addressed his army in the Arena of Echoes, a colosseum carved from blackened bone. His voice cut through the chaos like a blade:

  “LISTEN UP, MAGgOTS! TOMORROW’S WAR GAMES—NO MERCY, NO WHINING, NO LOSING. YOU DIE? I’LL RESURRECT YOU JUST TO KILL YOU MYSELF.”

  The soldiers roared, fists pounding chests.

  “AND YOU TWO,” he growled at Gogeta and Mori. “PROVE YOU’RE NOT WASTES OF SPACE… OR I’LL FEED YOU TO THE WYRMS.”

  Mori smirked. “Noted.”

  Gogeta cracked his knuckles. “Bring it.”

  As Havie stomped away, Hazor muttered, “He’s… motivational.”

  Havo, now passed out under a weapons rack, snored loudly.

  Final Scene: Nightfall on Valka’s Maw

  The twin suns dipped below the horizon, casting the base in ultraviolet light from the black hole’s accretion disk. Somewhere, a Saiyan sang a off-key war chant. Another screamed as he bench-pressed a boulder.

  Gogeta and Mori stood on a cliffside, watching lava wyrms slither through river

  s of molten iron.

  “This place is insane,” Mori said.

  “Yeah,” Gogeta grinned. “I love it.”

  Somewhere below, Grakk the gator-alien yelled, “WHO PUT BLOOD IN THE FABRIC SOFTENER?!”

  The real training began at dawn.