Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long wait, but I have been busy trying to get into suitable courses in college. And at the same time, I had been busy training my speech recognition program. I type so much at work fixing computers, that my hands needed a good rest.

Also, I have been spending a lot of time contemplating over other story ideas, while at the same time, contemplating with this one. I don't know when I'll release the next chapter. Maybe it might be sooner than this one, or maybe it will be later. ^-^

Well, enough babbling from me. Enjoy the chapter! ^-^

Chapter 10: Trying to Accept the Inconceivable

A month had nearly passed since their departure from Earth. And during that time, Kikyo had spent that time gazing out towards the various planets and stars. She had taken some time to think about what Gohan had said; the thought of bringing people back from the dead, still was appalling to her. But her reason for going along with them, was because she believed in Gohan's words. But it still scared her of what the outcome may be. Would everything be as it was after this venture had been fulfilled?

There was a pale green planet that was in view, and it was closing in. As Bulma sat in the navigation chair, her face only brightened by the discovery. "It looks like we're coming close to Namek! You all better strap in!"

The ship began shaking violently, as Bulma had her hands on the rumbling ship controls, navigating through the atmosphere that was of Namek.

"Hold on, I'm taking us down!" She navigated to a safe secluded area that was safe enough to land the ship, and they landed with a rough thud on a secluded grassland.

She took a deep breath and then turned around behind herself to see her son to be slightly shaken up. "There, that wasn't so bad."

"Speak for yourself," Trunks said almost sickly.

Kikyo unbuckled herself and moved to the nearest window of the ship, and observed the outside that was a covered grassland, the skies were that of a light pale colored green. "So this is Namek," She uttered aloud to herself.

The month traveling through space had been taxing for the priestess. The thought of changing fate in such a way never appealed to her still, and even now. She laid her eyes on the land before themselves, throughout the thick glassed window of the ship in wonder of what would be ahead of them.

Gohan came up beside her. "This will be my second time coming here. Last time I came here, I was a kid."

The priestess looked at him somewhat surprised. "You have been here once?"

He grinned. "Yeah, but that's a whole other story."

"I see," Was all she said back. She did not know why, but she had been sensing a strange aura since they had arrived. And it was different from most auras she had sensed. She bore a look of concentration. "Strange though... This aura is has no hint of any evil. And what is more unique about it, is that I am sensing it from different locations. Some being fainter than others..."

"What is it?" Gohan asked, interrupting her concentration.

She turned to face him with a smile peaking on her features. "It is nothing to worry about."

"Hm... Okay then," The half-Saiyan replied with his ever so clueless features.

Bulma clicked the button on her Dragon Ball radar to see the location of each Dragon Ball. "Yep, it still works. See?"

Gohan smiled. "I haven't seen that thing for a while now."

Kikyo had a brief stare at the radar, and it revealed seven different points. "There are seven of them..."

"This is what we use to find the Dragon Balls," Bulma answered.

"So can we go already?" Trunks said impatiently as he pressed the switch to open the hatch to the ship.

"Elder Moori! Elder Moori! I just saw something come from the sky! It can't be an enemy can it?" A panicked villager asked; anxious for his elder's wisdom.

The elder sat in his seat, gazing out to the void of the window before him, his face was stern and serious. "Yes... I felt it too. Hmm," Then his eyes narrowed by a fraction. "These powers levels do not seem evil. I do not sense any evil intentions from them, and there is something familiar about them. And the power they do possess is very strong."

He lifted his head from his train of thought. "Take a couple of our strongest to greet them, just to be cautious. Do not attack them however," The other Nameks nodded, and took their leave of their elder.

"Dende?" The elder called out to a young adult Namek.

"Yes elder?" Dende answered with a titch of unease apparent in his voice.

"You recognize one of these entities as well... Don't you?" The elder gave a small smile.

"I... I don't know... I think I might... But... It's just been a long time," The young Namek admitted uneasily, with anxiety creasing his forehead.

"Then perhaps you should go as well then," The elder suggested, as he smiled a knowing smile, remembering the power level. He was certain that he felt it before.

"It can't be!" The elder's eye widened in recognition. "Now I think I remember... Could it possibly be that boy who saved Dende all those years ago? Yes it must be!"

"Elder?" Dende called out softly.

"Go with the others Dende, there is nothing to worry about."

"Y-Yes I will," The young Namekian said. And with no further ado, he took his leave of the elder, joining alongside his other brothers.

Just outside the ship, Bulma held the Dragon Ball radar and clicked the top switch again to determine the distance they would have to travel in order to find it. "We're off by about two miles. That's not too far."

Gohan's eyes sparkled happily. "I guess that means we will be saving time," Then he smiled adamantly as he noticed other entities arriving to the same area before them. "Well that didn't take long. They found us instead of us looking for them."

Kikyo stared at him warily concerned. "These people... They are Nameks you spoke of?"

He nodded to satisfy her own curiosity. "Yeah, they sure are," He confirmed as he waved them over with a smile, watching them as they approached warily with caution. "Hey! Long time no see! How are you?"

"So... Are these the same ones we met before?" Bulma said with edginess as she stayed along-side with her son.

Young Trunks stood there with an eyebrow slightly up. "This is a first for me. I don't think I have ever seen a Namek before."

"Well I remember some of them! It may have been a while, but I recognize them," Gohan replied enthusiastically, as he grinned toward the villagers who were making their way to them. And he stepped along the grass surface to greet them.

"Who are you people?" One of the Namekians asked, with curiosity over winning his cautiousness.

The half-Saiyan's grin grew wider as he placed his hand behind his head. "I guess I have gone through some changes since you last met me," He smiled once more as he said so. "We met about fifteen years ago... My name is Gohan. I'm Goku's son, the one who defeated Frieza all those years ago," He exclaimed happily.

Their eyes widened to such proportions when they had heard the said savior's name. "Ah! So you are Goku's son! Your father was the one who saved us," Another Namek exclaimed delightedly.

Gohan grinned with glee and rubbed the back of his head again. "Well from what I remember, Namek still blew up," He said as the other Namekians chattered amongst themselves.

As the priestess witnessed all that was before her, her eyes twitched with such surprise that she came to realize one thing about Gohan. That his own father was a legend, a monarch, for those who had been saved.

"Just who was your father Gohan?" She thought anxiously.

"Gohan? It that really you?" A young Namek asked anxiously as he made his way through his fellow Namekian brothers to greet the tall half Saiyan.

The said half Saiyan's face brightened considerably, as he took a first glance at the young Namekian's face. "Dende!" He greeted his old friend with much glee, as they shared a friendly hug.

"How have you been?" A delighted Gohan asked.

"I have been good! It sure has been a long time since then!" The younger Namek replied.

The half Saiyan nodded. "I know."

"Is Krillin with you?"

The smile that had been present on the young warrior's face vanished at the mention of his old friend's name. "He's... not..."

Dende understood that something terrible had happened over the time that had passed since their last acquaintance. "I see," He said as he lowered his head, as his face portrayed the same likeness as his friend.

"That's why we came here. It was so we could restore our planet to the way it was. So we came to see if you would let us use the Dragon Balls," he laminated with his face lowered.

Dende nodded, agreeing with his friend's request. "Of course we will! I'll take you to see the elder."

They left shortly after with the Namekians to the Elder's village, to use the Dragon Balls in hopes that everything on Earth could be restored since before the crisis. And yet still, as time passed by, Kikyo was appalled by all what had happened. And at the same time, she was enthralled by it. But now she had no choice but to believe what was to come, even if she had difficulties accepting all this in her mind.

They arrived with the Nameks to a small village, and the buildings there had sharp points protruding out from them, and they were white. They were oddly shaped judging by the priestess' perception of what she had seen. And there were small Namekian children playing, running, and laughing with each other throughout the small village.

They made their way to a home much similar to the other homes among it, and standing in front was an older looking Namek with his hands crossed behind his back.

"So, you are back Dende," The older Namek greeted.

Dende had smiled. "Yes Elder."

Then he turned his attention over to the arrivals. "I see it has a been a while since our last acquaintance?"

Bulma who was behind Trunks and Gohan peered through them, smiled and went in front of them. "You remember me right?"

The Elder soon smiled as he remembered her face. "Your name is... Bulma. I don't think I got to thank you properly since then, for letting us stay with you when we were waiting to rebuild our home planet after the battle with Frieza."

She waved her hand at his sentiment. "It was no problem at all! Really! We were glad to help!"

"But it would seem now that you are the ones in need of our help now," Moori inquired as he turned to look at the taller half Saiyan.

Gohan nodded at Moori's inquiry. "Yeah, a lot of terrible things have happened. So many people died back then on our planet... That's why we came here to ask if we could use the Dragon Balls."

Moori nodded his head smiling. "Of course we will. We will be more than happy to oblige. I will ask the others to bring the other Dragon Balls so that you may make your wish."

He had let out the breath he did not know he was holding, with a relaxed smile. "I'm glad you are willing to do this for us. Thank you for this."

The older Namek shook his head. "There is no need. I would feel honored to help the son of a true warrior and friend."

The half Saiyan's smile only grew wider. "Thank you."

As Kikyo observed the areas around them, she came to sense the same aura as before. Only this time it was stronger, and in fact right inside the small home was where she sensed it coming from.

"Excuse me?" Kikyo finally asked.

The elder shifted his gaze towards the priestess. "Yes?"

"What is that you have there inside? I sense something coming from within there, and it gives off a potent and unique aura. I see a faint glow," She said as her eyes indicated towards the small home.

The elder blinked a few times before answering, "Well, there is nobody inside of there. The only thing inside is one of the Dragon Balls."

Then she closed her eyes, coming up with her own assumption, "Now I think I understand... The reason for what I was sensing before," She assumed.

Moori's face contorted into that of awe, fascinated by what he heard. It was rare for him to hear anything like that. "Ah... So you possess the ability to see them and sense where they are. That's quite a rarity. I never have heard of that before. I see you possess a special type of power," he conjectured as the others seemed to stare at her with unrestrained astonishment all the while.

"Y-you mean she can sense the Dragon Balls?" Bulma asked him dumbfounded. 'Just where does it end with her?'Bulma thought incredulously.

Moori nodded. "It would seem so. But how is it possible?"

Gohan blinked at her flabbergasted, amazed as well. "As always, she's full of surprises. But that's amazing!" he thought to himself.

She smiled slightly at this. "I do not know myself. I am merely a priestess, that is all I know."

Trunks had a bit of a startled face. He remembered hearing from his mother that the Dragon Balls could only be found with the Dragon Radar. "At times... She's really scary," he thought to himself.

The elder stared at her amused by this discovery. "This one... This person is different from most I have seen. This one's heart is pure... However, there is something about this one that has yet to present itself..."

Bulma and Trunks stayed with Moori to get further acquainted, as they waited for the other Dragon Balls to arrive from the other villages so that they could make their wish. And Kikyo followed Gohan and Dende around the small village as they were talking of old times when they were kids. Everything they conversed about baffled her to no end.

Ever since she got involved with Gohan's life, there were many questions she wanted to ask. She thought she was knowledgeable about most things in life, only in the end to find out that her ignorance had only grown from the start. She never knew, not an inkling, that there were other worlds with life just like Earth's. But as she saw how Gohan interacted with his old friend from childhood, she came to realize that the inhabitants of this planet were the same just any other person.

Gohan took note of her faraway look when he saw she had her eyes casting off to a vacant part of the sky. And at seeing that, he thought that she was sort of overwhelmed after everything so far. "You have been very quiet for a while now. Everything alright?"

"I still do not understand... What did your father do for these people? You talked earlier about how you used to be on this planet once before," She stared him in the eye. She did not want to pry into his past before, but now she wished to know. "What was he to these people?" She asked.

"He was our hero," Dende answered. "At one time we were at the mercy of Frieza, who was after the Dragon Balls so he could gain immortality. So many people died then," He stared downwards towards the ground, as he remembered the past of his people's torment.

Then he looked up off the ground with a slight smile. "Once Gohan's father came along, that all changed. Not only did he save us, but he saved the entire universe as well."

Kikyo chuckled slightly. It seemed impossible that one person had such strength. After everything she had heard about Gohan's father from Gohan's mother, Bulma and Gohan himself, she came to realize that this said man was more than just a simple monarch, but rather a God. Everything that had happened up to this point, was sheer insanity. The thought of having so much power in one being did not make sense.

"From the way people talk about him, you make it sound as if he was a God at one time," She responded adamantly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! My dad's not a God!" Gohan exclaimed as he intervened, waving his hands frantically up in front of him.

Kikyo smiled with her eyes closed. "Well, what am I supposed to think? However, I do understand this, your father had a gift, and it is also something you possess as well..."

Gohan let his arms slowly drop down to his sides as he wore a clueless expression on his face. Then he placed his hand behind his head in an almost pathetic gesture. "Uh... What was my gift?"

She opened her eyes amused him. "What do you think your gift is? It is something that your father passed on to you."

Gohan stood there and thought about it for a moment. "Well, I know this... I knew that once my dad was gone, people would count on me. It would be up to me then to keep those around me safe."

"And I'm pretty sure you have done well," Dende said brightly as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Now, I have to go back to the elder to see if the others have brought the Dragon Balls. I'll come find you when we have all seven of them."

Gohan nodded with a slight smile. "Okay. Thanks," He beamed. And with that, Dende took his leave of them.

Soon after, the half Saiyan placed hand on the priestess' shoulder, holding her close to him. "I sure hope you're not overwhelmed by all this," he laughed somewhat.

"Sometimes I try not to be... In the beginning I thought I knew everything, only as I thought so; my ignorance only grew," she responded with her face lowered, with her gaze somewhat darkened.

He chuckled somewhat slightly at what she had said, "You have been anything but ignorant. Don't sell yourself short. You have stayed strong throughout with a clear head."

Her facial guise contorted to that of gratitude. He would never cease to encourage her either, "I guess it does not matter... However, when this is over, I hope to live life as an ordinary woman. And... I wish to have that ordinary life with you. But the question remains; will I be permitted to do it?"

She stared into his eyes. And behind the depths of her eyes, an intense emotion raged. She wanted to express what she was feeling at that moment, but she chose not to. Because if she began, she felt that she would never stop.

"I don't see how you shouldn't," he said as his face was drawing closer to hers, and just as he was doing so, he felt her hand gently graze his lips. He opened his eyes with a semi-confused expression, and he heard her chuckle slightly.

"Now is not the time, Gohan. There are things that we have to do first," she said with smile of her own, while reminiscing of what had to be accomplished first.

He had a bit of a downed look to his features, and decided to settle for a stalemate at the moment. Shortly after, he felt a small round object hit his feet. It turned out to be a small ball that the Namekian children were playing with. A small Namekian child came running at them to retrieve it. Then Kikyo kneeled down and picked it up, and handed it to the child.

"Here you go," she said softly with a hint of amusement on her face.

The child slowly came up to her, hesitant at first. But when the child saw her kind expression, he instantly took the ball from her and then ran off towards the other Namekian children. It was hard for her to believe that there could be other life forms so similar to human beings. And yet, she did not have a problem accepting that fact now.

"So uh... That's my gift?" Gohan asked after a moment's hesitation.

Kikyo stood up off the ground again with a look of sincerity on her face, "It is more than that... It is not about how strong you are, or about the people you have saved. But rather, it's about who you are as a person."

Then she smiled fondly as she remembered seeing some old photos of his father with his mother. Gohan and his father resembled each other so much to her. "And also, you and your father seem alike in many ways. That is what I see."

The half Saiyan was touched by her words. To him, she was gifted in many ways, and truly a miracle. It was like she could see into people's hearts and souls. And if it were not for her, his life, along with so many others would still be in peril.

"Hearing you say that really takes a load off my mind."

Knowing that she could bring him to a peaceful state of mind, made her feel relieved. Not too long after, she decided to walk back to the village, and Gohan followed after her.

"I suppose we should head back. Seeing as they now have all seven of those Dragon Balls." She said aloud.

They both saw someone running towards them, which had turned out to be Dende. "You guys!" He called out as he stopped in front of them. "Dragon Balls-"

"We know. Now, let us head back. Shall we?" Kikyo said simply with a smile. And then she began walking back, leaving Gohan and Dende to follow in her footsteps.

They arrived back to Moori's home. The seven Dragon Balls were on the ground, resonating with each other. And as the Dragon Balls resonated, Kikyo felt the aura grow stronger from them.

"Arise, Porunga!" The elder commanded as he placed his hand out over the Dragon Balls.

The light from the Dragon Balls began to fluctuate, the skies began to darken considerably. This transition made Kikyo become more tense. And even though she did not show it; she felt that way. As all this happened, an enormous thunderbolt ignited from the Dragon Balls that reached to the skies. The light revealed an enormous Dragon with red gleaming eyes.

Kikyo with her eyes narrowed, took in the sight of its monstrous form. Its sheer size seemed to cover the skies that surrounded it.

"How could... Such a thing exist?" She thought belatedly to herself.

"Why have you summoned me? You have three wishes. State your wishes now, and I shall grant them," The Dragon said with its deepened voice; that had seemed to echo for miles.

She turned to look at Gohan; who was beside her, his eyes were full of wonder. Then the elder turned to his gaze towards Dende. "Dende?"

Dende stared attentively at Moori. "Yes elder?"

"Would you mind making the wish for your friend?" He asked with a smile.

The younger Namekian nodded eagerly, "I'll be happy to do it," After saying so, he stared determinedly towards the Dragon, and began to state the wish.

Porunga's eyes gleamed brightly for a second at such a request, "What you ask of me will take some time. But it shall be done."

The Dragon's roar resonated the skies limits, as his aura expanded from The dragon's body. And out of everyone who was there, Kikyo was the only one who could sense the true meaning of the dragon's aura. The aura that resonated from the dragon was not only powerful, but very tender. However, despite that, she still felt tense and uncertain. And she began to mentally ask herself; is this how fate shall be changed?

As she had watched this godly beast with her own two eyes, she had not realized the moments that had passed. While taking in all of this in, the time she took to do so seemed far too fleeting. That fleeting moment was as if time was not on her side. Just as water rushes downhill, time acts no differently in comparison. And once the waters of time have ceased to flow, one can only settle for the present.

After that said time, she realized the dragon's aura began to drop considerably. And its eyes no longer had a bright glow.

"Your wish has been granted. All those who were killed on earth have been restored. What is your second wish?"

That is when Bulma had jumped up and down out of excitement with Trunks. "Alright!" She whooped joyfully.

And also Gohan was of laughs and smiles, however there is still something he wanted to know. So he walked up to beside Dende.

"But wait, is my father Goku back too? Was he brought back?" He asked out of anticipation. And that is when Dende asked the Dragon in his own words whether the said man was brought back or not.

The Dragon's eyes glowed brightly for a split second. "It would seem that the one called Goku had died due to natural causes. And so, I cannot grant that wish."

It took a few moments for Gohan to register what was said. And in that moment of knowing that his father could not be brought back, his fists clenched. Many emotions were running through his mind. Emotions of grief and agony, and most of all; sorrow. And with that sorrow finally realized, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

"I guess there's not much to wish for now," It was just something that he was going to have to accept. Whether he embraced that fact or not.

"Uh... Well," Then he turned back to the others who were behind him, who are just as saddened.

"Does anyone else know of a good wish?" He asked everybody; with a sorrowful and distasteful voice.

With no one being able to decide, Dende decided to speak to the Dragon.

"Very well. I shall go now," The dragon roared in a blinding flash of light, causing the onlookers to shield their eyes with their hands. And in that blinding flash of light, the Dragon Balls dispersed to various locations again.

If this was how reality is thus changed, then she would only be able to settle for the present, and wait for what was to come.

Knowing that the earth was restored to its former glory, did make the half Saiyan happy. And yet, knowing that he could not have the world he once had, still did not make it any better. He stood at the entrance towards the ship, with a lament and silent exterior during the whole time along with Bulma, Trunks, and Kikyo. And despite that, he tried his best not to show it with his usual cheery smiles.

While waiting for departure, Kikyo knew those smiles. She could just tell from his smile that it was nothing more than a façade. She knew that he was hurting inside. And while standing beside him, she took his hand in hers, and gave his hand a light squeeze. He squeezed back.

"Goodbye, Gohan." Dende said standing before them, with a semi-downed tone.

As Moori watched Dende say goodbye to his friend once again, he knew of Dende's desire to see Gohan again, ever since him and his people relocated to a new planet. That's when he decided to get a feel for this situation, and took it into account.

"Ms. Bulma?"

The brilliant blue haired woman focused her attention on him, while having her eyes laced with inquiry. "Yes. What is it, Moori?"

"In the event of everything that has happened today, can you grant me one request?"

Bulma blinked for a few moments adhering to what he said. "What kind of request?" She inquired.

"You see... Ever since we found a new planet to live on, Dende has never stopped talking of Gohan ever since. And he talked about all the adventures you have been on together. So I was thinking... Will you please take Dende along with you on your journey back home?" He asked kindly.

The young Namek was shocked at the elder's words along with everyone else. "B-but elder!"

The elder smiled back at the young Namekian's shocked expression, And he placed his hands on the young Namekian's shoulders. "Do not worry my child, for I now know that this is probably the best thing for you. Go with them, and learn about their world. Be strong Dende."

Bulma nodded shortly afterward with a gleeful smile as well. "I don't see why not! Well alright then! We promise to take good care of him!" She exclaimed happily.

Moori looked at Dende one last time, with a brightened and colorful smile. "Well, that's your cue my boy. Go on Dende," He goaded happily.

Dende face contorted from shock to excitement, and he had run over next to Gohan. "Now we get to see each other every day!" He exclaimed as he laughed excitedly.

Upon hearing that, Gohan's face brightened somewhat. He was delighted to have his old friend Dende come back with him to earth. The thought of it kind of lightened the burden of the fact that his father could not be brought back.

The half Saiyan nodded with the same fever as his friend, and grinned. "Yeah! This is great!"

Throughout all of this, Trunks became just as excited. "I guess it's unanimous then!"

"Goodbye everybody! And thank you!" Bulma waved enthusiastically. And as she turned to the rest of the passengers, "Well, I suppose it's time we should get going."

After all that was said and done, they walked inside the ship with the door closing on the way in, and departed from Namek.

Once in space, Kikyo entered one of the sleeping compartments and saw Gohan as he stared out through the thickened glass of the window that was of the spaceship. He had not spoken so much as a word, since the departure from Namek. He just simply walked to one of sleeping compartments silently, averting all attention from himself, and had been by himself ever since then.

In a way, she had always known that he was hoping to bring back the world he had; he was hoping that this venture would bring back the world he once knew. Only in the end, to face the harsh light of reality.

She crept up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his middle And rested her head on his broad back. In turn she heard him sigh, and felt his muscles relax.

She could not stand for him to go through such pain, while watching him with the same doleful expression, as she caught sight of his reflection in the glass of the window. Then she noticed his lips curved up slightly, into a small half-smile. A smile that was not a façade to her eyes, but rather; of something else.

"Don't worry, I'm all right." He said, still staring towards the window. "I kind of always knew that my dad couldn't be brought back. All this time I just wanted to escape the truth," then he turned towards her with the same smile.

"So what now? What do you do when you know these things? When you know... that some fate cannot be changed?" She asked of him softly with her eyebrows knitted upwards.

"Ever since I was a child, I never wanted to believe that my dad was actually gone. But this has made me see things differently now. The truth is... My dad will never appear in this life again. I cried a whole bunch of times before for everything that has happened in the past. But I'm done crying now," he said out of resolve.

"Because... I know he's watching over me, and everyone else. And I realize I only have what's ahead of me now. My family, my friends, and then there is you," he concluded his own resolve with an adamant sincere smile as he made his way over to the bed and sat down. This made Kikyo smile slightly at him as she took her place on his lap.

"Good man," she said softly before wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him a soft kiss. Then she entangled her fingers in his short black hair, and softly stroked her hand down his cheek affectionately.

"You have been strong long enough, Gohan Son. I'm going to help you now. And in the meantime, you are going to stop torturing yourself," she continued soothingly, while stroking the back of his head.

He placed his hand over hers, that was brushed lightly against his cheek, while combing his hand through her hair. "Are you sure about that?" He asked teasingly.

She chuckled at his teasing and positive demeanor. "It's an order," she replied back with the same teasing smile. He then pulled her in for another kiss, with his arms wrapped around her.

We cling to what is gone, and sometimes facing the truth brings pain. However, those who are willing to look past the pain; overcome it. And accepting reality for what it is, will only bring the resolve one needs to pursue their own future. In the end, the wheel of destiny continues ever in motion... Eternal...

To be concluded...

Author's notes:

I know Gohan seemed like a whiny sap in this chapter, but my mind did not want to convey his characterization any differently. I see him as the emotional kind... And as for Kikyo, I tend to think she likes to contemplate lots during dramatic situations.

And here is a special thanks for the development of this story to:

Cr3at1v3M1nd25

SSJ5-Gohan

draconous

ArmyWife22079

hieimasteroflight

Vegito the everlasting warrior

Montastic

Anyways, to all who have read this, and supported me on this, have a Merry Christmas and a happy new year! You have all been fantastic! ^-^

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