Chapter 3

Turles made his way along the long blood red carpet and entered the outer private chamber of his employer. The room was large in dimensions and rich in decorations. The walls were encrusted with solid gold decorations. Gems and so forth hung the ceilings in intricate patterns and sculptures. One massive red velvet and ivory couch sat at the centre of the room. On top of it was parched a figure clad in crimson red robes. At Turles approach the figure lifted his blond haired head and gazed across to him with cool, cold, cruel blue eyes. Turles promptly went down on his knees and bowed his head deeply.

'Get up.' Said the young man who looked no more that twenty. But like Trunks his twenty looking face had seen the passing of many, many more years. 'Tell me Turles can you break a soul bond between two Saiyains?'

'No.' said Turles, 'A soul bond is the deepest bond linking two people, Saiyain or not. It cannot be broken.'

'Do people not say that about the bond you broke in order to get your mate?' wondered the figure.

Turles shook his head and a look of pain passed over his face, 'I did not break the bond Lord Daemon, I substituted memories. I dampened the effects of the bond but I did not break it.'

'But she loves you, does she not?' demanded Daemon.

'Yes.' Admitted Turles. Daemon exhaled sharply and looked away, 'My lord have you had your heart stolen by a Saiyain.'

Daemon laughed a cold, uncontrolled laugh, 'She has stolen more than my heart Turles. She has stolen my soul, the little witch. But her own heart, her own soul she has saved for someone else.' The laughter abruptly cut off. 'Enough about that. I want you to prepare me a portion so I can travel to the netherworld.' Turles raised his head to protest, to point out the dangerous, but Daemon cut him off with a hand gesture, 'I know the dangerous. I know the risks so just get to work.' Turles nodded and retreated.

As soon as Goma teleported herself into the cave Trunks was in her face. Although he didn't say anything he looked her up and down intently, as if to make sure that she was injured or anything like that. Than he snorted and retreated. Goma looked around the cave with appraising eyes. Zarbon had found a nice, dry corner and was meditating there. Goten was sitting near the stone where Bra's body lay. His back pressed against the stone, his face buried in his knees. Trunks was standing with his back to her again, his hands braced against her wall. Goma rolled her eyes as if she was going to be driven from him after he admitted to loving her. Mainlanders are there any creatures more moronic. Goma looked around for a comfortable place to lie down. Her eyes rested on a thick bed of moss. She took two steps towards it before thinking that Goten and Bra probably used it as well. So she just sat down against the wall. Made herself comfortable and than said evenly, 'I am ready.' Trunks turned around to look at her. Goma smiled at him and took a small sip of a glass vile, filled with a purple liquid. Almost immediately a lemon yellow energy began to circle her. With her eyes drooping closed she said to Trunks a touch maliciously, 'By the way hybrid, I am not a warrior so I my warrior's oath can't bind me.' A sharp cry erupted from Trunks as her body fell limply to one side, only saved from hitting the ground by Trunks' agility.

She walked along the long marble corridor pausing in front of the huge black door that led to the netherworld. An involuntary shudder went through her body. She didn't really want to go to the netherworld. Goma continued on her way towards the jewel incrusted gold door that was at the end of the white marble passage. As soon as she stood before it the wide door slid open and Goma stepped into a room curved out of a huge solid diamond.

It was bright in there, bright and cold. Goma powered up to keep herself warm as up to small pool filled with crystal clear water at the centre of the room. She kneeled next to it and said as humble as possible, 'O great Oracle who see things that other's don't please tell me what curse is afflicting the strong, weird haired, bunny rabbit cute Prince of the Saiyains.'

The water in the pool began to bubble and gashed up. When the curtain of water subsided, a blind woman with chocolate coloured skin, white frozen hair stood before her in a flowing white dress. She said in a soft, authoritative voice, 'The curse was not meant for the son. The curse will not harm. The curse will only lock the things that would otherwise be his. The curse has been shared. The curse will remain the curse.'

Goma stared at her blankly for a minute, before saying, 'You do know that you made absolutely no sense.'

'I am an oracle I am not suppose to make sense.' Said the woman.

'What it's written in stone some where?' demanded Goma.

'As a matter of fact it is.' Said the woman as a huge stone landed next to Goma.

She walked over to the stone and read out aloud, 'Rules of being an oracle. Rule 1. Oracle must never make sense.' Goma rolled her eyes, 'That figures.' Than she sighed, 'I don't suppose me threatening to send a stern letter to the Oracle complaint bureau will help to get a straight answer out of you?' she asked meekly.

'By the time your complaint get processed I'll be dead.' The stern face of the oracle parted into a smile, 'Don't you just love bureaucracy?'

'O yeah, I just adore it.' Said Goma sarcastically, 'Well I guess there is no avoiding the netherworld, now.'

Turles watched impassively as Daemon emptied the potion vile into a crystal goblet. He tried out of long ingrained caution to try and warn Daemon again of the dangerous. Daemon waved him into silence again. Not that he cared whether Daemon lived or died, but, as Turles flicked his eyes across the room to take in some of the mindlessly, loyal body guards of Daemon, he just wanted to make sure no one could blame him if anything went wrong. After all, as powerful as he was even he could not take on the royal guards, especially since they were all mindless Freezas.

The breath left Goma's body. Her heart slowed to a stop. Her body became light as the soul left it. It was began to glow cold as Trunks' mind began to shut down to all things around him but the dying body that he held in his arms.

The cries and screams of dying individual reached the witches ears as see rocked back and forth gathering her energy. The screams were coming closer. She knew it would not be long before the Saiyains found her. But what happened to her did not matter as long as she had time enough to complete the spell. As long as she made Vegeta and his to lackeys pay for what they were doing to her race. She closed her eyes and started putting her life force into the spell, how could those Saiyains do it? How could they bring doom to race of fellow were-beings? After all the Cilirian's are were-bears.

It did not matter now, anyway. The power began to emanate from the wise old witch, 'Nothing matters more to a Saiyain but power.' She said in an aged voice, 'So let that be what is effected by my curse. Let the Saiyain's who even know are killing my people feel the stigma they attach to the weak. When the time is right, in the midst of a great battle let their power leave them. Let them be as helpless against their enemies as we are against them now.' A bright flash filled the space around her as the energy left her body and she was no more.

'Well' thought Goma, as she watched the scene play out in front of her, 'That explains the origin of the curse but how did Trunks end up getting it?'

The woman was beautiful. But her face was marred with a sadness that took of much of the lustre from her being. But Radditz still liked her, he told her as much. He more than liked her and she knew that. She sighed as she sat up on the bed and turned to watch him sleep. She sat there thinking intently. Than resolve surfaced on her face, 'I can't let you die.' She said softly, grateful that Radditz was unlikely to wake up no matter how much noise she made, 'But I can't lift the spell without killing myself. I do not want to die, not while my child, our child resides within my womb. But I can shift it. I can shift it and compress it. I can shift your curse, Nappa's curse and Vegeta's curse all to Vegeta's first born and that is what I'll do.' She laid a gentle hand on Radditz's shoulder as her eyes rolled back into her head, 'If the Prince has a son he will be powerful. For that is what has been foretold, for that is what has been foreseen. But let the curse that now plagues the Saiyains Radditz, Nappa and Vegeta himself be shifted onto the Prince's firstborn, the Prince's son. Let him never know the true extent of his power. Let him never know his true destiny. Let him die before the eyes of the Prince slowly and painfully. Let him suffer the way his father has made us suffer.'

Goma's shook her head gently, there is nothing more dangerous than the scorn of a witch. She sighed and looked at her hourglass. She found out what she wanted to, with plenty of time to spare. It was time to leave. Than something spoke into her mind, 'A but there is one more thing you need to see, you need to know.'

She stared for one intent moment at the vile of blue liquid that sat snugly on her palm. It would increase her power, decrease her life. She would die if she took it. But she would have enough power do one incredible powerful spell. Leena reflected for a moment on the pros and cons of dying early. 'Feh,' thought she after a moment, 'Who wants to die and old woman, neglected and alone anyway?' she took opened the vile and slowly raised it to her lips.

'Em, Vegeta is that normal?' asked Goku as he pointed out the main view port of spacecraft at a slowly opening wormhole right in the path of the spacecraft.

Vegeta rushed over there, gaping in horror, 'Of course not you moron.' He barked at Goku as she began madly to push buttons.

A low chuckle filtered into Vegeta and Goku's mind. 'Calm down.' Said Leena's voice, 'I have created the wormhole. It will teleport you to earth in under an hour.'

'T-thank you.' Goku stammered out.

'Don't mention it.' Said Leena as their spacecraft go sucked into the wormhole.

The fire crackled and burnt. It would last another hour. But no one was there to appreciate its warmth. The flames danced wildly, casting shifting shadows on the once warm, living body of a magic user by the name of Leena, one of the last Cilirians. Who, unlike the other survivors, bore no ill will towards Vegeta. But than again she did possessed the rare ability to see the soul of an individual.

'Goten fusion, now.' Yelled little Trunks as he and Goten began to do the fusion dance.

Goma watched the two combine into one. Share each other's souls, each other's mind, each others body, share Trunks' curse. Goma grimaced as she watched them separate, and stop sharing each other's soul, each other's mind, each others body but continue sharing Trunks' curse. She shook her head. Trunks was not going to like this. Thinking she was finished she turned to leave. But the door melted as she reached for it and Goma found herself in yet another past event.

Large tanks filled with liquid lined the walls of the small dimly let room. The tanks themselves gave of enough light themselves to allow the onlookers to see the creatures inside them. They were all the same, they were all Freezas. The light on top of one tank switched from red to green. The tank began to drain. Soon the glass lid slid open and a clumsy new born but mature bodied Freeza stepped out. He looked around the room with wonder filled eyes. Slowly a door slid open and three figures stepped in. One was a green biped frog sort of creature with a large hump on his back. He was the last to enter the room and from his humble stance was the one with the least, if any, authority. The one female in the group Goma recognised as the necromancer from heaven's platform. But the figure that she was most interested in was a six feet tall male with golden hair and crystal blue eyes.

'Daemon.' She hissed out.

'Hello Freeza.' Greeted Daemon, 'How good to see you?'

'Who are you?' demanded Freeza.

'A friend, an ally.' Said Daemon, 'This is Peaya.' Said he as the girl nodded her head. 'She shares in your wish of obliterating the Saiyain who now reside on Earth.'

Freeza's pink eyes narrowed, 'How could you possible know what I wish for?' he asked in a calm deadly tone.

Daemon smile, 'You are not in my league Freeza, so do not bother taking that I-am-the-most-powerful tone with me.' His own tone deadly, 'As far as how I know what you wish for, well let's just say that I tend to know things, and as I know them I can help with them.'

'Help how?' demanded Freeza.

'Later, later.' he said with a smile, 'Right now I bet you want to taste your first meal.' Freeza was about to reply in the negative but his stomach rumbled and he had no choice but to follow Peaya out when she motioned him to do so. Daemon watched them exit and waited till both were out of earshot before turning to the creature next to him and saying, 'Fit the other's with mind control chips, programmed to obey me. Programmed to guard and protect me at all costs.'

'I understand.' Said the scientist and hurried out of the room to carry out his task.

Goma turned away from the scene trying to work out the repercussions of what she had seen and came face to face with, 'Daemon.' She all but screamed.

Trunks looked at his watch with dread filled eyes. Just one minute left. Freaking hell, why did she have to be so uncaring about her personal safety. 'Goma, ' he yelled as he shook her body. Nothing. Trunks laid her body down comfortable and began to perform CPR. He was not sure if it would help but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. Than suddenly her eyes flung open as her lips began to quiver in terror. Trunks felt for a pulse, there was none. Her body was still dead. He wondered what could be so horrible that fear would be reflected even in a soul less body.

'Daemon.' She hissed out as she took several involuntary steps to try and put as much distance between her and him. Unfortunately, they where now standing on a narrow high plateau, which meant that even while she stood on the edge Daemon was all to close.

He smiled a particularly evil smile as he deliberately closed the gap between them, 'So nice of you to remember me, Goma.'

'How could I forget?' she tried desperately to sound confidant and in control.

Daemon, nodded, 'True. It is said that one never forgets the first person they fall in love with.'

Goma narrowed her eyes and retorted, 'Or their first mistake.'

'A mistake, is that what I am?' demanded Daemon.

'Indeed,' she said with all the courage that she could master, 'a cosmic mistake with whom I mistakenly believed I was in love with.' In one shift move Daemon was right in front of her.

She gasped and stepped back, nearly falling of the edge but Daemon caught her and brought her against him. She struggled to get free but Daemon easily controlled them, 'I think you still are in love with me.' He said coolly, confidently.

'Kiss my furry tailed butt.' Said Goma, 'I would rather be bounded to a pig.'

Daemon's eyes narrowed to near slits, 'Who is he?' he demanded. Goma continued to struggle. Daemon looked into her dark, dark eyes and saw the concerned Trunks bending over her cold, cold body. 'The little Saiyain Prince.' he said with a smile, 'You could do far better than an kingdom less vagabond of a Prince you know.' He said as he looked down at her.

'Even if he was a weak, ugly pauper I would much prefer him than a honour less creature whose sand of time has run out.' So saying she smashed Daemon's hourglass. Daemon abruptly let her go as he willed an exit to appear. Goma too wasted no time to get to an exit and leave the netherworld and escape the clutches of Daemon.

Daemon jerked out of the dead state to find Turles hovering around him in concern. Ignoring his question Daemon slipped into his own thoughts as he said softly, 'Cleaver, cleaver little witch. We will see how you fare when my dear friend Freeza rips your Prince into shreds.'

Goma came out of the clinically dead status gasping for breath. Trunks moved a way to give her room. Unconsciously slipping into non-caring mode externally. Internally he felt a relief that he could not compare. Internally he thanked Kami with all his heart and soul.

With Daemon clearly not in need of his assistance any longer, Turles slowly made his way back towards his quarters. He wondered absently if any of the special "memories" he designed for Bulma had kicked in or not. After all, she had been in her lab for a while now. It was than that he heard Bulma scream. All conscious thought vanishing from him Turles ran towards her lab as fast as his legs would carry.

Bulma was feeling very, very tired. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Yawning loudly she pushed aside the project that she had began. A tool dropped to the floor with a loud clink. Bulma bent down to pick it up. As she was doing so something caught her eyes. She reached underneath the table and pulled out a screwdriver. The driver had dried blood on it. Wondering how that got there, Bulma gently laid a finger on the rusty red smear. Suddenly a sharp pain went through her mind.

The screwdriver fell on the floor with a thud as she clutched her head and saw two dark eyes, set in a face obscured by shadow, crowned with jet black flame shaped hair. 'Vegeta no.' she heard herself scream out in a tone dripping with fear.

A hand shot out and gripped her throat and pulled her roughly to her feet. The black, black eyes stared at her fixedly than the awful voice spoke and chills ran down her spine, 'You know what I love about the female body, anything can go in.'

Bulma screamed as she let go of her head and ran blindly out of the room. She had not gone far when she hit something solid. She shrieked and fell backwards but was caught by Turles. 'What, what is the matter?' he demanded urgently. Bulma only threw herself in his arms and began to cry uncontrollably, 'You had a flash back?' he asked in a gentle voice. She nodded. 'I was afraid that you would. O Bulma I am sorry, so sorry.' He said even as his lips lifted in a faint smile. Everything was going according to plan. Soon Bulma would hate the Prince so much that even if the unthinkable happened and he found them. Bulma would want nothing to do with him.

'Are you alright?' asked Zarbon as he helped Goma up.

'Yes, I am fine.' She assured him with a smile. Than she turned to Trunks and the smile vanished, 'The curse you have prevents you from reaching your full power potential. I can not lift it just yet.' Than she added hesitantly, 'Goten shares in your curse to an extent as well.'

'What?' Trunks howled.

'He got cursed when the two of you fused. But because you are the source, lifting it from you will free him, as well.' Goma finished a little lamely.

Trunks ventured a glance towards Goten. He looked into his cool blue eyes and smiled, 'See Trunks we are not suffering because of you.'

'I don't know about that.' Said Trunks quietly, 'Had you had access to your full power, perhaps you would have been able to defect Freeza and none of this would have happened.'

Goma shook her head, 'We can be born with all the power in the universe that it would not matter one bit if you did not train to unleash it. What power we have to use depends on our training, our experience, our pain not necessarily what power potential we have.' Goma looked Trunks in the eye, 'Just because you would have had the potential to reach Super Saiyain level seven does not mean you would have. After all you are a hybrid.'

Trunks blinked, 'Super Saiyain level seven?'

Goma nodded, 'You did know that there is the a super Saiyain level for each year the mood used to be absent from Vegitasei and the that the last level, level seven, marked the year the moon arrived?' Trunks stared at her blankly, Goma sighed, 'Well there is. Six levels marking each year the moon is away and one level for the year the moon is present.' suddenly her eyes looked through Trunks as it focused on something not visible to any of the others, 'At the seventh level the Saiyain warrior becomes … something else. At that level not only does the hair, tail and eye of the warrior alters in appearance but the warriors skin itself gets suffused with KI and living energy and becomes over laid with a gold metal armour. At that level the warrior has the capability of killing immortals.' Her eyes focused back on the blinking Trunks, 'But it could just all be a myth, who knows.'

Trunks opened his mouth to speak, but something tripped his KI senses and he whipped his head upwards that he turned to Zarbon and Goten, 'Come on, we are needed elsewhere. Since Goma's not up for much else she can guard Bra's body.'

'Thanks.' Said Goma but did not protest any further, she really was not up for much else. But just as Trunks was about to leave she remembered something, 'But wait. Whatever you do don't destroy the zombie bodies.'

'You could teach us the stun thing.' Zarbon prompted.

Goma shook her head, 'Wouldn't do any good. It only works once.'

Trunks sighed, 'That figures. Life is never simple.'

Goten passed by Goma and whispered, 'We'll be careful not to harm the bodies and I'll make sure that nothing happens to Trunks.'

'As will I.' Thought Zarbon as he headed out the door.

Pan stirred awake and immediately wished that she was still unconscious. Pain, intense pain raked through her body, pain raked through her soul. She tried not to scream but failed. She screamed out as tears flooded her eyes. Her screams awoke Uubu. He dragged himself to her, 'Pan are you okay?' he demanded.

Pan looked at him with pain laced eyes and yelled, 'What do you think? What were you thinking jumping of Heavens platform when that…that thing drained us and didn't even leave enough KI for us to fly?'

Uubu pulled a face, that wished he hadn't, 'Sorry, stupid question.' He acknowledged, 'Though I do have something to say in my defence. Had I not done what I did we would be dead right now.'

'Right now I wish I was dead.' Pan barked back.

'Well what are you complaining about your Saiyain healing system should have you up and running in no time.' Uubu pointed out.

Pan whimpered as she nodded her head for pain accompanied all her movements. Unable to stay awake any longer Pan slipped into a deep state of slumber. Uubu sighed and settled himself back against the wall of the large tree Pan lay under. It was a spot a bit more exposed than he would have liked it to be. But he needed to conserve his strength. He needed to make sure he was strong enough to fight if anybody tried to harm Pan. He looked at her sleeping form and a twig of pain went through his heart as she recalled the painful moment just after they hit the ground when she had whispered something that sounded like Trunks name. He sighed again, 'Don't worry Pan. You may not love me but I do love you and always will.' He thought as he watched Pan sleep, 'I will not let anything happen to you. I promise.'

Turles led Bulma to their bed and laid her down. She was whimpered and grabbed his hand, 'Please don't leave me.' She begged.

'I won't.' whispered Turles as he laid himself next to her. Folding his arms around her he pulled her in tight and waited for the next "memory" to kick in.

Cold, she was cold. But than she was naked. She was naked and lying in something wet. She slowly pushed her aching body up to a sitting position. Her vision was blurry but still she could make out the blood all around her legs. Footsteps. Coming from behind her. Suddenly she felt something connect with painful force against her back. She went flying into the nearest wall. Her body slumped to the base of it as she heard a terrible, terrible voice say, 'Ready to play some more.'

'Vegeta.' Screamed Bulma as she clung to Turles even more.

Turles wrapped his arms more possessively around her and said with genuine grief, 'I am sorry you have to go through this but it can't be helped. Some memories will exist.' He added in his mind, 'And to counter what real memory you that might have survived you must experience the ones I create.'

It was a sight no one ever thought they would see. Gohan KI blasting a small child to oblivion and laugh like a mad, evil comic book villain. It was a sight the made Goten's stomach turn. He could not believe that his older brother could do that. Landing between him and his next victim Goten screamed, 'Gohan, what do you think your doing?'

Gohan looked at his brother with cold dead eyes and smiled a singularly unpleasant smile. 'What Saiyains are supposed to do brother. Kill.'

Goten winced but countered, 'Who said the Saiyains are suppose to kill? I just met a full-blooded Saiyain who wouldn't even harm a fly.'

Gohan chuckled, 'Don't tell me someone else who hit their head as a child.'

'No.' retorted Goten, 'Her memory is fully intact, but you seem to have forget yourself.'

Goten raised an eyebrow, 'Forget myself? On the contrary I have finally found myself.' So saying Gohan threw a KI blast towards Goten. Goten dodged it. But soon found himself countering punches and kicks directed at him by a brother who took extreme care when they used spar as not to hurt him. But now, every kick seemed intended to take his head off. Every punch seemed intended to push every last ounce of air out of his lungs. As if Gohan could read his mind he said, 'They are little brother. You die today.'

She still remembered the day Trunks first pulled away from her. It hurt. Her soul had been aching for his touch and he had pulled away, with that cold, cold look in his eyes. That look that he only ever used towards his enemies. With only his eyes he had torn her still beating heart out of her chest and threw it in the gutter like a piece of trash. But that had been only the beginning. Slowly but surely Trunks had led her to the knowledge that he was no longer in love with her. Even went so far as to make her think that all those times that she had believed that Trunks loved her as much as she loved him were false, just fragments of her imagination.

Desperate to make Trunks jealous, make Trunks notice her again. Marron had flung herself into the arms of any man who would have her. That given her looks were indeed great in volume. At one point she had gone so far as to seduce Goten. Which would have worked if Goten did not go to extreme pains to keep that fact from Trunks. Marron herself was so ashamed that she had stooped so low that she did not pursue the incident any further. But by that point she decided that she was too messed up for… anything. So she left. Did some thinking, did a lot of thinking and decided that if Trunks did not want her than she did not want him. She came back, met a nice guy married him and believed herself whole and truly over Trunks.

She was wrong. Her marriage was a sham. She didn't love her husband. She could never love anybody but Trunks. She knew that and as she watched Trunks' relationships collapse one after another she thought that he must still love her. Especially when Goten got married to Bra. But still he pulled away. Still he hurt her.

Screams and cries filled the air as another building was reduced to rubble by the blue eyed female. Children scurried away with fear pasted on their faces. Marron raised a hand and blasted them all to the next dimension. She picked up the grief stricken cries of one of their mother. A faint smile curved up her lips. Finally the world would experience the pain he made her endure. 'Marron!' Cried out Trunks. She raised her eyes to gaze at the purple haired warrior. To speak of the devil.

Goma sat down next to the stone on which Bra lay. She sat without making a noise for several minutes. But than she spoke up, 'I know you are there so you might as well come out.'

The shadows shifted and a black haired girl stepped out. The girl and Goma studied each other for one long moment. When girl said in a soft, soft voice, 'And who may I have the pleasure of meeting?'

Goma got to her feet and bowed her head slightly, 'Goma the Princess of the Saiyain islanders and you.'

'Kiwi one of the last surviving Cilirian magic users.'

Marron watched expressionlessly as Trunks landed in front of her. Coming as close to begging as he ever got and asked her to stop this mindless destruction. She thought for a minute than looked Trunks straight in the eyes, 'No.' she said.

Trunks narrowed his eyes, 'Than I'll just make you.'

'Before you do that brat, mind telling us why you have to?' asked a familiar voice from behind him.

Trunks whipped around, and gasped out, 'Dad.'

Kiwi and Goma regarded each other for a moment before Goma broke the silence between them, 'So what do you want?'

'I was looking for my friend Marron.' She informed her, 'When I detected your power. It's been so long since I felt the aura of a fellow magic user that I decided that I should come and say hi.'

'O I see and the fact that your friend Marron is now a zombie has nothing to do with your visit to the only other witch that you can sense.'

Kiwi smiled, 'You are a cleaver one.' She acknowledged, 'Thought I did know the moment I saw you that you could not have done it. Saiyains, despite all their blood lust, make absolutely horrible necromancers. I wonder why?'

Goma shrugged, 'Who cares? The most important think is that it was not me. It was another Cilirian/Saiyain hybrid magic user by the name of Peaya.'

'Peaya,' murmured Kiwi, 'O yes I remember the little witch who was raised by Daemon.'

Goma blinked, 'Daemon raised Peaya? I didn't think Daemon had enough kindness in his heart to take in a poor orphan girl.'

Kiwi smile a hard edged sarcastic smile 'Yes, Daemon can be very kind if he believes that someone can be useful to him.'

Goma nodded her head in agreement than asked, 'So is that all?'

Kiwi nodded, 'For now anyway. I will see if I can locate Peaya and than we can see if we can help each other.' So saying she began to melt into the shadows. 'By the way, ' she added just as the last of her limbs was consumed by the shadow, 'you might want to keep our little meeting to yourself. Trunks is likely to be very confused if you mention me to him.'

'Do I dare ask?' asked Goma but Kiwi was no longer there to answer her questions. Sighing Goma sat back down and said conversationally to Bra, 'Well, princess it seems that your brothers life is far more interesting than I though it was. Feh, mainlanders they have all the fun.'

'Dad.' Said Trunks fighting a overwhelming urge to go hug him.

'We already covered that point brat.' Said Vegeta, 'What's going on?'

'I was about to return to Trunks the pain he gave me with interest.' Said Marron a murderous gleam in her eyes.

Trunks looked towards Goku, 'Goku you have to help Goten. He is fighting Gohan.'

'What?' Goku screamed utterly confused. But took to the air without a word.

'Brat?' demanded Vegeta again.

'I'll explain everything soon.' Said Trunks just as Marron directed a series of KI spheres at him. Trunks easily dodged or blocked them. But they were soon followed by other as a heated battle began.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he watched the do fight for a moment. Than he closed his and began to power up to Super Saiyain level four. As he did he held out his hand and began to charge up a KI sphere. When he finished charging, he also finished gathering energy for the sphere. Than with one smooth motion he threw the sphere at Marron. It connected solidly and she was knocked a kilometre away, 'You explain everything now.'

Trunks stared at his father's grime, stern face and said softly, 'Not here.' Charging up he headed back towards the location where Zarbon was supposed to be engaging Popo and Dende.

'Gohan.' Cried out Goku, 'What are you doing?' he demanded as he threw himself between him and Goten.

'What I should have done the day he was born.' Declared Gohan, murder in his eyes, 'He calls himself my brother and yet he allowed that bastard Trunks to toy with my little girl. He knew long before anyone else what was happening between Trunks and Pan and he could have stopped it from going any further, but he didn't.' screamed Gohan, 'Even when Trunks brought dishonour to my family he stood between me and Trunks, protecting Trunks. He is no brother of mine. He dies.' So Saying he threw a KI sphere at Goten past his father.

Goku held out a hand and batted it away from Goten, 'Gohan, this is not like you.'

'Of course it's not.' Said Goten from behind him, 'That witch stole his soul and is now controlling him.'

A low, mocking chuckle escaped Gohan's throats, 'No brother that witch is not controlling me per say. She has only brought out those parts of me that are normally overshadowed by my other side. I have wanted to make you pay for taking Trunks side over that of your own flesh and blood for a long, long time. But weak emotions like love have prevented me from doing so. No more, you pay.' He charged towards Goten again but Goku intercepted him and knocked him unconscious with one punch.

'What is going on?' he demanded of Goten.

Goten stared at the prone body of his brother and said, 'We have to leave him here. Come on we'll go get Zarbon and than I'll tell you everything.' There was a trace of something in his voice that Goku was not sure he liked.

Suddenly, alarm took him over, 'Is your mother alright?' he asked urgently.

'Yes,' said Goten flatly, 'but Bra isn't.' so saying he took to the air.

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