This story occurs in a different world to the one you know. I cannot say why, but as to how; the smallest detail can cause divergence. This time it is the child, not the father.
"Piccolo!" Gohan shrieks.
The boy continues to watch helplessly, horrified, as his wise mentor and friend is blasted around like a ragdoll, purple smoke billowing off his green body.
"Kekekek diedieDIE!" The Arcosian tyrant Frieza laughs, as powerful, thin beams blast from his fingertips, each sent forward with a thrust of the hand.
The head of the World Trade Organisation then slams his right hand onto his left wrist, and a much wider, thicker beam shoots from his poised fingertip. It pierces straight through the Namekian's throat, purple blood swelling from the wound.
Piccolo drops through the sky without a word, his eyes blank, violet gushing from his throat and at the lips. He splashes into the ocean as he grasps at his throat, and as the child begins to scream.
"No!" The child half-breed roars, his power flaring. His white aura bursts up around his body, his eyes wild and his lips drawn into a snarl. "Piccolo!"
The bizzare tyrant twists to face the child. "What're you going to do about it, monkeyboy? Hah!" He chuckles, his deep voice echoing over the silent Namekian plains. The sky above seemed to echo the mood, an array of dark clouds now swirling, a vortex of frustration. In the back of Gohan's young, educated mind he heard a voice utter 'pathetic fallacy', but he is unsure of the context. All he knows for certain is that the man who was a father figure for a large part of his life was now sinking to the bottom of the ocean, lifeless.
Gohan clenches his fists, his eyes squeezing shut. "You killed Piccolo… Mister Piccolo!" Son Gohan begins to scream with the last syllable , his energy levels rising rapidly. His previously transparent white aura is replaced by one much larger… one of golden hue, and of several layers – a seemingly golden shimmer emanating from his very skin. His muscles bulge and shake and the ground seems to quake.
Frieza takes a step back, his own abhorrent purple energy rising around his body. His skin appears to 'crack' with red fissures as his mouth falls wide open by this unexpected change in the young man. He was going to transform, due to a sense of deep-felt fear. What was this monkey, the half-breed son of a low-class, going to do? "What is this, some dirty Earth trickery?" He spits, as he continues to transform. He hadn't intended on going this far, but this kid… this filthy child…
The dark hair, cut short to maximise efficiency in battle, begins to flash in colour. The child trembles as a dormant power, the power that everyone knew was inside of him, begins to surface in its final, terrible form. Frieza's own transformation into his sleek, final form was outmatched in ferocity by the Saiyan prodigy's own evolution.
A golden blast of electrical energy strikes through the air behind Gohan, and his eyes snap open, teal hues glaring at the Arcosian changeling. A brilliant shining wave emanates from the child, blinding the whole area, before the final evolution is seen. Gohan, the one with the power. The one with destined potential. His aura rises around him, making him look like a fiery incarnation of power. "You die now, arrogant monster."
To be continued