Chapter 2: Unfortunate Truth

Gohan groaned. His eyes fought to open, crusted over and covered by dried blood and tears. Light flooded his senses when his eyes finally won the tiny battle. The half Saiyan slowly regained his bearings. The landscape around him was destroyed from his previous battle with Broly. Amidst all of the chaos's outcome, he saw his friends being treated and fussed over by some of the short, pink haired locals.

Grunting, he tried to move. Reaching Piccolo was his main priority at this point. He gasped in pain as his body lit with fire like pain at the simple twitch of his lift finger. Knowing that he wasn't moving anytime soon, Gohan raised his noticeably smaller, almost non-existent ki desperately, trying to reach out to the people so close to him, yet so far away.

"Thank you." Piccolo said, sending a small smile to the native that bandaged his wounds. The pink haired dwarf left him, satisfied that Piccolo would not bleed to death anytime soon. Piccolo watched the being leave. Standing, he turned in the direction where Gohan's energy was last felt. He closed his eyes, reaching out his senses to any and all lifeforms on the planet. His pupil was out there and he knew it.

Gohan saw his mentor close his eyes and felt the familiar feeling of warmth cover him as his mentor sensed his presence. It was almost father like.

"..No...I..can't move.." Broly stopped next to Goku and started examining his work.

Father.

"Haha bye bye Kakarot, don't worry I'll be sure to send your son and the rest of your planet to oblivion with you once I'm done." with that Broly raised his right hand and gathered energy into a ball that was the size of a volley ball. "Die."

No.

He released the ball of energy and it collided with Goku's body, ripping it apart and making the Saiyan scream in agony.

"NO!" Flooded with new energy, Gohan exploded with power of the fresh memory that was forever burned into his being. His golden aura exploded around him, once again ripping up the newly settled landscape. His teal eyes poured tears and he levitated from the ground.

Piccolo's eyes shot open as his first friend's utterly massive power level destroyed his senses. It was even larger than before.

"I'm so sorry Gohan..."

The Next Day

A familiar, spherical ship descended onto Kame Island, which was proudy owned by Muten Roshi. The ship was awaited by Bulma, Chichi, Yamcha, Puar, Tien, and Chiaotzu. The ship landed on the beach and it's occupants exited in a timely fashion, meeting with family and friends. Giving hugs, telling stories and mourning.

The funeral for Goku was held the next day at Grandpa Gohan's small house. It was a small funeral, only the Gang and a few other friends were present. The funeral was not only a place for mourning, but also happiness and relief. While their one hope for beating Cell had been killed on another planet, they had found a new hope. One even stronger and brighter than the one before. They knew he would be able to do it, that he would be the one to beat Cell and save the planet from his wrath.

Their hope was currently standing over his father's grave. He glared at the tombstone with malice. How could he have been so weak. So hopeless that he just stay there while his father laid down his life for a planet that was doomed. Even though he was strong enough to beat Cell now, he knew that, his father could not be brought back. The Namekian Dragonballs were the only thing that could do that, and Goku had taken that location with him to the grave.

Gohan reached into his pocket and gripped a small scrap of orange and red cloth. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it in front of his face. He would not fail this planet. He would protect it just like his father before him. He gave one last look to the grave before him and broke down into tears.

"I'm so sorry…"