I have not uploaded for so long that the documents died and I have to start this annoying chapter all over again. 26 comments, mostly praise, thank you all for not being cloned Darkwolf 3000s, who should be banned from this site but is sneaking on behind her parents backs. HA! Am I a snitch or what? Anyway, I think the lost chapter was bad anyhow.

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The blood pouring on the floor after Goten rolled his dad over was forming a pool. Goku had a rip in his stomach, and the blood was clotted from him leaning on his front.

Goten's eyes widened at the horiffic sight. "Shit... Dad?" He smacked his father's white face. "DAD! WAKE UP NOW!"
Goku's face scrunched up, a sign of pain, to be expected. His eyes slowly opened, and he coughed up blood. "Goten," he stammered, "How did you.."
"No time to explain Dad", he cried, "We need to get you out of here, and fast!"

"No, leave him there."

Goten turned to see Kakarot Junior. "Leave him there? But he'll die!" Simply mentioning leaving his dad for dead made him tearful.

"He'll only get in the way. We need to find a way out of here, and save the others, leaving them to help him. We will only increase his chances of being blown to peices if we take him with us." Kakarot's words sounded cruel. Unreal. Surely leaving Dad for dead would only make things worse? But... taking him would only deepen his injuries. He needed to rest somewhere. With a friend...

"Okay, we'll leave him. On one condition. We find a place to leave him without *cough* gas everywhere". Goten was so distressed by his dad's state that he had forgotten about the gas. He picked up his father and glided into the hall, searching for a door of some sort. He found a cupboard door round the corner and placed his dad inside, taking one last glance before slamming the metal door.

"Let's go". Kakarot threw the unconscious toddler on his shoulder and ran, breaking every cell pad on the way down, closely followed by Goten. The freed prisoners stampeded down to the exit, breaking everything in the way.

Kakarot and Goten ran for the door...

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In the main control room, Jago was watching everything via surveillance droids, disguised as bugs, in the control room. He slammed his fists on the metal desktop, and the vibration echoed round the cell-like room.
"Damn! KENTO!"

The little green alien ran panting into the room, sweating white blood with fear. "Y-yes, lord?"

"Ah, Kento, my little lieutenant. You see the cells on this camera? What did you say they were made of?"

"Sir... It wasn't expected, the merchant said... the laws of physics..."

"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION, KENTO!"

"Plu... Plutonium and fibre optic glass, sir," stammered Kento.

"And what happened to the unsmashable glass, Kento?"

"Aagh..."

"WHAT HAPPENED?" yelled the clearly furious Jago.

"It... smashed, sir."

"Well, we hav to sort this out then! If we don't stop them soon..." He turned to the screen, viewing the duo and several hundred alien prisoners stampeding to the door... "They can reach this room, and free all others from here. I may be strong, Kento, but not invincible! Just blow them up!"

"Yes, sir..." Kento turned to the console.

"Oh, and make it quick, becuse if you dont, they won't be the only ones frying tonight..."

Kento squealed with fear and sharply presses a large red button on the console.

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Back in the cell hall, Goten and Kakarot were nearing the door. It seemed awfully long for a cell hall, possibly to catch more prisoners. So far most prisoners had been freed from the cells, but nobody they knew seemed to be in this chamber.

Beep! Beep!

The beeping noise stopped the stampede in their tracks, several thousand people stumbling onto the floor. The noise repeated itself.

"What the..." Goten was curious for the noise. Why had everyone stopped? It seemed unclear until...

"RUN!" Kakarot yelled. Suddenly the stampede rushed back through the hall. Goten and Kakarot managed to rush to the front just in time for...

BANG!

The massive explosion came from the door, and was following behind them. Goten looked back, and unfortunate prisoners had been consumed by the heavy flames, gas exploding from the cells. He ran as fast as he could, and the explosion was soon close behind!

"Now!" Kakarot turned for the cupboard containing Goku. Goten turned after, and was blasted inside by the explosion behind. Kakarot closed the door just in time. The crash dented the metal door, and Goten sat up dazed.

"What was that?" he asked, and then stopped talking. "Oh no... No, no, no..."

"Yes, you are correct. All the freed prisoners have been consumed by either the first explosion or the lit gas after. We are the only four survivors."

Silence. Goten couldn't bring himself to say anything. Thousands of people had just been killed, and it was his fault. Or was it? Would they have suffocated with the gas anyway? Could some species have survived the gas attack? Nonetheless, the exxplosion was his fault...

"Stop blaming yourself, kid." He looked up to Kakarot. "It was more my fault. I was the one who came up with the idea to blow up the glass. Anyway, I knew something would happen. Father doesn't just let hostages escape with their lives."

"You knew this would happen?" cried Goten, tears welling from his turquoise eyes. "You KNEW, and you didn't say anything?" Anger surged through him, and his hair raised up as he transformed in to his Super Saiyan State?"

"Don't get mad, kid. You wouldn't stand a chance against me. If I can take a blow like the one he gave me earlier, I can take ANYTHING you give me. And you know it."

Tears streamed Goten's face, and he lowered his fist, returning to his normal form. "You're right. You could do nothing, an wasting energy in taking you on will only make me weaker."

Kakarot placed the toddler next to Goku. "Well, now we got that sorted, let's go!" He pushed the door open, and the damage the hall had taken was major. Walls were singed, glass smashed (amazingly) and bodies burnt. The smell of cooked corpse made them sick, and they had to step over the bodies of thousands.

Goten was trying to suppress his tears, and decided to fly through the hall rather than corrupt the corpses even further. They glided through the hole where the door once was, and stopped at the three-way junction.

"Which way now" asked Goten.

"Up. We need to get to the control room, that's where Dad is. If we can get there and defeat him, then we can free everyone."

"We can't take him on!" Goten stopped, and Kakarot turned to him.

"He's too strong," finished Goten, "even for... my Dad..."

"Hey! Never give up!" Kakarot yelled. "If you give up, we will never get through this, understand? You're much stronger than your dad, I could sense it when we landed on Earth! Wanna now something? He took no more damage than you did, but look at him now! Unconscious in a cupboard! And you are flying around almost uninjured! So stop moaning and let's take on Jago!"

Goten thought about this for a second.

True, Dad is in a weakened state, but I am fine. Except I'm not hemorraeging with a bleeding stomach... or AM I?

He looked down onto his body, and was shocked to see bloodstains around his torso from where the blood from his skull had dripped onto his shirt.

I've been heavily bleeding all this time, and didn't feel anything but a headache?

"Okay, let's go!"

"That's the spirit", replied Kakarot. "Father, get ready, here we come!"

The pair blasted through the corridor.

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Did you like it? It's quite late, I admit, but this is far better than what I was planing! Pwease comment, pretty pwease!