Super Saiyan at last
I don't own Dragon Ball Z. This story is from both Gohan and Goku's P.O.V. Once again, the lines are exact, at least as exact according to the dubbed version. Oh yeah, WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE INFROM DIRAC THAT "TALKS AND WISHES" THE SEQUEL TO "DEATH AND ENCOURAGEMENT" HAS BEEN UP FOR ABOUT TWO WEEK MAYBE THREE? Thank you. Enjoy! By the way, asterisks mean Goku's pov, little hyphens mean Gohan's pov, and of course italics mean thoughts or emphasized words ok?
Lady Kyia
My son became a super saiyan
during the year that we trained together in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. I
couldn't believe it; he finally did it. His method surprised me; he forced
himself to become a super saiyan through my power.
The change of heart
surprised me as well. It was like a demon had possessed my child. One minute he
was scared that I would hurt him; as if, he should have known that I would
never hurt him. Then, he got up and attacked me.
***
A kick sent Gohan bouncing a
few paces, then, I stood over him, my hand ready to strike and hit him in the
heart…
"No! Dad, don't!"
That did it. My son told me
to stop, and I wasn't going to force him to do anything. Stopping, I decided to
end our training for the day.
"So, had enough?" I asked.
It was obvious that he had.
I stretched my hand out to him.
"Okay, that should do it for
training today," I said reaching down to help him up, but he still looked
scared.
"What? You don't trust me?"
I asked still holding my hand out. I chuckled nervously. What if my son never
trusted me again? My chuckling soon turned into a grunt of surprise as Gohan's
face hardened and he stood up and backed away.
He got into a fighting
stance.
"Gohan?" I asked, looking at
him strangely.
He powered up and blasted
into the air, then came down delivering a vicious kick. I side stepped it and
tried to hit him with my elbow; he blocked it. He shot his foot up; again I
evaded and took counter action by kicking him off his feet. Getting back up, he
tossed a ki blast at me and I knocked it away, my expression becoming all
smiles. After all, he was just doing a little more extra training right? Wrong!
As he readied another ki
ball he said, "I think Piccolo was right about you dad. You're way to gentle to
train me right."
I frowned; that stung.
Piccolo thought I was too gentle to train Gohan? Well excuse me Piccolo, but I
am a father. If you were a father, perhaps you'd understand. Perhaps, old
friend, you're right. I could be too gentle, sorry that I'm concerned for son's
well being. I couldn't help it, anger started to simmer.
"You've got to stop it!"
Gohan cried.
He launched the ki blast at
me and I reflected it. Then, he attacked.
"Fight me dad!" he cried
coming at me.
I sidestepped the attack.
"You're holding back!" he
said attacking me again.
"Gohan!" I said. What the
hell had gotten into the kid?
I fought back, only because
of the challenge. I wasn't going to hurt Gohan.
"I said fight!" he yelled
throwing a punch. He wants me to fight? Fine, I will. My knee came up into his
stomach, hard, and he hit the ground. Immediately, he got up summoning another
ki ball.
"Listen, you can't go easy
on me just because I'm your son!" he cried throwing the ball of golden energy
at me.
Catching it, I ran forward
and threw at his feet.
"No dad, that's not good
enough. Not if you want me to become a super saiyan!"
So that's what had
gotten into him. It's about time.
"You have to come at me with
everything you've got. Even if it kills me."
I considered his words. He
had point, but kill him?
"Don't you get it?!" he
screamed. "It's the only way! It's all or nothing, there is no in between!"
Black or white, no shades of
gray; he was right.
"Look dad, I know you love
me and that you don't want to hurt me, but unless I become a super saiyan all
the time we spend in here could be for nothing. Don't you see?"
I did see. I had always seen
that. I powered up to super saiyan and rose into the air, my power knocking
Gohan off his feet.
***
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I don't know why I did it.
Something inside me just snapped. Dad wasn't taking my training seriously and I
wasn't taking it seriously either. Dad told me that he wanted me to accomplish
two things: he wanted me to become a super saiyan, and he wanted me to become
stronger than him. The second request would have to wait.
Become a super saiyan. Did I
even have it in me? Dad thinks I do, but is that enough? For me, it is. If dad
thinks I can do it, then why doesn't he take this seriously? Why was he holding
back?
I would have to force him to
come at me with everything he had. He powered up to super saiyan. His sudden
increase in power knocked me off my feet.
"Yeah, that's the way to do
it. One way of another were going to find out I really am a super saiyan," I
said climbing to my feet. "It's now or never dad! Don't hold back!"
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***
"It's now or never dad!
Don't hold back!" he called up to me
I hesitated. This was my son.
I didn't want to do this, but I had to or Gohan would never forgive me. In
truth I had been wasting time waiting until he was ready. And now, he
was. Positioning my hands, I said, "Ka…me…ha…me…" a little ball of power shone
in the middle of my two palms. "Ha!" I cried sending the attack down to him.
He caught it, then started
to use his power to keep it at bay. I kept on, but then started to falter.
Gohan had stopped fighting! What was happening?! What had I done? Had I killed
my own son?! Terror began to flood through me and made the decision to stop the
moment it engulfed him.
***
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The deadly attack sped
towards me and I caught it. Now I had to deflect it. That looked helpless, it
was as big as Muten Roshi's island. "I've got to do this! I won't let you down
dad!" I said to myself.
Summoning power, I let it
help me, but it still looked hopeless. I couldn't do this, I didn't have what
it takes after all. I was too weak…
'No! I…I've been letting
people down my entire life!'
I remembered when Vegeta and
Nappa first came to earth. 'How many times have I let my friends down when
they needed me?' I remembered Piccolo telling me to attack because if I
had, I could have destroyed Nappa.
'How many of my friends
have gotten hurt because I was too weak and too scared to help them?'
Yamacha's destruction in the
arms of one Vegeta and Nappa's saiba-men, the loss of Teshinhan's arm, and
Choazou's destruction…
'If only I'd been
stronger!'
As I stood there thinking
and remembering, my dad's words echoed in my mind.
"The power comes in response
to a need, not a desire."
'If only I could have
done more!'
The fight with Recoome
appeared in my mind. 'Whenever I get into trouble, I'm in over my head, I
don't think I'm going to make it, dad, Krillin, Piccolo…one of my friends is
always there to bale me!'
"…The power comes in
response to a need. You have to create that need."
'When the situations are reverse,
I just stand there like a little helpless child!' I felt the anger start to build…
"The power comes in response
to a need not a desire. Use the pain of loss…"
On Nameck, Krillin's death
at the hands of Freiza.
'Krillin, I'm so sorry.'
"…use the pain of loss…" The
anger and rage at being absolutely helpless and useless in the past was getting
stronger…
Dad's transformation to a
super saiyan… 'Dad, you've always been able to do anything you set your mind
to, there's never been a challenge you couldn't meet. And when the time came,
you were ready, you became a super saiyan!'
"…the power comes in
response to a need, not a desire…"
'But dad, I'm not like
you! I… I just don't think I have what it takes!'
"…use the pain of loss… the
power comes in response to a need, not a desire… use the pain of loss…"
'No! I have to be strong!
If I can't do this, then everyone, dad, Krillin, everyone, I'm going to lose
them all!' Something was starting to surface…
The blast started to
envelope me, but then I felt something. Something huge and indefinable. It
enclosed me in its grip, changing me. I screamed and saw golden energy in front
of me. At my command were vast amounts of power. Using that power, I forced the
attack at my father who dodged it.
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***
My blast enveloped him and I
prepared to stop and use my teleportation trick to help him, but something
happened. He screamed and I saw gold; could it be? The blast came back to me, I
watched it come, then, at the last possible second, I dodged it.
Looking down at Gohan and I
saw success. 'Wow, he did it. My son is a super saiyan.' Losing my
transformation, I floated down to the ground.
"So, do ya still think I'm
too easy on ya?" I asked.
He didn't answer. I looked
at him more closely. He was battling with himself for control like I had to do
when I first reached that stage.
"Gohan listen, you've got to
calm down. Try to focus your energy," I said to him hoping he could hear me.
***
---
I stood there, battling for
control, fighting the anger that screamed at me to kill anyone and everyone. Is
this what dad had to deal with? How did he do it? How did he control the urges
to kill and vast amount of power?
I heard my dad's far away
voice but I couldn't answer, I was still trying to resist the urge to go and kill
someone.
Again, far away, I heard my
dad say, "Gohan listen, you've got to calm down. Try to focus you're energy."
I tried, but I still had to
fight. I couldn't do it! Then, savagely, I shoved it down, my power, the desire
for blood and death, all of it ruthlessly got shoved down. I felt my hair fall and my aura disappear. I staggered
and fell to my knees, breathing hard, sweat dripping off of me. Exaltation
swept through me. I had done! I had become a super saiyan at last!
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***
The mayhem stopped and
Gohan's hair and eyes went back to normal; he staggered back a few steps and
collapsed to his hands and knees breathing hard; the sweat dripping off and on
to the gravitated ground.
As I looked at my son, pride
swept through me. He had done it! My son had become a super saiyan at last. I
had been waiting for him to do something like what he did, but I think I'll
tell him later; now is not the time.
Approaching him I said, "I'm
really proud of you Gohan." An understatement really; I couldn't describe how I
felt, proud was the best way to sum it up.
"I'm so sorry, it was so
hard," he said to me.
'Forcing me to use my
power like that must have been hard,'
I thought, 'but it turned out all right in the end.' "Hey don't worry
about it. Just catch your breath all right?" I glanced at his hair. "Hm, well
take a little break, and what do ya say I give you a hair cut? If it gets any
longer, I'm going to lose you under there."
He agreed and we laughed as
I pulled up his semi-long pelt.
My son was a super saiyan at
last.
Lady Kyia