Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, even Master Roshi had been called over to the small home that belonged to Goku and his family, when they arrived, they were each shocked at what they found. There were two bed ridden saiyans who were being treated by Bulma and her doctors from Capsule Corps. They were trying to save the two saiyans, working their hardest to keep this strange illness from advancing any farther in either Goku or his son Gohan. Bulma looked at them, as she brought her hand over Goku's forehead. This disease was rare, and it seemed to be made by humans rather then by nature. Why though, she didn't know, but she knew it seemed to target anyone with even the least bit of saiyan DNA. It was a virus that targeted saiyans and saiyans alone. why target them, why not go for a larger population unless you had a reason to hate them. It would have to be a enemy of Goku, or her husband, could it be some rogue scientist form Frieza's army getting his revenge for the death of his lord, or maybe a human who hated Goku for some reason. It could go either way, and could be anything, She wasn't sure, and while not a genius of medicine, she was a genius of the technology that provided it.

Krillin stood next to Goku's bed as he looked at his friend, his oldest friend laying there with little energy. He was shocked to find out this had been this way for months, that there was no sign that he got ill for a time before that, that somehow the illness passed from Goku to Vegeta while sparing or maybe the other way. Krillin looked closely at his friend, as he looked at him, he was out of it, so was his son. They were important, they were family to him, important parts of his life, even though he didn't see them that often or talk to them as much as he should of.

Tien stood there too, looking at his friend as well, knew just as well as Krillin did, that the dragon balls couldn't bring him back if he died of natural causes. Was this why someone choose to attack Goku like this, to make it so that he wouldn't come back, that he would be able to eliminate possible threats to whoever this was plans. Who knew, but he didn't like the idea of it.

"We tried to wish for a cure," Yamcha commented as he looked over, "When Vegeta got sick, I helped Bulma find the dragon balls and ask for a cure to safe them, but he wasn't able to help," Yamcha said a bit of bitterness in his tone. True, Vegeta took Bulma way, but in his opinion, that was good cause he made her happy. He had come to realize that he and Bulma just were not meant to be, they wee just two different and grew out of their puppy love for each other, but were to afraid to admit that to one another.

"Yeah, I heard, Goku, you stay strong, you keep in there, do what you can, fight this, you are unbeatable," Krillin commented as he looked at his lifelong friend, when suddenly one of the other doctor came into the room and look at them.

"I am sorry, Gohan, is dead, there is nothing more we can do now," he announced as suddenly Goku's condition turned for the worse, as they stood there. He looked at him and then shock came as Goku's life bar flat lined right then and there before all of them. There was nothing that could be done, no way to safe the hero of the planet. Son Goku, and Son Gohan were no more.

A look of frustration grew though the house, from Krillin, and company who were angry that they couldn't save their friends to the breaking down of Chi-Chi who had not only lost her husband, but also her son all in the same moment in time. Their bodies disapearing from the house as they died, to go to otherworld, where Goku would be able to train with the greatest of warriors.

A week passed before the funeral, a sad day, the hero of the world was buried, the man who had defeated King Piccolo, Piccolo Jr, stopped the Saiyan Invashion, defeated the great tyrant Frieza was no longer there to defend and protect earth. Most of the people who lived on the earth, had no clue that their greatest hero was no more. The group of human warriors and Piccolo were all that remained on the earth.

Piccolo knew there was no threat to face, that would require him to merge with Kami, but he also knew that it was possible that a new foe would come to earth, looking to take advantage of the vacuum of power left by the giants who had passed on. Perhaps, he knew too that the reasoning for the illness was to simply set up that vacuum of power or to just have simple revenge, either way was possible, but both were dangerous. He knew that they were headed to a new world, a world where Goku wasn't around to defend them and a world were the saiyan race was no longer around.

Piccolo sent Popo to find the human warriors, they had to train, they had to find a way to max their own skills out, something in his gut told him that this was on for him the human warriors were thinking similar thoughts, they all knew they were to dependent on Goku, and Vegeta, that now they were gone, they couldn't relax and go easy on training. Especially Krillin and Yamcha who were no working nearly as hard any more with peace having arrived. When they got the message from Piccolo they agreed to join him in training, for they like Piccolo worried about the threat that could be on the horizon and who had the saiyan's killed

A/n- hope you liked this idea, it is just a thought rolling around in my head, if you have any thoughts on this, go ahead and say so in the review.