Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warui No Ou ❯ Gohan Is Dead... right? ( Chapter 17 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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The second level of Super Saiyajin power…

It was something that was almost unachievable. The result of such magnificent power came from something that couldn't be coped with. Humans would probably identify it with some hideous mental instability, perhaps family abuse followed by the death or betrayal of the only person that trusted. It was something, though, that broke deep within the soul. One would never really know what it was until it had been snapped in half.

Gokou had reached that power when he'd seen Chichi's spirit floating around the heavens above. He didn't know how he'd reached the third level, and honestly didn't care…

But to see that soulless broken look in his son's eyes was heartbreaking. Silver trails streaked Goten's cheeks, but that hardly took away from the callous detesting look on his face. Gokou felt that at any moment Goten would spit on his shoes. It was obvious that the teenager hated looking at him, knowing that they were mirror images of each other, and yet weren't… not in the eyes. Goten had the eyes of evil… eyes that had burned beneath Raditzu's brow, eyes that sparkled as Cell's had when that demon hybrid had murdered, eyes of Frieza as the Icejin had beat Vejita to death with a grin across his painted lips. It was disgusting, and this had come from his seed. This was his child, his heir, his innocent young boy!

"Goten, stop this madness!" he screamed as he dodged the blow, shocked at Goten's power. He was still a level above his boy, and there was no way that Goten could win this battle physically. That wasn't going to stop his son, though. Gokou doubted any words would.

He had no idea how right he was.

"I'll kill you!" Goten screamed with all his might, trying to make his words sound fiercer than they did. His voice was shaking with each roared syllable as the tears refused to stop flowing, but the power behind his fists made up for the trembles. "I'll kill you; I'll kill you; I'll kill you!" he continued chanting the words, voice steadying with each painful shriek. The power circling his body grew, doubling… tripling in size until it completely overwhelmed Gokou. His skin stung from the pulsing power with each blow, and, shocked, he found himself retreating with each attack.

He couldn't do this!

He couldn't fight Goten. He couldn't fight his son. He couldn't kill another…

"Goten! Please!"

"I'll kill you; I'll kill you!" It was a prayer now. Goten was praying for the strength, and Gokou truly believed that before the night was through, Goten would kill him if something didn't change. He couldn't kill his own boy, but if he didn't, then Goten would kill him… and if Goten killed him, Goten would never be the same again.

Gokou turned with a kick swinging. The toe of his boot connected with Goten's face, sending the boy flying into a nearby oak tree. "Fine, damn it!" he screamed as the tear again threatened. Gokou spun around, knocking aside the attack Trunks had just sent towards him. "You want me gone? Do you?" he screamed as the long hair vanished and the short black locks returned. He darted up above the sky so he could stare down at both glowing demi-Saiyajin teens.

Goten and Trunks darted together, prepared to defend what Gohan had worked so hard to achieve. Twins of Death… Soldiers of Darkness… any titled would fit the old friends at that moment, and any title they would accept. Yes, they despised each other, but their connection to Gohan was so much stronger than their rivalry… or whatever it may be called. Gohan had been their sanity… the only person that had been there for them during the hard times when they didn't understand and couldn't accept the facts they were offered. Yes, Gohan had been cruel and callous… but Gohan had been their only choice. Who had hugged Goten when he'd first asked why he didn't have a father like Trunks? Who had comforted Trunks and trained him to be stronger when Vejita had lost all patience and had shouted that he should have never bred with a human? Who had praised the boys for their strengths instead of shunning them for their weaknesses? It had been Gohan. All that Gohan had asked in payment was their undying loyalty, and that he would receive until the bitter end. "You will fight us!" they screamed together, their voice one powerful star among a black sky.

Gokou stared at the boys in silence, his hands trembling at his sides as his shoulders shook. He refused to cry; not in front of them. He couldn't show them the truth, and even if he did they were too blind by Gohan's blindfold to see it. "You know you can't defeat me," he said after a moment, his words calm though his soul was shredded and nothing was left.

"Ah, boys, but what do they say?" came a fourth voice within the war zone. Goten and Trunks didn't need to move to recognize who spoke, but it was so hateful that Gokou's eyes had to turn to realize that the words had come from Piccolo's lips.

"If you can't beat them," Trunks said, a grin widening across his visage.

"They're not tied down properly," Goten completed, holding true to the rumor that the Twins of Death shared a single mind. The two boys powered up together, their shrieks rocking the heavens, but Gokou remained motionless, his head bowing. Beneath he could see Juuhachigou and Mirai no Trunks standing around the body of Gohan, watching the fight with fear and confusion in their eyes. Marron stood nearby, through the foliage, huddling near a fallen tree.

Chaos… fear…

All had occurred because of Gokou's hands… those calloused fingers…

He looked down, relaxing his fingers. He stretched them out, cracking the stiff knuckles as he looked upon the soft green of the grass, the leaves of the trees. He'd missed off all this so much, but that wasn't the reason he'd come here. He'd come to take care of Gohan…

Gohan was taken care of.

Eyes rising to the heavens, the tears fell free. "Fine," he whispered, refusing to look away from the night. He had many hours left of his single day on Chikyuu, but here he was not wanted, and here he could no longer remain. Hovering upwards, he whispered his goodbyes, but they were words that were to be exchanged among those he knew and loved - the innocent Gohan, the young and bright-eyed Goten…

These people no longer existed; therefore only the wind's ears heard his words. Goten and Trunks watched as his body became transparent, before he finally vanished into the blackness.

~*~

His eyes fluttered open as sunlight broke through the thin material of the curtains. Gohan sat up, eyes gazing around the room. Nothing had changed. He was not in his normal bare cold bedroom of the Satan mansion in Satan city, but in a small warm bedroom with that damnable photograph sitting on the table across the room.

Sitting up, he looked towards his left. No longer did the two women lie at his side, and for some reason this caused great fear. Springing from beneath the sheets, not even realizing that he was only clothed in a dark blue pair of boxers, Gohan darted through the half-opened doorway and down the hallways blindly. None of this was familiar, but the previous night he had learned their ki signatures, and he followed his senses like he had all his life… along with his nose.

'Mmm… food….'

Within moments, Gohan found himself standing in a doorway to a kitchen, and on a large circular table rested half a mountain of food. Sitting in one seat, with a large plate before her, sat Pan. The young girl still clung to that monkey, who currently sat in her lap. She was dressed now, in blue jeans and a large orange large shirt that really looked like it probably belonged to Gohan.

Standing at the oven stood Videl. She turned off the oven and turned, a large plate of eggs in her hand. "Always trust that Son sense to send a Saiyajin running," she laughed aloud, moving towards the table. After setting the plate down she frowned, folding her arms. "Well, you just going to stand there?" she demanded.

Gohan chuckled, moving across the table. Never had Videl been this arrogant before, nor this daring. Didn't she realize to whom she was speaking? Didn't she know she was challenging fate by saying such rude things to him? Still, her cockiness entertained him. He moved towards her, closer, and with each step she didn't move, didn't back away… almost as if she didn't fear him.

How… odd…

He reached her, standing directly in front of her, and she continued to stare at him expectantly. Indeed… no fear in her eyes… why? Cautiously, he reached out, touching her shoulders. She didn't pull back, didn't scream in fear. This couldn't be reality.

One way to find out…

Leaning down, Gohan threaded his fingers through her short locks, tangling them. Almost gently he pulled her face towards him and softly kissed her lips. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer with a faint chuckle that he swallowed. Warmth… love…

Breathless, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. Videl's cheeks were flushed slightly, and there was that warm knowing sparkle in her eyes. "You know," he whispered, feeling as if he would sob. She knew! She'd never known before… and now she did. Paradise… heaven... hell… his insanity… he didn't care. She finally knew!

"I know what?" she questioned with a smile, resting her hand against his cheek. He smiled at her, interlocking their fingers as he glanced to the child that continued eating. Yes, she was certainly a Saiyajin… his daughter… "You know that I love you."

~*~

"Coward, nothing but a damn coward."

Those words had come from Trunks' lips. They were barely heard in Goten's ears. He watched the dark sky, waiting for something to happen. He didn't know what, but he expected something to occur among the darkness at this moment. His brother was dead, his father a traitor. Perhaps it was death that Goten waited for… so he could follow his brother into heaven and murder his father there. Where did angels go when they died?

"Come on, boys. We need to bury Gohan."

"What?" Trunks spun around, with Goten quick to mimic. Terror filled the youngest demi-Saiyajin's heart. They were going to bury Gohan? No! It couldn't be done… they couldn't just… "What about the Dragon Balls? We have to wish him back!"

"Yeah!" Trunks screamed in agreement, hands balled into fists. "You can't just think that we're going to let him get away with that! Gohan's never been brought back before, right? Right, Piccolo?"

"Hai," he whispered, looking down to the ground. He'd been hoping the boys would be in too much shock to remember the Dragon Balls were active, and Gohan had never died before. He'd been hoping, silently, that Gohan would remain dead. "I forgot."

Goten nodded, eyes turning down to see Mirai no Trunks and Juuhachigou. They wouldn't let this happen without a fight. "Trunks, I'll get Gohan." Firm eyes looked to Trunks, and the lavender-haired Saiyajin knew that Goten wouldn't hesitate in killing Mirai no Trunks or Juuhachigou during that battle. "Go find the Dragon Radar that cottage place Bulma was staying. I'll come find you when Gohan is safe."

"Body will still be there," Trunks muttered absently.

"I don't care," Goten snarled, glaring. Trunks turned, and in a flash of golden light he was gone. Goten's eyes turned to Piccolo, a glare burning within. "I can't help but notice you don't seem to saddened by this unfortunate turn of events, Namek."

Namek… only Vejita had ever called him that. Sickening, truly. He sighed in annoyance. "Hurry up, boy," he muttered, descending from the heavens. The two shot down, fallen angels among a black heaven, and landed before the awaiting Juuhachigou and Mirai Trunks…

The cyborg and Saiyajin never had a chance…

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