Guardian
"Gohan, show them your hidden power! Don't get soft on them, the Earth is yours to protect now!" Slowly, Gohan's eyes opened, hearing his father's voice. Hesitantly, he stood, the pain from his numerous cuts and bruises meaning nothing to him. He did, however, hold the meaning of his father's words delicately in his soul. "The Earth is yours to protect now!" Without a doubt in his mind, nor a fear in his heart, he wiped the dripping blood from his lip and clenched his fists. Eyes closed, he summoned the power; the power he hate, the power he never wanted, but the power he had nonetheless. So many times, he had let people down, his father, most of all; the one who believed in him most. So many times, he had hesitated, waiting 'til it was too late. But not now. Goku was gone, and as much as he hated to admit it, and Gohan was left with no other choice. Fight or die. And he certainly wasn't going to pick die. "Aaaaaaa!" His scream met the skies, not a scream of rage, or of hate, but in it was urgency, responsibility. His shout penetrated the barriers of cool within his body, and activated his dormant strength, and so he closed his eyes, engulfed in the golden light.
Instantly, Bojack, with a hand still lingering on his sore cheek, glanced toward his fallen, or not-so fallen opponent. He snorted, watching as Bido and Puujin darted toward the golden light, meeting their doom within moments. Confusion fluttered through Bojack's soul for but seconds, then disappeared, crushed by his overwhelming confidence. They were mere weaklings, it meant nothing. Scoffing, he watched as each of his henchmen fell, one by one, and finally, he came face to face with him -- face to face with the single warrior who was endowed with the strength of goodness. Stunned, Bojack fell, joining his henchmen, never knowing the fact: Evil never wins.
It was over. It was finally over. Drained, more emotionally than physically, Gohan fell to his knees. It wasn't over, it would never be over. No, this had just begun. This battle had just begun.
Later, much later, his eyes opened a second time, and he felt his limbs aching. Bandages were wrapped around him in every direction, protruding from every corner, and his head pounded painfully. Then, he looked out the window, drawn by the light. He saw the flowers in bloom, heard the bird's sweet song, and felt the slightest bit of spring's gentle winds brush against him. Sure, he would have to continue fighting. Sure, he would have to feel the pain of loved ones lost. Sure, he would have to face death every time; the risk of ending his life. But it was worth it to see another of Earth's brilliant days go by, it was well worth it. Now, he understood why his father had tried to save Earth, why he had died to help sustain the life on a single planet. Yes, he, Son Gohan, would be Earth's Guardian.
"Gohan, show them your hidden power! Don't get soft on them, the Earth is yours to protect now!" Slowly, Gohan's eyes opened, hearing his father's voice. Hesitantly, he stood, the pain from his numerous cuts and bruises meaning nothing to him. He did, however, hold the meaning of his father's words delicately in his soul. "The Earth is yours to protect now!" Without a doubt in his mind, nor a fear in his heart, he wiped the dripping blood from his lip and clenched his fists. Eyes closed, he summoned the power; the power he hate, the power he never wanted, but the power he had nonetheless. So many times, he had let people down, his father, most of all; the one who believed in him most. So many times, he had hesitated, waiting 'til it was too late. But not now. Goku was gone, and as much as he hated to admit it, and Gohan was left with no other choice. Fight or die. And he certainly wasn't going to pick die. "Aaaaaaa!" His scream met the skies, not a scream of rage, or of hate, but in it was urgency, responsibility. His shout penetrated the barriers of cool within his body, and activated his dormant strength, and so he closed his eyes, engulfed in the golden light.
Instantly, Bojack, with a hand still lingering on his sore cheek, glanced toward his fallen, or not-so fallen opponent. He snorted, watching as Bido and Puujin darted toward the golden light, meeting their doom within moments. Confusion fluttered through Bojack's soul for but seconds, then disappeared, crushed by his overwhelming confidence. They were mere weaklings, it meant nothing. Scoffing, he watched as each of his henchmen fell, one by one, and finally, he came face to face with him -- face to face with the single warrior who was endowed with the strength of goodness. Stunned, Bojack fell, joining his henchmen, never knowing the fact: Evil never wins.
It was over. It was finally over. Drained, more emotionally than physically, Gohan fell to his knees. It wasn't over, it would never be over. No, this had just begun. This battle had just begun.
Later, much later, his eyes opened a second time, and he felt his limbs aching. Bandages were wrapped around him in every direction, protruding from every corner, and his head pounded painfully. Then, he looked out the window, drawn by the light. He saw the flowers in bloom, heard the bird's sweet song, and felt the slightest bit of spring's gentle winds brush against him. Sure, he would have to continue fighting. Sure, he would have to feel the pain of loved ones lost. Sure, he would have to face death every time; the risk of ending his life. But it was worth it to see another of Earth's brilliant days go by, it was well worth it. Now, he understood why his father had tried to save Earth, why he had died to help sustain the life on a single planet. Yes, he, Son Gohan, would be Earth's Guardian.