Stikchan3: Hiya! This is the prequel and collab with JJ the legendary ssj's fic 'Poor Mr Son' as promised. Before you continue reading I would like to warn you. This story is in a much darker tone then JJ the legendary ssj's fic, it is less humorous and it does contain explicit language. Not to say that there is no humor at all because there is, its just remarkably rare. Be ready for large time gaps, I skip a lot of time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Speech: ""

Thought: ''

Attacks are in bold.

/: Scene change.

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"I want to protect everyone. That's why I need to kill you." ~ Anonymous.

"You still haven't hit me yet!" Gohan taunted.

"Stop fucking with me!" I roared launching back at him; even my second form's speed couldn't match his.

I threw several punches accompanied by several swipes of my swords, courtesy of the chains that I could create. He dodged my punches with ease and my swords hit nothing but air. "Stop! Moving!"

"Start hitting me then!"

"I can't hit you if you don't stop moving!"

I shot my chains around him, forcing him to stop moving. I swung my swords down and he blocked them. Just and case you don't understand the implications; he blocked two swords made of pure admantine.

Admantine.

Just let that sink in.

He threw my swords away with little effort. He thought he had the win but I was planning on this. I felt the fire build up in my lungs, the heat raced around my body and my cheeks puffed out.

"Fire devastation!" I shot the flame out of my mouth and it reached out at him with a mind of its own, wrapping around him becoming a gigantic plume of flame before fading.

I did it. There was no way he could've survived that. The ground had melted, there was a thunder storm forming overhead from the rapid change in heat. Buildings around me had melded with their supports.

The fumes faded away and I could open my eyes again. They may have been robotic but the fire would melt them away. They weren't as fireproof as I was yet.

There he was. Blackened, but none the worse for wear. He smiled smugly. "You nearly got me on that one. Too bad playtime has to end so soon. I wanted to enjoy this." He placed his hand on my head and forced me down into the ground.

"MASENKO!"

/

Hours later.

The tingling of regeneration could still be felt around my face. My eyes were barely working, they needed to be repaired. They wouldn't pick up any signals and it was mostly static. No matter, Drake could repair them in a few minutes. He was good at things like that.

I took in a deep breath, not that I needed to breathe, but the air flowing through my lungs felt refreshing.

"I'm still not strong enough…." I stood up shakily and gathered my swords. For some reason Gohan would always leave my swords alone. Maybe he wanted me to be at my strongest when we fought. I couldn't think of these things right now, I needed to make my way back 'home'.

/

I kept thinking back to the fight on the way back. If wasn't strong enough to beat him now, who knows when I would be? Wait a minute, now. I couldn't fight him now, but maybe I could fight him before this. I doubled my pace back 'home'.

I arrived at the concealed home roughly an hour later, I would've been there almost instantly but I couldn't rely on my eyes enough to make any fast travel. The door was bolted shut as per usual. I rapped on the door lightly.

"Password." A muffled voice came through the door.

"Open up I need to see Drake."

"Password."

"Open up you stubborn bastard. We don't even have a password, what are you five?"

"Password." The voice insisted.

"I'm about to break the door down." I threatened.

"Pa-"

"I know how to beat Gohan and I need to see Drake right now!"

The door was hastily unbolted and opened. "Why didn't ya say so laddy? Go right ahead." Anderson spoke in a thick Scottish accent.

I strode past him without a word, making my way to Drakes room as quickly as I could in my injured state. Of course, there were guards outside of his door.

"What is your business with Drake?" One of them questioned.

"I know how to beat Gohan." I put simply.

One of the guards dropped his makeshift gun in surprise before they both hastily opened the door.

There was Drake, sitting at his desk with all manner of measurement instruments. Figuring out one problem or the other, his eyes had bags under them and if the food on his table was any indication, he hadn't eaten in days.

"This is so like you. Neglecting basic needs just to work." He almost jumped out of his chair at my voice.

"Chan3! Just the person I wanted to talk to!" He talked excitedly and pointed down to the various blueprints on his desk. "I have an upgrade for your eyes! It'll make them virtually invulnerable to heat!"

Ha, convenience.

I put my gloved hand on his shoulder. "Drake, calm down. We need to talk, maintenance can be done later."

He brushed my hand from his shoulder. "Sure, what's up?"

"I can kill Gohan."

Un-surprisingly, he took the news without so much as a gasp. "So do it."

"That's the problem, I need your help."

"Go on."

"Along with maintenance on my eyes, we need to figure out a way to go back in time. Since we don't have any components, I was hoping you could do some math on how fast I would have to move to go back."

He was silent for a moment, though his mouth was moving as if asking unspoken questions. He frowned slightly. "I can do it. Give me about a month to get everything prepared."

/

Several months later

Drake was ticking things off of his list. "Kay, everything is ready." He held his hand up high and gave a thumb up. "Ready when you are!"

I nodded and sunk down low to the ground. My eyes surveyed the area sub-consciously. I could see the occasional scorch marks from when we performed the tests a couple months back. Just goes to show that if you get just one thing wrong you could mess up your whole operation.

I pushed off the ground and sprinted around the arena as fast as I could. "Second form: release!" My speed increased dramatically pushing me around the arena at much greater speeds, I could almost feel the gateway opening.

"Wait! Sto-"

I didn't get to hear the rest. I was already gone.

/

Present day, North city.

I burst out of the portal and it immediately closed behind me. I dropped my second form and let out a burst of energy in front of me so as to bring my momentum to a halt.

I took my time to look around; I was on some kind of hill overlooking a large city. A not destroyed large city. The grass was green, birds chirped and people were going about their day happily. Needless to say, this was a foreign concept to me. But not an un-welcome one.

This scene was what gave me renewed hope; this scene is what gave me drive. I was fighting to make the world stay like this, to keep the peace, Gohan must die.

Stikchan3: First chapter. Cool. Nothing really special to say, this is not my first fic. Anyway,

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