The Saiyan Winchester

by Sailor Dragonball 87

What if Kakarot was adopted by the Winchesters instead of Grandpa Gohan? Sure, he'd have the same history as Sam and Dean, but how different would his life be? Read and find out! In this story, I want to emphasis the family/funny moments at first while summarizing the hunting, but you'll read about more of the hunting later on. Includes multiple fandoms.

10. Chapter 6: Rendezvous In Otherworld

I do not own "Dragonball Z" or "Supernatural". Those rights go to Akira Toriyama and Eric Kripke respectively. This is in two parts.

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Chapter 6: Rendezvous In Otherworld

October 12, 2007 (Age 761) Chikyu

Raditz was cackling like a madman. He was standing over his brother with his boot on Goku's semi-bare chest; earlier on the battle, part of the upper half of his gi was burned off by a blast from Raditz. Before the battle, the younger Saiyan removed his weighted clothing; which consisted of his undershirt, boots, and wristbands. The weighted clothing added up to 140 pounds. Goku was screaming in pain. "AHAHA! I LOVE THE SOUND OF CRACKING RIBS! IT'S A SHAME THAT THEY HAD TO BE YOUR RIBS, KAKAROT, BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TURNING YOUR BACK ON YOUR RACE! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE SAIYAN RACE!" As Goku screamed in agony, laying on his back, Raditz continued to laugh at his brother's expense. So many ribs were broken that only Goku's collarbone was preventing Raditz from sandwiching his the organs housed in his younger brother's rib cage between Goku's sternum and spine with one good stomp. Raditz was about to deliver the final stomp when his scouter beeped, indicating an abnormally high power level coming from his space pod; he put Gohan in there to muffle the little boy's crying when he first returned here with the child.

Raditz's pod was cracking badly. Gohan burst forth from the pod, destroying it in the process, and landed along the rim of the crater the pod had made when it landed. Gohan was standing about seven feet from the rim, gritting his teeth in anger with tears in his eyes. Raditz stared at Gohan in disbelief. What!? Now I know this scouter's defective, Raditz told himself. In amazement and fear, he exclaimed, "There is no way that brat can possibly have a power level of 1,370! And it's still rising!" After landing here with the kid, Raditz noticed that his scouter said that Gohan's power level was 710. That's when Raditz first suspected his scouter was broken.

Goku lay some ten feet away with Raditz standing over him. About twenty feet behind Goku, and to Gohan's right, stood a one-armed green man; earlier in the battle, his arm was blown off when it got in the path of one of Raditz's chi blasts. This was the same attack in which Goku's shirt was partially burned off. "Goku, look. Near the crater. It's your son," said Piccolo. Goku looked to his right and reached out a shaky, half-clenched hand to his son and wearily said, "Gohan…d-daddy can't get up right n-now. Run away, Gohan." Gohan stayed put, trembling with rage. Again, the scared father urged, "Gohan, run, now!" The child's raged boiled over as he yelled, "GET AWAY FROM MY DADDY RIGHT NOW, YOU BIG BULLY!" With a war cry, Gohan launched himself toward his uncle and flew into Raditz's chest plate, which cracked over the top of the stomach guard and bottom of the chest plate. Raditz was thrown backward from the unexpected force of Gohan's head butt. The little boy landed face down with a thud near his father to Goku's left. Blocking out the pain from his ribs, Goku put his arms down to his sides and managed to lift his head to look at his son. He stuttered in surprise, "G-G-Gohan?" Gohan turned over and propped himself up on his hands. "Daddy! You're alright! Thank goodness!" If he only knew, thought the pointy-haired father.

Suddenly, Raditz kicked the little boy. Gohan tumbled some twenty feet away. He landed face down an unconscious. "NO! GOHAN!" Goku yelled, stretching out his right arm. At that moment, he found the strength to get up. With his power level suppressed, he brought his knees up quickly and when he brought them down, he used his forward momentum to propel himself onto his feet. Man, I'm glad Gohan's unconscious right now, Goku thought; he didn't want his son to see him give his life to defeat Raditz.

With lightning speed, Goku appeared behind the older Saiyan and hooked his arms under Raditz's shoulders. Grunting in determination, Goku said, "See…ugh…it doesn't pay to lie, does it?" As Raditz struggled, he growled, "Shut up."

Flashback

Earlier in the battle, Goku got a hold of Raditz's sensitive tail, which sent a crippling wave of pain through the older Saiyans body. Raditz said he would leave Earth forever if his brother let him go. Goku fell for it; he released his brother's tail and immediately regretted it. Raditz elbowed his brother in the face and clearly had no intention of keeping his word. The plan was to impale him with Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon, but when Goku let go of Raditz's tail, that plan went out the window.

Flashback end

Goku held his brother with an iron grip. "PICCOLO, YOUR ATTACK! DO IT NOW! PLEASE HURRY, MY RIBS ARE BROKEN! I CAN'T HOLD HIM MUCH LONGER!" Goku yelled, his voice filled with exhaustion. Raditz tried one last time to appeal to his brother's forgiving nature. "Kakarot, why are you doing this to your own brother?" Goku tighten his grasp because he felt it slackening. "As far as I'm concerned, my only brothers are Sam and Dean Winchester!" Raditz was going to ask what they would think, but was cut of when his scouter beeped. Piccolo, who had moved closer and in front of Goku and Raditz earlier, was charging up his Special Beam Cannon again. Raditz's scouter detected the energy Piccolo was gathering and measured it. "IMPOSSIBLE! A POWER LEVEL OF 1,440 AND RISING! KAKAROT, IF THAT BEAM HITS US, WE'LL BOTH BE TOAST!" Goku smirked and said, "At least I'll take you with me!"

The beam hit Raditz right where his armor was cracked. It took about two seconds for the beam to penetrate Goku and Raditz's bodies. Blood poured from both men's' mouths and the holes through their chests. Goku landed some ten feet closer to Gohan and Raditz landed about five feet in front of Goku.

Not even one minute after the battle was over, a low buzzing sound reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield. It reached Piccolo's ears first because they were the biggest ones there. An air bike appeared on the horizon. Piccolo covered one ear and turned the other away from the sound to muffle it. The sound quickly increased in volume. Soon, the bike stopped about ten feet away from the fallen Saiyans. Its two passengers were Yamcha and Dean.

Back at the Kame House:

Bulma slowly opened her eyes as Missouri dabbed the wet rag on her forehead and temples. Sam, Master Roshi, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Krillin were grouped together. They were discussing what had just happened. It was past time to go pick up Eric/Goku. Missouri noticed that Dean was trying to tell his Saiyan brother something at the party, so she sent Dean and Yamcha ahead for three reasons: one, so that Yamcha could take Dean on his air bike and Dean didn't have to fly; two, so Dean could talk to his brother without the commotion of the others; and three, so Dean would be able to concentrate on saying what he needed to tell his Saiyan brother before Raditz showed up.

Back at the battlefield:

Oh no, Dean thought. He ran to his Saiyan brother as he yelled, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! NOT AGAIN!" As he spoke the last two words, he knelt beside his fallen brother with a look of panic on his face and glassy eyes, and took the fallen warrior's hand. Yamcha capsulized his air bike and ran to join his friend. Wearily, the fallen warrior said, "Hey Dean, how're ya doing?" Dean squeezed his brother's hand and replied, "About as well as you'd expect a guy whose brother might die from a hole trough his freakin' chest to be doing." They shared a short laugh, which it was very painful of the Saiyan Winchester. Wearily, the fallen warrior said, "Hey Dean?" Dean looked at his newest brother with a smile and replied, "Yeah?" His brother asked, "What did you mean when you said 'not again'?" Dean swallowed and told himself, It's now or never. He took a deep breath and said, "Eric, about six months ago Sam was murdered and I sold my soul to a crossroads demon to get him back. Usually, someone who makes a deal gets ten years to live before their payment's due. Because I'm so special, I got just one. If I get out of the deal, Sam dies. I'm OK with the deal, because I did it to bring Sam back, but Sam still wants to get me out of it at the cost of his own life. Pisses me off whenever he goes behind my back and tries." The Saiyan Winchester gave him a knowing smile. "What?" Dean asked when he noticed the smile. "Sounds like you two are a lot alike. You're both willing to die for each other. I'm willing to die for my planet and my family. Dad would be proud of all of us," the Winchester warrior replied. Dean smiled and nodded.

Then Goku/Eric addressed the other newcomer. "Yamcha, I don't know how much longer I can hold out." Yamcha stepped forward and said, "Don't worry buddy, we won't let you die. We'll get you a senzu bean and you'll be all better. I don't have one on me, but just hold on." Dean's eyes widened with fear when he realized that he didn't have any either. The Saiyan Winchester, however, had other plans. "Sorry Yamcha, not this this time. I'm running out of time and…*slow gasp*…*couch, cough*…it's getting hard to breathe," he replied. The he asked, "Could you make sure Gohan doesn't see me like this?" Yamcha look to the sleeping child and replied, "Sure, buddy. No sense in traumatizing the poor kid. But he needs you, and so does Earth, so we're going to wish you back with the dragonballs." He walked over to Gohan and picked him up. Yamcha held the boy protectively his chest.

Dean gazed at his friend with a skeptical look and asked, "What?" Yamcha turned and answered, "When all seven dragonballs are gathered and the name of the dragon is spoken, the dragon appears and grants one wish. In the right hands, they can do miracles. In the wrong hands, however, they can be disastrous." Dean had never heard of the dragonballs, but wished he had before he made the crossroads deal.

"AHAHAHA, ACK…*couch, cough*…you fools! My scouter picked up everything you just said about the dragonballs…*slow gasp, cough*…My comrades are probably on their way here right now! And they're both strong than me!" Raditz said with difficulty. Well, thought Dean, At least we know there are two of them on the way. He stood up, drew his gun, marched over to the long-haired Saiyan, and squatted down by Raditz's head. "You know, judging by that my brother felt he had to sacrifice himself in order to kill you," Dean continued to talk over Raditz's incessant laughing, "you're probably strong enough to catch my bullet and fling it back at me. Although you'd probably miss your mark in your current state, it'd still hurt like hell. However, I'm not taking that chance. I highly doubt you'll be able to catch the bullet if I don't allow you the space to try." Dean stood, move to where he was facing the top of the long-haired Saiyan's head, crouched down, and put the gun to Raditz's crown.

Raditz commented on what Dean said about his brother. "You have no right to call him your brother! He is MY brother! No Saiyan in their right mind, which Kakarot is not, would have a pathetic human weakling as a surrogate brother!" Dean furrowed his brow and said, "Well, for one," he jerked his thumb toward his Saiyan brother, "that Saiyan does, because family doesn't end with blood," he gestured toward the man the both he and Raditz called brother. Dean turned back to Raditz and continued, "and two, my parents adopted him so the government wouldn't take him away to do God knows what to him! Now, this 'pathetic human weakling' wants to know when will they be here?" Raditz slowly gasped in air, swallowed, and replied, "What do you expect to accomplish with that weapon, human? I was planning to tell you anyway. They will arrive in a little under thirteen Earth months, so your fighters better start training! They're going to need it, not that it will do them any good! AHAH-". Dean pulled the trigger, cutting Raditz's maniacal laugh short and ending his life.

Piccolo and Yamcha were shocked at Dean's actions, but Goku/Eric was more prepared for what just happened. Dean noticed the facial expressions of the two standing men. "WHAAAT?! The guy was a dick. He totally deserved it. Now, you guys have a year to prepare for two bigger ones," he said definitively. Piccolo, who was covering his ears, said, "DOES THAT THING HAVE TO BE SO LOUD?" Dean looked at him complacently. "Yeah, but if I put a silencer on it, it would be damn uncomfortable concealed in my waistband," he said as he stood returned his gun to his waistband. Yamcha's eyes went as wide as they could go and said in amazement, "Wow Dean, that was really badass!" Dean gave him a cocky smile and said, "Thanks. That's just how I roll." The Saiyan Winchester remained silent about the incident, not wanting to sour what could be his final moments with his oldest human brother.

The fallen Saiyan addressed his brother. "Dean…I'm glad I got…*slow gasp*…to meet you," he said with difficulty. "Same here, buddy," Dean said with a warm smile, and locked hands with his Saiyan brother. Then, the Saiyan looked at the scared fighter and said, "Yamcha, Gohan has some hidden…*slow gasp*…potential. Chi-chi never let me train him…*slow gasp*…so I want the strongest fighter…*slow gasp*…other than me to train him, Piccolo…*slow gasp*…Gohan's power will be helpful…*slow gasp*…in the fight against the Saiyans." Dean and Yamcha looked surprised, but Dean remained silent while Yamcha asked, "WHAT?! Goku, are you sure? That doesn't seem like a good idea. I mean, this is Piccolo we're talking about!" The young Saiyan smiled at his friend and said, "I know he's done bad things…*slow gasp*…but look at the situation…the Saiyans will arrive in a year…*slow gasp*…Piccolo's the most qualified to me…it's our best shot…*slow gasp*…Now, I think I'm supposed to go with…*slow gasp*…the old man standing by Yamcha." Both humans looked surprised and Piccolo looked confused. He's seeing a reaper, thought Dean. "Please Yamcha, this is for the…*slow gasp*…good of the planet…*slow gasp*," continued the Saiyan Winchester. After that, he could not continue anymore. The light in his eyes faded, his lids closed, and his head lulled to the side.

Dean walked over to his Saiyan brother's body and crouched down. "As much as I hate to admit it, Goku's right. I felt the boy's power as well. That power needs to be nurtured, and I'm the most qualified to do that. Give me the child. And if you say 'over my dead body', just remember, that can be arranged," Piccolo told Yamcha in the background, but Dean didn't hear the exchange. The oldest Winchester's eyes glazed over. He lowered his head and a single tear ran down his left cheek and said, "Goodbye, brother."

Yamcha begrudgingly handed Gohan over to Piccolo while Dean was saying goodbye to his brother. Yamcha locked gazes with Piccolo for a few steps back toward Dean. Yamcha's head whipped from Piccolo to Dean upon hearing the oldest Winchester exclaim, "WHAT THE HELL?!" Piccolo heard the exclamation and also turned toward Dean. What they saw made their jaws drop.

Goku/Eric's body disappeared. "WHAT HAPPENED?" Yamcha said. "He disappeared. His body faded away. THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE! NOW THERE'S NOTHING TO BURN!" Dean replied. Yamcha put a hand on Dean's shoulder and solemnly stated, "Uh, Dean? I don't think you've been around Goku long enough to know if he wants to be cremated or not." Dean looked at him and said quickly, "That's how you prevent someone from becoming, or permanently kill, a ghost. When someone dies violently, they become a vengeful spirit. While they seem nice at first, when they're presented with a trigger, they go after whoever wronged or killed them with a vengeance. They become so focused on their goal that people get hurt in the process." Dean shook his head to refocus his mind and said, "Anyway, what was that? How could a body just fade away like that?" Yamcha shrugged and shook his head.

Neither human noticed that Piccolo walking toward them, holding Gohan by the waist. The green fighter cleared his throat loudly, which startled both men, and said, "I think I have a hunch who's responsible for this. I'll go check it out later. First, I'd like to get this guy," he motioned to Gohan, "started on his training. Don't try to follow or interfere with his training in any way." And with that, he flew away holding an unconscious Gohan at his side.

The look on Dean's face said 'Uh, what just happened?' Yamcha's said 'Oh man, who's gonna tell Chi-chi?' Dean broke the silence and said, "Not exactly big on goodbyes, is he?" Yamcha took a few steps to face Dean and replied, "Yeah, Piccolo has always been like that. It helps him sneak up on people. But what we need to worry about is how are we gonna break the news to everyone, especially Chi-chi?" They both grimaced as an air ship landed behind them.

The craft landed and its occupants exited one by one. The group gathered around Dean and Yamcha, who were trying to explain to everyone what happened to their friend/brother. The two men danced around the subject until Bulma yelled at them. Ultimately, it was Yamcha who explained what happened. Obviously, there were tears all around, but none were more depressed than Sam. Dean reminded him of their angsty conversation outside the Kame House. Sam wasn't going to relinquish his guilt so easily, and mentioned Mary and Jess's deaths as basis for his continued self-loathing. Dean explained that Gohan's kidnapping and their brother's death weren't Sam's fault, but just unfortunate consequences of happenstance.