The Hero and The Survivor
Introduction
Gohan sat on the charred ground, trying hard not to give in to the tears welling up behind his dark eyes. He had just challenged the androids, and they had beaten him. He was battered and bruised, but most of the hurt was on the inside.
After they felt they had tortured him enough, the androids left. They laughed at the sight of the seventeen year old super saiyan being buried in the dirt. That hurt Gohan worse than any of his other physical injuries.
He was nothing to them. The fact that they left him alive meant that they didn't consider him a threat. He was just some teenage punk.
"Damnit!" He yelled. Instinctively he covered his mouth with his hand. Chi-Chi had raised a very sheltered child, but in the past seven years he had grown up more than seemed possible.
He realized he must look pretty stupid, so he let his hand fall. He heard a stone break free and fall to the rubble. He glanced over, but saw nothing. Sighing, he stood up.
"Time for the futile search," he said bitterly as he took to the air and flew low through the buildings. He had formed a routine of sorts. After every battle or attack, he flew through the wreckage to search for any survivors.
He had never found any in the six years he had been fighting alone. Nobody ever survived. In mid-air, he felt a shocking pain run through his chest. He groaned and almost fell from the sky. I really need to get home and rest. That thought struck him as funny. So I'm finally starting to call that place home.
He was about to head home, when something caught his eye. He gasped and stopped flying.
It was a teenage girl.