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Wings does not make someone different.

It only weights one down.

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Gohan stayed uninterrupted in is bedroom silently. It was an odd feeling, not that kind that makes him uneasy, no. But it was enough to make him not feel relaxed. Minutes ticked away, and clock he had announced every second of it. It was only thing he could hear in his room other than his own breathing. Thoughtlessly, he played around with his left torso, caressing and touching where was once his arm.

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As he lied on his bed to his side, wings unfurled as much as they could in a tiny space. It has been days the he grew his wings, and they were nothing more than an encumbrance. It was heavy, not to mention feathers often scattering in his room, and they were large. He wondered why they had to give him wings rather than give back his arm? It was an strange logic indeed. Perhaps they were simply inconceivable. Right?

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Slightly irritated, he got up from the bed, throwing away his blankets to the side. He sighed deeply, and turned his gaze towards his clock. It was still early morning. Sun was not yet come up. He let out his hand towards the table stand, turning it on with a satisfying click. It was about time he woke up, he had to woke up anyways. He was never the one sleeping late. Groaning himself, he pulled out the chair and sat uncomfortably. His wings always got stuck under his bottom.

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It was only two days since the cell, and his "revival" if you can call that. He was given special, specific purpose from Presence and Terminus. Yet, nothing seemed to change... almost. To be honest, he was bit lost to himself. What was he supposed to do? He felt this urge to train. He was feeling the necessity to get stronger. But he heard about his father. He learned that he choosed not to return. Instead of screaming like everyone did, he respected his father's decision, and tried to reason. However, even to a child, his decision confused him.

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He was lost to himself. After since Goku's refusal of resurrection, for a first time, he didn't know what to do. If he was, he would have been doing it, since the first day. Her mother wanted him to study harder. He understood her intentions. He had to. Without the oldman, he was the only one who actually have hope to do something in the society to feed the abnormal family. He had to get a decent, well-paying job to do that. But... he was only eleven. What can he possibly do now other than studying?

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He was never the one who was interested in financial plans. But he knew it was necessary as her mother told him. Money which they saved from Goku's tournament prize was starting to getting low.

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It was yesterday late night, and he never saw her mother sleeping on a couch. There was single nightstand on low tea table, illuminating only single spot, others all fading away in the dark. He looked on what was on the table, and there was a calculator, signifying that it was turned off for sometime, and several passbooks. He took a quick glance on the numbers with his remaining one good eye, and his brain immediately did the math.

His father earned 5,000,000 Zenis in 23th World Martial Arts Tournament.

They have spent 430,000 Zenis for the materials and construction of the house.

His father spent aprox. 100 for each meal for average, himself similar. Her mother only spent 15 per day.

That was 615Zenis for food in one day. With a brain of a prodigy, he immediately calculated that the total price of supply for food in 11years was 2,469,225 Zenis. ( Hunting was occasional.)

He knew from the study that the price of electricity was on steady increase since past five years. However, he rounded that up, resulting 0.2 Zeni per kilowatt. That would mean they have spented 180 Zenis per month. If he multiplied that to 11years, it was 1980 Zenis, which he thought it wasn't much compared to the amount his family spend on only food.

However, he was surprised when he calculated the numbers on his books. He knew that books he was studying was expensive. Costing in range of 20 Zenis up to 150 Zenis, and he didn't have just some of them, he had an enough books to make a library on his own.

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That would mean... 1,642,000 Zenis!

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He blinked. That... would explain why his mother was always angry about his education... well, she was, a very dedicated individual. Composing himself from the shock, he did the final addition.

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His family have spent total around 4,343,205 zenis... and if he included household materials, it would be even more…

Which meant 656,795 zenis left... That... that wasn't enough for next ten years was it? Ofcourse it wasn't.

Gohan understood mother's stress now. He could see why her mother was sleeping on a couch with strained look on her face. Seeing that it is, and not wanting to disturb her slumber, he drew out a blanket from a closet. Although bit clumsy with his one arm, he did managed to cover her gently as he could. As if she felt the warmth, she pulled it closer to her, snoring softly. Satisfied of her condition, he went back in to his room and closed the door. Little did he know, it was the beginning of many sufferings to come.

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SHADOWS OF THE SUN- Angel Lie


Gohan looked up to his mirror, with his pajamas still on. Time hasn't passed yet and still was dark. All that reflected was darkness of the room and outline of his body, illuminated dimly by the stand. Despite the fact that he only had one eye, he could still make out what he was seeing. In his mirror, the reflection of his empty eye socket stared right back. And his fleshless cheeks and teeth sneered at him. What he saw in the mirror wasn't a child. It was something else. It was terrible, horrible thing. Then he shifted his gaze to his pair of wings. Two pairs of wings. These wings were large and beautiful, and he could feel the smooth and soft sensation everytime he touched it with his finger tips. And they weren't spectral or some sort of projection. He knew that when he tried to cram in his large wings in to now tiny door. He also knew when he accidentally sat on his wings which caused him a great deal of pain.

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He questioned himself. What was he? Some sort of freak? A monster? Or an Angel? He laughed at the last thought grimly. These wings… He was sure they had a good reason giving him two… Shaking his thoughts, he quickly changed himself in ordinary clothing and walked out from his room.

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His mother was still sleeping. And the sky was still dark. Normally in this circumstances, he would open up his thick notes on String Theory and start breaking down and see if he can come up with a way to create a single theory that explains both quantum mechanics and gravity. He was only a kid and was already working on Einshoetain's dream. The Theory of Everything. Difference was, while bunch of physicists were squeezing their brain together, he was doing it alone. But today...

Today, it was different. He wanted to see what he was, and to do this, he'll need full focus on it. Having study as full time schedule for the day wouldn't help his plan at all. He had to be alone... or be someone who he wasn't all too familiar yet. That way, he'll know, because last thing he wanted was his father's friend who tries to make him feel better of his permanent wound. Everytime they did it, he felt distracted, and uncomfortable. Thus, he didn't want anyone's condolence. He wanted truth. A brutal, cold, and hard truth.

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Before making his way out he whispered to her mother quietly,

"I'm sorry mom… But I have to do this…"

Then he walked outside with barefoot. Yes, that was it. He wanted the truth. But that wasn't all. He wanted to see what he was capable of. He wanted to see if he was still capable of carrying the task of burden. It has been two days… And he was done waiting.

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His brows went down as he began to flare his Ki, enveloping him in white energy. If he was going to reach his goal, then this place, here wasn't the right place. He will have to do it in a remote area. Place far away from home. He lifted himself in the air, his foot leaving the ground as his wings began to unfurl itself, presenting in it's rightful, full glory. Powered by his Ki, artificial wind stared to fluctuate around him, blowing away grasses in circular manner. He rose up slowly, and once he felt it was enough, he stroked his wing good several times before blasting away.

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Gohan screamed in pleasure of speed and intensity that he felt of rushing in to the air. He only gave out small percent of his power, yet he was already flying in subsonic speed. Deciding to test his wings on flight, he stretched them out further. He felt the immediate effect. The sudden shift in the air caused him to stagger a bit but the effect was certainly noticeable. He felt the weight of the air on his each wings as they pierced through them. The air was actually pushing him up. This came in to a realization. If the wings can sustain him in the air purely with drag, then that would mean, he won't need any Ki to push himself every time he flies. However, he went one step further. Instead of breaking his Ki to create upward air propulsion to let his wings do all the work, he redirected all his Ki for complete forward motion.

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He felt air colliding to his body, and the constant collusion began to create heat. Before he knew, he was already breaking the sound barrier by far. Large explosion of sonic boom and white rings around his dissipated in to thin air before he notice them. He was going in such speed that no human technology can follow, it was certainly a great speed. But that wasn't the fact that why he was feeling joy. He never felt this in control of his power in his life! He felt like he could do more without powering up to super saiyan. No, he could actually do more!

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Feeling confident, he changed his wing to vertical position and he came in to full stop without any drags. Everything was silent in the air, leaving wind's howl of defiance behind.

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There was silent, and ambient humming of distant storm, and he inhaled the surrounding with his acute senses. He felt the motion of the air, and clarity in them. He felt the coolness of vast space surrounding him, only fashioning itself with occasional clouds. He looked forward to the sky, and from the distant black storm clouds, he saw an deafening beauty of light. A golden light. The golden light of life... hope... and everything surrounded it. Sky was a canvas, and the light was the paint. Ring of black faded to blue behind his back, and gradually, blue turned lavender, and lavender turned in to gold. He watched the ink smearing to the ring of canvas infront of him.

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He felt his heart pang, and lung suddenly stopped breathing, mesmerized by the awe-striking sight of grandeur. He closed his eyes, as his mind began to venture. All these beauty, all things that was existing in his planet, was he to protect them all? Cell was gone. The one who killed his father was now rotting away in hell, burning in eternity. He saved everybody on earth. He helped those innocent beings to have another chance on going on with their life. Everything was silent Now, just like the canvas of sky, like it is always has been.

But what good is he if he couldn't even save his own father? He let himself down against the cell. His action and his emotions got the best of him. What good is he if he couldn't control a simplest primal instinct. When the storm comes, which it will, he was likely to do it once again. He'd become a damnation of all. He'll ruin everything around him. He'll loose someone he deeply cared about.

It was all his fault wasn't it? IT was cell who took him away, but he was the causation. He felt like an incompetent fool, and believed such being should be shunned away for making her father die, and not do anything about it. He opened his eye, and asked himself the question once more.

"What am I?"

His eyes locked on to distant horizon, and said to himself.

"Do I really deserve all this…"

World was beautiful, but did he deserved to enjoy it? He looked up to see the sun, burning itself with pure energy, such energy enough to level an entire solar system, and more. Sun dies itself so that everything here on earth, this speck of dot in the vast cosmos, could live. Was he to share the same fate? Like that sizzling, red sun? Was that his fate?

If not, what was it? AS he thought about himself more and more, he was no hero. He was not his father. He tried to be, and had his father as his role model ever since. He wanted to be his father. A hero, a one who saved all. One who saved him so that he could have second chance against Cell. He could never step in his father's shoe. He wasn't worthy.

He began to fall. He felt the acceleration, and his wing curled upward by the speed. The continuation of falling did not made him feel uneasy, rather, it was calming. It felt... nice.

Feeling of wind whipping around from his back to his hair, the sound of air passing by to his ear... was nice. But all this… Hasn't answered the question that he had been asking. Never has the feeling of nice ever allowed him to find the answer. He opened his eyes, but met with a large sound of impact.

"Gahhhh!"

Gohan screamed at sudden damage. Fiery explosions surrounded his vision a he tried to make sense of what was going on. He heard a man and a girl screaming, and it was getting farther away...Fast! Idea struck Gohan's head as he bolted towards them, falling helplessly to the ground. Ground grunted.

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"Damn it! You really screwed it up, didn't you Gohan! You should have known!"

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With an incredible speed, he flew past them and prepared his body for dampening for their impact. Slowly, he tried to match their falling speed by getting closer, and once he got close enough, he tried to hold on to them. However, he just realized that he has only one arm.

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He could feel the sense of horror coming from them, they screamed in terror. And if gohan didn't think of something, they were going to die. Gohan could only see one way to save them both. He could only use himself to absorb all the impact. He enveloped his wings around them hugging them tightly.

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Ground was only getting closer as he heard the howl of the wind zipping past him.

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Then it came.

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"Daddy! Wh…what is it?"

Gohan rose up from the crater that he dug as the dust settled. The impact came much harder than he anticipated, and this caused some disorientation in his used to be keen sensor. With all the vision blurred and over saturated in white, he could still make out horrified girl's shout. He gazed on to the direction of the sound as it became clearer. It was a girl. It was the girl he saved with his wing that made him feel so useless. She was the first one he saved with his new body. And... she was most beautiful being he had witnessed. It was a blacked haired girl with beautiful eyes had almost snow like skin. He felt sense of pride coming up from his throat and he could not help asking to himself, "who… Who are you…?"

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He held his breath when he saw the girl stared back at him. She watched him... with fascination... and that's not all he saw. She was looking his wings. His magnificent pure wings. She approached to him closer, her hand stretched out to touch his wing, to feel the scent, to feel the texture. To her, they seemed beautiful and looked to be equally soft.

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Gohan felt his heart skipping a beat as she took a step towards him with a visible blush smearing on to her skin. He felt like she was beckoning to get closer to her when she whispered out him.

"Are... are you an angel...?"

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He took a step closer to her, his feet now touched on to soft grass. However before he could take another step further, he was stopped by a large man.

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"YOU STOP WHERE YOU ARE GOING!"

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Puzzled by sudden interruption, he looked up to see the who it was barricading his way. His vision was filled with huge Afro. Gohan took a step back. He knew who this man was. He thought he was dead when that Cell threw him to the mountain. He never thought he was going to see him again too soon. It was almost funny to Gohan. Fate had a funny way dealing with this kinds of scenario.

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"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT YOU CANT TRICK ME!"

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A blacked haired girl yelled at her father as she pulled on his clothes, "D...Daddy! What are you doing!"

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Gohan was curious. What on earth was he talking about? Then he heard multiple sirens around him, surrounding him from all sides. Why were the cops here? Didn't he just saved him and the girl from their death? Why was he so angry?

Officer from the back shouted to his communicator.

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"There's a crack headed kid in Mr. Satan's mansion believing he is some sort of angel. From the explosion he caused, I believe his intentions are hostile!"

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Gohan's head whipped to the man's direction at the word of hostile. But...but he just saved them! Why are they treating as if he was some sort of criminal? What he tried to look as calm as he can, the sight of Gohan's face failed to deliver any of that. To them, it was a sight of a demon...A demon had only one side of his face. The officer shrieked in horror at the sight of fleshless jaw and empty socket. He was completely convinced that it was not a makeup.

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"Yep! Definitely hostile! Definitely Hostile!"

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Gohan looked around in bewilderment.

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"Wha…what is going on?!"

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Then he felt his wings pulled away by strong grip.

"ALRIGHT! NO MORE TRICK YOU LITTLE FREAK! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID THERE! TRYING TO KILL ME AND MY DAUGHTER?!"

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Gohan's eye snapped opened at the man's claim.

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"No! That's not-!"

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"WHERE IS THE BOMB YOU FREAK?! I KNOW YOU PURPOSELY PLANTED THE BOMB ON MY JET TO THREATEN MY DAUGHTER!"

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Confused and agitated by the man's action, he pushed the man away from holding his wing.

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"S…stay away from me!"

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Man flew backwards with a loud thud, with trail of blood following him. Blacked haired girl ran at him to his side, shouting, calling at his father.

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"Daddy! Daddy!"

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All the response she got was grunting pain of a man. Girl snapped her eyes at him with tears. Her petite, gorgeous face wrinkled with shock.

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"What... what did you do...?"

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Gohan backed away in shock. He… Never meant to push the man that strong! Why was he suddenly out of control of his won power!? Why… How could this happened?

"I…I don't know… I'm,..I'm sorry…"

The girl stayed there besides her father as Satan tried to speak through pained grunts.

"You... You have no idea what you are messing with BOY! You try to take away innocent people, I won't let you! You are a mosnter! A trickster! A coward using those fancy light tricks! You know what you reminds me of?"

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Gohan stood silently.

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"You are just like cell."

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That caused him snap. Cell! The monstrosity that killed innocent lives! Cell! A beast who took away his eyes and arm! CELL! The one who took away his father! How dare she! How dare she compares him to one thing! One thing that he despised the most!

Gohan erupted in gold.

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"DO NOT COMPARE ME WITH CELLLLLLL!"

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Girl was knocked back by sudden surge of power. An officer in full clad armor came infront her to shield her from anymore damage.

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"open fire! Open fire!"

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Rain of lead began to pour down at him, that which he went completely undamaged as he stood with fury. Gohan sneered through his teeth.

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"You have no idea what I've been through! What I had to sacrifice! What I had to suffer!"

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And soon, they were ran out of all ammunition. Polices were starting to panic.

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"You have no idea what was taken away from me!"

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With it, Gohan charged. He planted a fist on closest police's stomach with a sickening bone crushing sound, launching the man in to air with blood spreading from his mouths and exploded veins and spines. Remaining officers scurried back to their car, however, as soon as they did it, Gohan exploded the furthest one with his energy, blocking all possible way for remaining vehicles to escape. Some officers were trying to establish a com-link to the headquarter, but before they could report for backup, they were cut short as Gohan grabbed the vehicle and tossed it to another, killing the everyone inside instantly.

Then from the back, last remaining vehicle pushed on the accelerator. The purpose was clear. He tried to kill Gohan by crushing him with speed and weight of the car. But what can a man do against a super saiyan? He just stood there motionless and let the unit run up to him. As just like he expected, nothing happened to him as the car's bonnet split in to two. This rendered the solid engine push back great force, and struck the man behind the wheel.

Gohan felt strange. He felt just like when he was killing cell. He felt the joy. It was a joy of becoming superior to lesser beings. It was intoxicating, and only thought of making weaklings suffer by his strength topped any logical reasoning in his brain. He had to kill them all. It was the only way to sate his anger. He would not be satisfied until the last of them die by his hand.

He reached to a large Afro man that people referred to him as, 'Mr. Satan.' That man was an insufferable fool, and he was not willing to hear anymore from him. How dare he tried to blame him of his stupidity! But that wasn't all, was it? Satan called his power a trick didn't he?

Gohan let out a sickening grin of a psychopath.

"Satan! You call my powers trick!"

The man was recovering from the pain it seemed. He however, struggled to stand up. This amused Gohan.

Man cried.

"N...NO! I AM THE STRONEST! IT'S JUST ALL TRICKS! IT HAS TO BE!"

Gohan smirked as he charged his hand.

"Let's test that theory!"

However, before he let out his Ki, the girl stepped in, blocking his path. Gohan spoke darkly at the girl.

"Stand in line. You are next."

Girl bellowed with defiance, her voice trembling audibly.

"No, Please! Don't do this! Please don't! Stop hurting my daddy!"

Gohan frowned.

"And why I should do that?"

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"Because angles don't hurt people..."

He froze. He stood there as if he was frozen in time. His vision swirled with memories of the past. It was so similar... yet so different. Here, stood a girl, a mere human with no power or knowledge of Ki what so ever, stood in resistance against him... but for what? That man, that man who insulted his friend and his father, calling them tricksters using their fancy light tricks, a retarded idiotic man was her father. No matter what her father was, she was standing, blocking him to protect her father.

Whatever this man might be, to this girl, was everything she've got. It was everything she cared about, and looked up to. To this, small girl, he was her father... just like how Goku was his father. Just like how looked up to him and respected him. There was no difference in a perspective of a child.

Yet here he was vastly overpowering them, stood infront of them ready to kill them. Just...just like cell... they were innocent. He admired her as his power began to decline. He admired of her spirit and her action. What did he do when his father was in danger? What did he do to save his father? He did nothing. He did nothing when he could have done to stop it.

He staggered back at the realization... He was no better than those villains. He looked down at his hand, with tears swelling on his eye.

"Wha... what am I...?"

He remembered it all too well. He killed people. He just killed those cops! He...He just killed innocent people, that he cared about! Those he wanted to protect, and sworn to protect... and he just screwed it all up. He was lost by his emotions again. It was all his fault.

He looked around and saw... flame... blood and corpses of what was remaining of people...

"Wha... what have I done...?"

He wanted to get away, get away to put aside his problems. He wanted to forget them, and never to think about it again. Perhaps... what she said was true... Perhaps.. He really was a monster.

He whispered to the girl in sorrow and guilt.

"I'm... I'm so sorry..."

He took a last glance to the girl. She seemed about to her age, if not, a year or two younger. Her cerulean, crystalline eye sparked with tears. But he could see that she was holding back. She tried to look strong. She looked like she actually wanted to protect her father.

He could not stand anymore guilt... So he spread his wings... and flew away.

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What am I? He asked himself the same question one last time as he stood on a empty deserted land. He recognized this place. He knew the whose blood has been sheathed, and whose sacrifice has been made. Craters and demolished mountains and land laid across the area, signifying the great battle that has taken here.

This was the place where he killed cell. This was the place where he saw his father for last time. He tried to reason of his father's refusal of his return. However. Whatever logic he cameup with, he could not able to suppress the exploding emotions in him. He wanted his father back. He was always there for him. When he was lost, and confused, he would always encouraged him and brighten his mood. But that can never be true now. He's gone forever, and he won't see him for a long time.

He... just couldn't understand his father. He heard the conversation between z gangs and his father... and it seemed like it was all directed towards his mother. He heard his father saying to her that Gohan could take care of her... but why? How come he couldn't see he needed him? It wasn't just his mother, he needed him just like mother did! How come he didn't see that?

"Da...Dad! Why?!"

Gohan asked in to the wasteland. Land did not respond. His dead father did not respond.

He wanted to rationalize why his father left him... but more he stood there, the reminiscent of the past, thinking about it, he felt... like as if he abandoned him. He felt weak and boneless by the thought. And by that thought, he helplessly fought to hold back any tears wanting to burst out like a volcano. However, no avail, it like the damn wanting to break open, it eventually did.

"Dad! Why?! Please! Please comeback! Please comeback…"

Gohan was the last of the Son. And it was his responsibility to finish his father's work, and carry on the task of the warden. But… He screwed it up from the day one. Shoes of his father was too big for him to wear, and the wings of the gods were Too heavy. He felt as if he was not worthy of bearing the weight of all of them.

He have killed people who tried to protect themselves and Th girl. That would certainly make him a murderer. A monster, wouldn't it? However, that girl, that beautiful girl told him he was an angel. She even held on to that belief after what he had done to those people. What he did to her! He was in contradictory And so confused. How can someone be a monster and an angel at same time? He wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe her sweet words…and somehow… He didn't wanted to forget her.. Even though he didn't even know her name.

But one thing was clear. He wasn't one. He was not capable of being one.

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But it was a sweet lie.