DBZ: Son Gohan & Son Gonyhe

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Where To Now?

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After the initial takeoff, - which were the longest five minutes of Gohan's life -, Gohan stood up and raced up to the top deck. Intent on knocking some sense into Vegeta for endangering not only Bulma's life, but Piccolo's and his sisters also. If Vegeta hadn't learnt by now that he was fiercely protective of Gonyhe, Gohan doubted he never would.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Gohan yelled, the words slipping out of his mouth faster than he could stop them.

From her place still tied in the chair, Bulma watched him wide eyed. No doubt thinking the same thing as Gohan was, what would his mother say if she heard her precious little boy talking like that? The frying pan wouldn't cover it.

Vegeta turned his steely glare on Gohan, and he felt his sudden braveness slipping away. "What?" Vegeta questioned dangerously.

Gohan gulped and clenched his hands into fists at his side, it was a futile attempt to stop them shaking uncontrollably. "Y-you heard me," Gohan said in a softer voice.

Both Vegeta and Gohan stayed staring at each other for a few more minutes, Vegeta glaring death beams at Gohan. Eventually Gohan had to break the staring competition, not because he was scared, - well maybe just a little - but because Bulma had started to make as much noise as she could muster when she was still gagged. Which surprisingly, was quite a lot of noise.

Gohan quickly untied Bulma, having to resort to using his energy to burn off some knots. Was Vegeta a scout at some point in his life? Gohan couldn't help but chuckle as an image of a Saiyan Scout Vegeta passed through his brain. He quickly disguised the laugh as a cough when Vegeta turned to glare at him again.

"Where are we going?" Gohan questioned, shifting Bulma behind him slightly so that if Vegeta tried an attack he'd take the brunt of it. Though he wasn't sure the ship could handle it if a colossal battle broke out between two powerful Saiyans.

"We need to refuel, there isn't enough fuel to make it back to earth. Seeing as your fuel tank is so primitive, we will have to install a whole new fuel tank. Perhaps even purchase a new ship," Vegeta explained angrily as he banged a fisted hand onto the control panel, which started beeping with warnings.

"Piece of junk!" He muttered angrily.

Gohan saw Bulma open her mouth out of the corner of his eye, more than likely to reply with a snide comment. So, as quickly as he could he scooped her up and rushed downstairs with her toward where the injured where lain out. Last thing he wanted right now was a migraine because two hot heads couldn't hold their tongue.

Bulma let out a huff as she was dumped unceremoniously on the tiled space crafts' floor. She was at the foot of Gonyhe's bed whilst Gohan was at his sisters side wiping her sweat away with a damp cloth. There was an infection in her cuts and she was starting to burn up and break out in cold sweats. Bulma could hear murmured words of comfort but couldn't quite make out what those words were.

Picking herself up off the ground she took a few steps toward Gonyhe's bedside just to see if she was welcome. Gohan's head snapped toward her and her breath caught in her throat, his gaze was intense but his eyes held a sort of softness. His message was clear even without words, 'Don't-hurt-her,'

Bulma nodded and instantly went to Gonyhe's side and began inspecting her various wounds. She inhaled sharp breaths and tutted once in a while when she saw a particularly nasty bruise or cut, but when she came across the punctured lung and the piece of bone that was sticking precariously out from the young child's chest, Bulma couldn't help but gasp and stumble backwards. Then the more mature side of her came over, the side that only came out in dire situations. She gulped but took a step forward, picking up her medical bag along the way.

"Gohan, I need you to hold Gonyhe down just now. I need to get an IV into her. We've not got a lot of morphine but she'll need that as well. She has an open fractured rib which has punctured her lung. We'll need to re-inflate it, and quickly. I've never seen anything like it. The ribs look like they've caved in. The fractures hit at such an angle that it one end of the bones went straight into the lung and pierced it whilst the other ends broke through the skin, creating an open fracture." Bulma said, righting down notes onto a notebook periodically.

Gohan mumbled his apologies before placing a two firm hands on his sister's shoulders to hold her down. It was widely known how their father hated needles so Bulma was right in thinking it better to hold down Gonyhe. The last thing she needed was a stressed out Saiyan, injured or not.

"How are you going to fix her rib?" Gohan mumbled worriedly.

Bulma raked a hand through her hair and sighed. "The way it's looking, the piece of rib that's punctured her lung has broken off. It's just there causing damage, it's not connected to anything. I might have to perform an operation, but I don't know if I have the equipment. Of course, the other option is to just pull the rib out and hope that it doesn't cause internal bleeding but even then I'll still have to patch up the hole the piece of rib bone created. So I'm leaning more toward opening her up. Gohan go to the cupboard at the end of the hall. There is a red cross on it, so you'll know what one to look in. There should be a first aid box. If I know my daddy he would of given Goku a lot of painkillers just in case. Maybe he put in some anaesthesia." Bulma shrugged.

Gohan nodded and was gone almost instantly.

Steadying her hand, Bulma grasped the pair of pliers more commonly used for ship repairs and snipped the straps of the armour. There was only the main chest plate to remove, but with the open fracture managing to piece the chest plate. Bulma wasn't sure how she was going to remove it, she was sure of one thing though, Saiyans had very strong bones and it took a lot of force to break it, never mind injure them this bad. She really didn't want to meet this Frieza.

There was a cry of pain from Gonyhe and no more than two seconds later, Gohan was in the room. Medical box in hand. He quickly handed Bulma the box, and rushed to his sisters side. Then looked back at Bulma for an explanation.

"I can't get her armour off," Bulma admitted.

Nodding Gohan took a step back from his sisters side and summoned up a small amount of energy in his finger. Straightening out his hand, he extended his finger, pointing it at the side of the armour and began the steady flow of ki.

Bulma winced, thinking the beam was going to cut right through the girl but was amazed at Gohan's level of self control. When did the cry-baby she met on Kame Island not that long ago mature to such a level that Bulma herself was starting to consider him an adult in a child's body?

When Bulma snapped out of her musings Gohan was just finishing up cutting down the other side of Gonyhe's armour with his energy. He went over and quickly lifted the top of the armour right off Gonyhe's chest. There was still armour on Gonyhe's back but that could be removed later, she was to critical to be moved now.

Gonyhe erupted into a fit of coughing, her face tensed up in agony as her broken ribs only magnified her pain. Bulma jumped into surgeon mode, grabbing various utensils from the numerous first aid kits and capsules she had lying around the room. It was a good thing she had convinced her father to allow her to take the hospital kit.

"Hold her down," Bulma commanded, her voice rough and shaky.

Gohan complied once again holding down his sister by the shoulders. "I don't have a lot of general anaesthetic left, it wont last long. So I'll have to hurry. I just need you to hold her down till I get the Cannula[1] in, then you can leave and check on Piccolo." Bulma explained, picking up the narrow piece of tube in one hand and a needle in the other.

Gohan nodded tight lipped, if he could take the place of his sister, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Bulma took a deep breath and quickly injected the needle into the vein on Gonyhe's hand, whilst Gohan did his best to detain Gonyhe. It was a Saiyan's natural instinct to retaliate at whatever caused them pain. Bulma quickly attached the Cannula to the needle and then attached that to the General Anaesthetic she needed to perform this operation.

It was a mere ten seconds later when Gonyhe went limp under Gohan's hands. At first he panicked, almost hyperventilating thinking his sister could possibly be dead, but she was still breathing so it was ok. Bulma glanced at Gohan and he took this as his cue to leave, quickly excusing himself but not before glancing back worriedly at his sister.

"Ok, now where to begin," Bulma murmured as she picked up a pair of scissors and began to snip away the spandex surrounding Gonyhe's injuries.

-Son Gohan & Son Gonyhe-

"Vegeta, we need to get help for Gonyhe and Piccolo and you really should let Bulma look at your leg. What if we run into someone we have to fight I'm the only one who is in any position to fight. Piccolo's ready to drop dead if we don't get him some help and Gonyhe's not much better. Your leg is smashed to pieces." Gohan protested as he hovered in the air with his aura in full blow.

After taking off, Vegeta had found out the use for the 'piece of junk' in the middle of the room. It was a gravity chamber. He had first wrapped his leg up in every bandage material he could find and had taken to keeping it elevated. So, in Vegeta-like-fashion, he had instantly started training at twenty times that of Earth's natural gravity, Gohan had trained his body for a few hours before retiring to train his mind. That of course required him to bring up his aura as Vegeta had fiddled with the controls every few hours and Gohan had finally tired of readjusting to new gravity every hour or so.

"What are you, my mother! It will heal! I am a Saiyan! One of the greatest races to ever grace the galaxy! A mere broken leg will not slow me down! Leave me brat or suffer the consequences!" Vegeta snarled.

Gohan rolled his eyes, this was the eleventh time Vegeta had given that speech since boarding the shuttle and it was getting real old, real fast. "Fine then! Be like that but at least tell me why aren't we just going to earth, we should have enough fuel. Dr. Briefs would have made sure and I'm pretty sure another planet would have given us fuel if we asked nicely. So what's the real reason?" Gohan inquired.

It was then that an explosion rocked the ship, not coming from inside the ship, but from outside it. Vegeta muttered a string of obscenities under his breath before rushing over to the control panel and typing in furiously, maybe using a little more pressure than what was needed. Then a smug smile spread across his face and he started talking to himself. "Well, I'll be. One way or another Kakarot defeated Frieza. The planet's blew, Frieza's gone." Of course this was meant just for himself but Gohan heard it.

Vegeta whirled round and narrowed his eyes at Gohan, before smirking rather smugly. "Change of plans. We're going to destroy Frieza's army. Without him there to rule over it, they'll be mass chaos and I, personally, don't have the time to deal with a universal revolt," Vegeta explained casually, it was as if he were planning a daily outing, not a universal take over.

Gohan wasn't listening, how could he. His father, his idol, the man he looked up to, was dead.

"O-oh. Ok. At least let Bulma fix your leg first. If you're going to fight you need to be fully healed," Gohan replied in a monotone. He was numb. His father was gone.

Gohan could feel hot tears prickling at the corner of his eyes but he quickly brushed them away, Vegeta would scold him for showing weakness. Also, in some ways he thought if he never cried then it wouldn't happen. His dad wouldn't be dead. It was amazing what people did when they were grieving.

"Boy! Boy!" Vegeta's voice brought him out of his distracted state, but he was still numb.

"Shout on me when we get there," Gohan said emotionlessly before disappearing onto the lower deck. Vegeta's eyes burning circles in his back as he did so.

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An explosion once more rocked the ship, but this one was more violent than the simple shockwaves bouncing off the exploding Planet Namek. Gohan jerked awake, almost falling off the bed in the process. He quickly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to remember exactly when he'd fell asleep. He couldn't even remember, last thing he knew he was at Gonyhe's beside, then he was having horrible dreams of his newly deceased father.

He came to the conclusion that Bulma must have taken him to his room, though it was beyond him how exactly she managed it. He was heavy for a small child, with all the muscle he had gained during his training.

Yet another explosion rocked the ship just as Gohan swung his legs over the bed to stand up. He fell to his knees, trying to stand back up on two feet as the ship threatened to come apart at the seams. He was scared. If the ship blew up, they'd either die in the process, or if they survived they would suffocate in the airless void of space.

"Damn you Cooler!" Gohan's sensitive hearing picked up Vegeta's ranting.

'Cooler?' Gohan questioned. Who the hell was Cooler?

When the shaking died down a notch, Gohan quickly leapt to his feet and made a beeline for the door. Although something stopped him before he got to the door. His feet tangled in something and he slammed his face off the ground. Grumbling slightly he looked down toward his leg and began to unwind some orange material from around his legs.

Gohan's eyes instantly perked up as he realised this was his father's gi. Torn, sweaty and bloody but his father's none-the-less. Gohan lifted it up to examine it and breathed in his father's sweaty, woodsy scent. Anything to hold on to his father's memory.

Then something small fell out of his father's gi. Something so small that it barely made a sound as it clattered to the ground, but to a Saiyan's sensitive hearing, Gohan could hear it. Looking down curiously, he picked up the item and instantly gave a huge whoop of joy. It was a senzu bean. Discarding the gi for now, Gohan leapt up and raced through the hall's toward Gonyhe's room, where he found Bulma strapping her in.

"Bulma! Bulma! Look what I found! Look! Look! It's a senzu!" Gohan yelled happily, waving the lifesaving seed in the air.

Bulma practically jumped two feet into the air, before taking a calming breath. She quickly spun round and grinned excitedly as she spotted the senzu bean. Then her face fell. "Kiddo, is there any other beans lying around?" She questioned hopefully.

Gohan's face also fell as he realised they needed two, maybe three senzu beans as they had two critically injured people on board and one injured person. He examined the bean in his thumb and forefinger, trying to mentally calculate just how the could split the bean with three people.

Wordlessly Gohan placed the bean in Bulma's hand as she chewed her lip thoughtfully. Trying to figure out if it was right to sacrifice one to save the other. Vegeta wasn't critical, so he would survive. It was just Gonyhe and Piccolo.

Bulma looked thoughtful for a second before she picked up a beaker and placed the bean in. Picking up a thick metal stick she began to mash the bean up until it was jus like green sawdust on the bottom of the beaker. Bulma then filled it up with the teeniest bit of water and mixed it once more. She continued to mix it until it turned into an unappetizing shade of green.

"There," She announced, placing the thick, metal stick down. "It's not as strong but it should heal Gonyhe and Piccolo and maybe even that maniac upstairs. It wont heal them fully, but I think it will give them more energy and speed up the healing process. Although, I can't be sure. I don't know how these beans work." She said thoughtfully.

Then she picked up two more beakers, splitting up the paste so that each had one third of the original level of paste.

"Here," She said, handing a beaker to Gohan. "Give it to Piccolo." Bulma shuddered as she said Piccolo's name. The image of Piccolo at the Martial Art's tournament still fresh in her mind.

Gohan nodded feverishly, but not before casting a worried glance back toward his sister. He was soon out of the room, leaving Bulma to tend to Gonyhe.

"Bottoms up kid," She mumbled, tipping Gonyhe's chin up and prying open her mouth with two fingers. Bulma wrinkled her nose as the smell of the makeshift medicine wafted to her. She quickly tipped the paste in and held Gonyhe's lips closed and then rubbed her throat watching with satisfaction as the paste slipped down. No matter how much Gonyhe struggled or tried to spit the paste back out, she couldn't. She wasn't strong enough to even break Bulma's hold.

A warmness spread over Gonyhe's body as the paste started to effect her. It wasn't like the warmness she felt when she allowed her aura to envelop her. It was different. For one that warmness only warmed her on the outside, but this new warmness warmed her all over, inside and out.

Gonyhe slipped into unconsciousness as the effects of the paste became more prominent. It was not known how long it would take for the bean to heal her. They were not dealing with their usual senzu bean here. It was diluted down.

"Piccolo's unconscious. I gave him the bean paste." Gohan said as he walked back into the room, stumbling as a shockwave rung out and another string of colourful curses floated from somewhere upstairs.

"What's happening up there," Bulma yelled, her knees giving way as she fell toward the ground.

"We're being attacked, that's what's happening! Damn him!" Came Vegeta's roars from the top deck.

"Guess we're being attacked," Bulma said slowly. Then she started to get hysterical. "AHHHH! We're being attacked!" Bulma hyperventilated.

Gohan sweat dropped, debating whether to knock her out or not. Sighing he quickly fazed out, reappearing on the top deck next to Vegeta who was still swearing furiously. "Does this piece of crap even have weapons?" He questioned no-one in particular.

"No. It's Dr. Briefs who built it for my dad, he probably thought he could defend the ship on his own if needs be." Gohan pondered.

It was at that moment an explosion bigger than the last few by far rocked the ship, sending Gohan into a far wall and almost smashing right through it. He growled and pulled himself back up, looking at Vegeta with worried eyes. It was then that his heart skipped a beat, Vegeta face was ashen white, his hands shaking as they clenched and unclenched in fear.

"Veg-,"

"We've lost power in one engine, that blast blew it off. Debris have gotten lodged in the other engine, it's clogged up. They've got us surrounded. We've no power, we can't escape." Vegeta scowled.

"Don't' we have a chance?" Gohan pleaded, thinking of his beloved sister and mentor who were in the rooms in no position for a fight. Not to mention Bulma, who was not even a fighter. "What about that planet?" Gohan questioned pointing down toward a dark purple planet. It looked eerie and the planet's surface was impossible to see from space, the planet was a waste.

"It's Planet Utrop but we don't have any power to get there. In case you haven't noticed, we have no engines!" Hissed Vegeta, then he continued, "And even if we did land we wouldn't be able to engage our thrusters to pad the landing. The woman, namek and brat could be killed."

For once, Gohan was thankful that his mother had made him study so much. "What's the gravity on the planet?" Questioned Gohan thinking things over in his head.

"Twenty times that of Earth, why?"

"So the gravitational pull surrounding the planet will be stronger?"

"Yes well I-," Vegeta started.

"We still have power in engine one right?"

"Yes but it's clo-,"

"Good, put it up to full and head toward the planet," Gohan ordered.

"But its clogged up, it will explode!" Vegeta exclaimed finally finishing a full sentence.

"That's the point. The explosion should give us enough of a push to get into the gravitational pull of the planet. We wont need any power from there. We'll land, the gravity will pull us down and we'll leap out before we hit the ground. Using our aura's we should be able to protect Bulma, Gonyhe and Piccolo." Gohan finished off.

Vegeta's mouth fell into an 'O' shape as he nodded slowly, then with a grunt he turned and waved a hand over his shoulders. Gohan rolled his eyes, this was as good as he was going to get off Vegeta. "I'll tell Bulma to capsulize all the things she needs. I'll bring Piccolo and Gonyhe up here to. They should be getting better, we gave them a medicine mixed with senzu bean. We have one for you too. When we get close enough to the planet don't hold back with the engines."

Vegeta grumbled under his breath about 'know it all brats' before going back to just riding out the attack. The blasts were becoming more frequent now, but by now everyone had grown accustomed to the shaking, except of course Bulma who would fall down every time only to stand back up and repeat the process.

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A few minutes later, after riding out the attack on the ship everyone was gathered on the top deck. Gonyhe and Piccolo were still unconscious on the ground and Bulma was gripping Gohan for dear life. There had been no blasts for a while now, Gohan was confused.

"Vegeta, why have they suddenly stopped?" Asked Gohan, no more than a whisper.

"They've not stopped. They're charging up one big blast to eliminate us with." Spat Vegeta as alarms finally started to blare, each one screaming 'warning!'. "You don't say," Mumbled Vegeta sarcastically.

"Right, Vegeta. Go!" Ordered Gohan, readying his place next to the door.

Piccolo groaned and stirred a little from his place on the floor. His wound in his chest had healed but he was completely out of energy. Instead of restoring his energy, the bean paste had the opposite effect. It had substituted his energy for his wounds. Gonyhe was still out cold.

"What in all Yemma's name?" Whispered Piccolo as his eyes opened and blinked at the sudden influx of light.

"Hang on Namek. This is going to be a bumpy ride," Grinned Vegeta as he turned the engines up to full power, something not even supposed to be done when you had two healthy engines.

Immediately the ship roared to life with an unhealthy stuttering sound. The smell of smoke was soon heavy in the air as the ship was propelled forward a little. Then there was a huge explosion from the rear end of the ship, where the engines where. Gohan's theory was working so far.

The ship shot forward with speed, chugging slightly as the smoke came. There was no fire, Vegeta was thankful, there was no air in space. The engines soon stopped propelling the ship forward and Gohan and Bulma shared a worried look. 'Come on,' Bulma mouthed, willing the ship to get caught in the planet's gravity.

Just when the ships inhabitants thought the worst it finally happened. There was a jerking in which the ship was pulled sharply to the left then an increasing pressure which almost caused Gohan's knees to buckle. Bulma was flat out on the floor, moaning in pain.

Quickly allowing a white aura to lick at his skin then explode upwards, Gohan then extended his aura to cover Bulma, Piccolo and Gonyhe so they wouldn't be squished by the planet's gravity. Then the ship started to plummet dramatically as it was seemingly sucked into the planet. "Get ready!" Vegeta yelled over the loud alarms and noises.

As the ship broke through the clouds, Gohan quickly grasped Gonyhe and cradled her in his arms before lifting one arm and blasting a hole clean into the ships wall. He quickly leapt out it, knowing Vegeta wouldn't be too far behind. With his aura already ignited, Gohan could go faster. He sped toward the ground, eager to find some cover to hide himself in. As he dared to look up, he saw a huge, circular ship enter the atmosphere and was immediately gripped by fear. It was the same ship Frieza used, just in a different colour.

Not waiting to ponder when Gonyhe was in his arms, Gohan quickly landed on the ground on top of a mountain. He quickly ran into the cave he had spotted and lay Gonyhe down gently then went to look for Vegeta, Piccolo and Bulma.

Before he saw them, he heard them. Vegeta broke the cover of the mountains as he swerved sharply to the left after spotting Gohan. Gohan waved him in and Vegeta landed, carelessly tossing Bulma, who was slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Piccolo was in his arms, held precariously by one arm as the great Namek struggled to keep his eyes open, due to lack of energy.

He emotionlessly dumped Piccolo a few moments later.

"Hit the deck!" Vegeta commanded suddenly, his eyes widening.

As everybody who was able to threw themselves down and covered their heads something hit the ground, hard. Immediately the sky was lit up by orange as flames licked from the wreckage that was one a spaceship. At the moment of impact the planet's surface was wracked with earthquakes. Thankfully, the cave held up.


[1] ; Cannula; a narrow piece of tube inserted into the vein to administer medicine or to remove fluids from the body.