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Daughter Of A Hero:

Chapter Thirty-Five

A Childhood Lost

Gohan's scream seemed to shake the very planet to its core as all around the young demi-Saiyan various bits of mountain, tree and rubble started to lift up into the sky and then explode for no apparent reason. Piccolo could only watch in absolute disbelief as his students pupils disappeared, leaving behind a ghostly white eye. Gohan's scream eventually ceased, though suddenly he lifted up into the air. His eyes unblinking and mouth open in its previous screaming position.

Gohan arched over backwards as energy he didn't even know he possessed suddenly erupted from somewhere in his tiny frame. It was painful and threatened to rip him apart at the seams, but Gohan didn't care. He embraced the power and the pain that went along with it. Everything that was keeping him tied to life, his natural instinct to survive seemed to disappear in that moment as Gonyhe's face flashed repeatedly through his mind. Even if he died, at least he could see Gonyhe again.

Then suddenly pillars of golden light stretched outwards from Gohan in all directions. Thicker and thicker they grew until eventually they all joined together and the planet's sky was bathed in a breathtaking golden hue. The air sizzled with electricity and Piccolo watched in awe as an unfortunate rock that had gotten too close to Gohan was instantly vaporized in the heat of the golden light.

Cooler frowned. "What the hell is that kid doing?"

Gohan screamed again, only this time it was rougher, it sounded nothing like a child's voice should. His voice broke off as he reached a higher octave, this caused Piccolo to cry out in agony and clutch at his ears.

Gohan dipped his head over, breathing heavily. The wind around him was blowing a gale and blowing his bangs around as they shadowed his face. His full form was glowing in an almost godly golden light. His black spiky hair which already defied the natural laws of gravity suddenly became impossibly stiff and then in a burst of light, followed up by a gust of wind, it turned into a brilliant gold.

Piccolo's eyes widened. "Super Saiyan."

Gohan clenched his fists tightly as his side and then looked up, straight at a hesitant Cooler. He blinked once and when he opened his eyes again, instead of coal coloured eyes, hardened teal coloured eyes stared back at Cooler. Once more Gohan screamed as the blanket of golden energy that had lit up the sky was absorbed back into him, appearing in the form of a pure, golden aura.

Gohan's incredible display of power seemed to effect the planet itself as the sky darkened to a blackened state and major earthquakes began to happen periodically all over the planet. Gohan dropped back to the ground and as soon as he landed, created a crater underneath each foot.

Although Vegeta was no expert at sensing ki, he did have an irking about power sensing, it was accuracy that was his problem. That's what woke him up from his unconscious state. As soon as Gohan's power went through the roof, Vegeta knew this time it was not just a one-off like it usually was. This time it was something real. He could only watch in jealousy and fear as the kid went through the same transformation his father had only days prior.

"The brat actually done it. He..he..he's a s..su..super. Saiyan." For the first time in his life, Vegeta was stammering.

The air was practically alive with electricity and when Vegeta caught a glimpse of Gohan's emotionless orbs, he actually flinched. If that wasn't enough, he turned just in time to see Gonyhe's body disappear completely. He arched an eyebrow but said nothing on the subject and turned back toward Gohan, who was staring the now reluctant looking Cooler down.

"You killed my sister." Gohan said in a much deeper, mature voice.

Cooler flinched at the sound of Gohan's voice but quickly composed himself. "You think changing your hair colours going to work?! You don't scare me you insolent little worm! You are filth, not even good enough to lick my feet! You are scum and you will die just like the rest of your pathetic race. I – huh argg!"

Cooler never even got to finish his sentence as faster than anybody could track, Gohan had embedded his fist in Cooler's abdomen. Cooler couldn't even scream as wave after wave of intense pain washed over him.

"What. Was. That?" Gohan asked in an emotionless voice, with each word he would push his fist further into Cooler's stomach until the outline of Gohan's fist was visible through Cooler's back.

A tear slipped down Cooler's face as the pain from that one blow became the worst amount of pain he'd felt in his entire life. It was only one blow but as Gohan retracted his fist, Cooler buckled over. Sinking to his knees and clutching at his abdomen desperately. He coughed and blood sprayed out of his mouth. Gohan tilted his head to the side to avoid the blood and once again lashed out at Cooler, hitting him on his chin and sending him skywards.

Gohan watched emotionless as Cooler sailed into the air, then as if deciding that it was time, he shot straight upwards at speeds that had to be phenomenal. The speed at which he shot up ripped the ground up and sent it in all directions. Hurricane like winds lifted the injured Piccolo and Vegeta off the ground and tossed them about like rag dolls before depositing them several miles from where they last where.

Gohan flew up, easily surpassing Cooler and waited on him. When Cooler came within striking distance, Gohan kicked out his leg, catching Cooler just below the ribs. Cooler groaned in pain from the blow, his body jerking to the side only to be caught again and be backhanded downwards by Gohan. Coolers body flailed as he tried desperately to recover from the pain and right himself. However, he never got very far as both of Gohan's feet came crashing down on his back, only serving to increase the speed Cooler crashed into the ground at.

Cooler barely had a chance to reflect on the amount of pain that was running rampant through his body, for no later than five seconds after his crash landing, something gripped onto his leg and threw him into the air. Then he was assaulted with tiny, but powerful, ki blasts. Cooler screamed out in agony and continued to scream even after the barrage of ki had stopped. He fell to the ground, landing with a thud and lay there panting and trying to blink the blood out of his eye.

For the first time in his life, Cooler was afraid.

Gonyhe couldn't remember much, in all honesty, she didn't even remember dying. All she remembered was a flash of pain, then numbness. Gonyhe had heard the stories, that you where supposed to see a bright light then walk into that and then poof, you where in heaven, but she could tell you from personal experience that was a bunch of make belief.

She wasn't quite sure what being dead felt like, - it was not something that came up in conversation when her father was resurrected -, therefore she didn't know what to expect.

It was like waking up from unconsciousness, that hazy blackness around you suddenly starts to lift and then you become increasingly aware of everything that's happening around you.

The first sensation Gonyhe noticed when she came too, was that she felt light – unusually light. Like the gravity had suddenly been sucked out of where ever she was and she could now float without the aid of her ki. Also, she felt strangely happy. Like nothing could trouble her, that was until that sixth sense kicked in. It was an innate sense that everybody seemed to have. The type of sense when you just knew someone was watching you, and it spooked you out. Realising she wasn't going to get any answers as to who was watching her, and where exactly she was, Gonyhe opened her eyes, blinking the fuzziness away. Realising she was lying on her back, Gonyhe pushed herself up into a sitting position and came face to face with a blue skinned man, with two dark horns on top of his head. Gonyhe gave a yelp of surprise and, on instinct, sprang into the air, landing in a crouched position a few feet away. The blue skinned, ogre-like creature screamed in a high pitched voice and fell backwards where he went on to edge away slowly.

She examined herself all over. Everything still seemed to be intact and in perfect working order. She looked up and was surprised to see a halo floating above her head. Her face paled a few shades before she shrugged it off, she knew she was dead. It was getting back that was the problem, even if the full experience was a bit bewildering.

Although, when you found out you were half alien, were kidnapped by your full alien uncle, watch your father die, then are kidnapped by your fathers enemy. You learn to deal with strange situations as best as you can.

The demon seemed to gather some courage because, very cautiously, he began to slowly make his way towards Gonyhe. She stood her ground, keeping her eyes locked on the blue skinned man as he eventually came nose to nose with her. Gonyhe arched an eyebrow as the demon blinked twice, then reached out a hand and prodded Gonyhe on the cheek.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She roared, jumping back a few more feet.

The demon yelped in fright before scampering backwards. "You've got a body!"

Gonyhe rolled her eyes. "And?"

The ogre panicked. "You're not supposed to have a body, only special cases keep their bodies and you're only a little kid. It's usually only fighters! You're a girl! You're supposed to be a little, fluffy, white cloud! It's only heros' that keep their bodies!"

"HEY! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't kick your butt all the way from one end of wherever we are to the other. By the way, where are we?" Gonyhe asked nervously, finally taking in her surroundings.

All around her, rows upon rows of golden clouds filled the void that Gonyhe assumed to be the sky. Each of the clouds seemed to give off an unnatural golden glow, like the colour of her father's Super Saiyan transformation. Gonyhe shivered as she remembered that particular transformation and the attitude that came along with it – that man was not her father. Realising she was standing on something, Gonyhe looked down to find a thick silver road. The road was tiled in a reflective silver pattern, much like the pattern on a snakes body. At the edge of the road a strange looking rail framed it, raising up and down like spikes, also in the form of scales. In front of her, the road seemed to go on for miles, twisting and turning and stretching on into the horizon.

Gonyhe turned round, her face twisted into a look of shock and saw a huge mansion about twenty feet or so away. On top of the mansion a huge sign saying "Welcome." was placed on the roof and the fact that the mansion was about ten times the height of a normal house wasn't the most daunting thing. It was the fact that in front of her, rows after rows of puffy white clouds lined up in neat rows, all heading toward that large mansion for whatever reason.

Gonyhe's mouth opened to say something, but she quickly shut it again when she released she had no logical thing to say. This just wasn't possible – was it? Where these tiny fluffy white clouds people? Was one of these clouds her father?

The ogre sweat dropped, fiddling with the bottom of his jumper nervously. "You're dead."

"I know that!" Gonyhe snapped. "But where am I?"

The ogre stole a glance back at the large mansion. "You're in limbo, so to speak. This is the otherworld check in station. Through those doors is where you'll meet King Yemma, lord of the otherworld. He'll decide where you are to go after your full life is judged, heaven or in some cases HFIL. What's your name kid?"

"Son Gonyhe." Gonyhe said sceptically, wondering if this was just some crazy dream of hers.

The ogre sighed, rubbing his temples wearily. He now had a dilemma on his hands, he couldn't just tell the kid to wait here, after all she did have a body, but he would get in trouble if he let her cut the line. There had been a relatively long line of souls in the last two weeks and he-

"Hey mister, is my daddy here?"

Huh?

"Your daddy?" The Demon echoed in a confused manor. Then he shook his head and grumbled. "We don't have time for that! You can find your daddy after you get yourself checked in – we can't have an unregistered spirit running around. It would throw everything out of whack. Come on, let's go to King Yemma – he'll know what to do."

Gonyhe glared at the demon's back, but followed him past the long line of spirits waiting to be checked in, she was glad in a way that she didn't have to wait in line behind all those spirits. Patience was not her strong point. The spirits all grumbled their complaints as Gonyhe jumped in the line before them. No doubt they had been waiting for some time, but it must have been daunting for a puffy white cloud to try and stand up to an embodied spirit. So, after a few more complaints the spirits went back to doing whatever it was that dead people do.

When Gonyhe stepped into the large mansion, she was surprised to find that the inside reminded her strangely of her and Gohan's room back on Earth. There was a large desk pushed up against the back wall, with an even larger man sitting behind it, continually lifting a stamp that looked to be the size of a small house and stamping down on paper that reminded Gonyhe of a white football pitch.

Ignoring yet even more complaints from the recently deceased, Gonyhe continued to follow the ogre who was now sweating nervously. They got up to the leg of the giant table before the large red-skinned man seemed to finally notice their presence. When he did, he took one look at Gonyhe and groaned, dragging a palm down his face and then held his hand to his forehead. He abandoned the large red stamp for the time being and lifted his other hand up to point at Gonyhe.

"Another embodied spirit? Let me guess, you're from Earth right?" Gonyhe took this as a rhetorical question and decided to stay quiet. "I knew I shouldn't have listened to Kami, those Earthlings! They think just because one of them got to keep their body, now if they do one heroic act, they all can. Just what I need, does that Namek have any idea the amount of paperwork it takes to send an embodied spirit on for training. This is all Son Goku's fault."

Gonyhe perked up at the mention of her fathers name. "You know my daddy? Is he here?"

"You're Son Goku's daughter?!" Both King Yemma and his Demon helper shouted in unison.

King Yemma leaned right over his desk and peered down at Gonyhe. The booming voice of the Lord of the otherworld made the little puffs of cloud run for cover in fear of being stepped on.

"Yeah." Gonyhe said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "My last name is Son. My daddy's Saiyan and I do have a tail." To prove her point she unwrapped her furry, brown appendage from around her waist, waved it around a few times and then re-wrapped it.

It was safe to say that if King Yemma and his helper weren't surprised then, they sure where now. It was almost a comical sight as both demon's eyes bulged out of their heads and their mouths opened wide as they followed the movements of Gonyhe's tail with their eyes. Well, there hadn't been any Saiyans in almost twenty four years.

"Say sir? There aren't any full moons in the otherworld, is there?"

King Yemma let out a huge groan and let his face fall onto his desk.

"How. Does. It. Feel?!" Gohan shouted between punches at Cooler who lay bloodied and broken on the ground. The changeling had long given up the fight after his two legs had been snapped like twigs and was now hoping that Gohan would just kill him already.

"Eh? To know that there's finally someone stronger than you? How does it feel?" Gohan questioned, coming down to look at Cooler in the eyes.

As the two super powers stared each other down, Cooler shivered noticing the coldness in Gohan's turquoise orbs. There wasn't a hint of warmness, friendliness, or even a hesitation to kill. Gohan was out for revenge, and Cooler had brought it all on himself. Right now Cooler knew that this was where the Saiyans got their 'bloodthirsty' label, the total wildness in the child's eyes confirmed it. He was no longer a child, he was a warrior.

Cooler growled, and then spat out some blood at Gohan's feet.

Gohan's face remained impassive at Cooler's show of defiance, he glanced at the blood before taking one step back and smirking cruelly. "You're finished." Gohan sneered to the changeling, an uncharacteristic thing for him to do.

Piccolo could only watch as his student then proceeded to kick the already downed changeling in the chin, sending him soaring a few hundred feet into the air. This Gohan, the transformed version, gave Piccolo the creeps. This wasn't the happy-go-lucky child he trained, this was a monster. This was the personality that came along with the astounding power that only surfaced during dire times. Was this Gohan's Saiyan side?

Piccolo could only guess that it was Gonyhe's death that had triggered the transformation to the legendary, that it finally broke Gohan's childhood innocence. All things considered it was amazing that Gohan had managed to remain this innocent and childish up until now. In his six years of life, he'd witnessed things that would reduce even the greatest and strongest of men to their knees. He'd saw numerous people die before his eyes, including his father and sister. Some things are just too much for a young mind to take before it cracks under the strain.

This was not Gohan, this was a Saiyan out for revenge.

Vegeta was having other thoughts, in some ways he was sort of proud. Of course not of Gohan, but that the last threat of the Kold Empire was finally being defeated and at a Saiyan's hands no less. He supposed he was proud that he was actually here witnessing it, that he had lived long enough to see not only Frieza, but also Cooler perish under the might of the Saiyans.

Of course he was jealous.

No, scratch that, he was insanely jealous.

Vegeta was so jealous that green clouded his vision every time he looked at Gohan. It didn't help the fact that Gohan wasn't even full Saiyan, and the son of a third class warrior no less. He hated the fact that he, Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans was not the one to reach the legendary, that an insignificant child had surpassed him in strength!

As Cooler was once again slammed into the ground, Vegeta covered his head with his hands and shielded himself as best he could. When he had awoken from unconsciousness, he had rolled onto his stomach to get a better view of the fight. Although, all he could really catch where glimpses of golden blurs and the occasional white blur where the unfortunate Cooler would be tossed around the sky like a rag doll.

Vegeta shook his head but couldn't help the sadistic smirk that crept across his face as he caught a glimpse of the beaten up Cooler. The mercenary in Vegeta silently willed for the beating to go on longer. How fitting would it be for the changeling Prince to beg for his life – or his death – at the hands of a Saiyan? The irony in that would be incredible.

Piccolo couldn't watch any longer. "Gohan. Just finish it, he's paid for his crimes."

Gohan turned to stare at Piccolo and not even a flicker of recognition flashed across his dark orbs. Instead, he stared emotionless into the eyes of his mentor and closest friend. His face remained impassive, though his eyes were fierce, sharp and wild.

Then a cackle went up from behind Gohan, who instinctively turned to the sound. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Up in the sky, Cooler was floating with his right hand held over his head, index finger extended and an extremely large ball of energy already resting there, and it was growing as the seconds past. How Cooler managed to do that was unknown to Gohan, though he always knew the changeling's were tricky. Frieza was a prime example of that. Perhaps it was just the pain going through Cooler's body that prevented him from fighting back, or perhaps he was using all of his energy in one final burst, but either way that large energy ball looked even more menacing as time went on.

"You shouldn't have turned your back on me you little brat. I can gather energy a lot faster than my brother, I've been saving this energy for just this occasion. Just in case, I'll blow you all up and if by some miracle you manage to survive you fleabag, let's just see how long you can survive in space without any oxygen?"

Gohan looked on impassively.

"I get it. Scared stiff? I would be too, any last words boy?"

"Ha." Was Gohan's emotionless reply.

Cooler snarled at the Saiyan. "You think your funny you little brat. Let's see if you can block this, if you dodge the whole planet blows up. SUPER NOVA!"

This time Gohan said nothing but instead narrowed his eyes at the large energy ball on the tip of Cooler's finger. It was like slow motion as Cooler threw his arm forward, the super Nova attack sailing straight from his extended index finger and heading on a collision course with the planet. Almost instantly, the wind began to pick up and whip around Gohan's ankles. The trees that had already been uprooted and where strewn haphazardly around where now being picked up once again and thrown around dangerously, not giving any thought about what – or who – they might hit.

Gohan's facial expression did not change, infact, it looked like he was almost bored. Piccolo couldn't help but growl, the kid was letting all this power go to his head, he was getting too cocky.

"KID DO SOMETHING!" Piccolo screamed, his voice hoarse and scratchy from fatigue.

It was a few agonizing seconds later, that Gohan finally made a move. As the energy ball crept frighteningly closer to the planet's surface, Gohan crouched down into an incredibly familiar stance.

"KA-!"

Gohan brought his cupped hands to his hip and began to channel his energy as he began the legendary chant.

"ME-!"

The air around and in-between Gohan's cupped hands was disturbed as Gohan concentrated.

"HA-!"

A bright blue ball of light burst into existence in the centre of Gohan's cupped hands.

"ME-!"

The bright blue swirling mass of energy seemed to triple in size at that moment, just as the Super Nova attack continued to make its way to the planets surface.

"HAAAAAA!"

At the last moment possible, Gohan thrust his cupped hands out in front of him in one swift movement, firing the Kamehame at the same time. There was a flash of blue light as the blue beam bravely shot forward to meet the challenge of the Super Nova. There was a flash of bright light which momentarily blinded everybody in the surrounding vicinity, then the super nova was stopped in its tracks. It was an astounding sight, to see the large, menacing looking orange ball of pure energy being held at bay by a much smaller blue beam. Even more amazing was the fact that the person who had fired the blue beam was a boy.

Cooler's eyes widened in panic as he tried to push his super nova toward the planet's surface but found he couldn't. No matter how much energy he had left – which admittedly was very little – he couldn't seem to make the ki attack gain any ground. Infact, he could feel it slipping. Little by little the Kamehamepushed its way forward, knocking the super nova back and back until eventually, Cooler was actually pushing his own attack forward with his hands.

"YOU WONT DEFEAT ME MONKEY!" Coolers voice seemed like a whisper over the ferocious winds.

Gohan chose not to answer with words, but with energy. With nothing more than a grunt of effort, Gohan forced more energy into his already immensely powerful beam and all at once, Cooler lost the fight. Cooler's hands slipped and he now found himself sprawled out across the turtle wave. With one final scream from Cooler and nothing more than a grunt of effort from Gohan, Cooler was pushed clean out of the atmosphere.

Although, he wasn't finished yet. Just at the moment where Cooler thought Gohan was just going to let him suffocate in space – however impossible that may be -, Gohan altered the kamehames path so that the doomed changeling was sent on a one way path to the otherworld, courtesy of the sun.

Cooler's last scream of pain echoed all the way from the sun to the planet. However, it was another minute or so before Gohan eventually stopped his beam. Good thing to, or the Planet Utrop's sun would have been blown up by the sheer power that Gohan was putting into the Kamehame.

When Gohan finally cut his beam, he didn't drop to one or even breathe heavily. In fact, it looked like the young demi-saiyan had barely broken a sweat as he stared transfixed at the darkened sky.

Piccolo let out a sigh of relief as Cooler's ki signature vanished completely. Just when you thought you where down and out for the count, trust a Son to pull off a miracle, it always happened. Although, it usually involved a loss of life to do so and today was no exception. With that thought in mind, Piccolo scanned the barren landscape for any sign of the girls body, but found none. He almost panicked, but realised at the last second that it was probably Kami's doing. For once he was actually remotely thankful for the old coots interference, as much as he would hate to admit it, he cared for Gohan and Gonyhe and would have hated to see her body thrown about like a rag-doll during the epic stand-off.

"It's over." Piccolo breathed and despite his pain, forced himself to stand up.

Then once again, a shrill cry of pain cut through the area like a knife. Piccolo whirled round quickly to see Gohan once again rising into the air and screaming his lungs out. A bright golden aura once again surrounded him but this time it was wild and unruly. The very land beneath Piccolo seemed to shake and everywhere around him, cracks appeared in the ground with lava soon squirting through the cracks.

Gohan was tearing the planet apart, and by the looks of things had no intention of stopping.

Once again, all previous attempts at training had been abandoned and saiyan, human and kai alike where all crowded round the clear sphere which was currently showing a legendary fight between the Super Saiyan and Cooler.

"I can't believe it. Two Super Saiyans?! Is that even possible?" Fasha gaped at the mystic ball.

"And a half breed too." Raditz added in with a frown.

Whilst the Saiyans all chattered excitedly within themselves, the humans of the group weren't rejoicing that another 'legend' had been born, they where in mourning. Although Cooler was sure to be defeated, it had taken the sacrifice of a young life to do so – Gonyhe's life.

"What about Gonyhe?!" Chiaoutzui finally broke the silence between the humans.

The little emperor then looked toward his friends for guidance but none of them looked in any fit state to answer. Krillin was gritting his teeth and had clenched his eyes shut, no doubt in an attempt to stop the tears. Though it was all for nothing, the tears still came and rolled down his cheeks even though he furiously wiped them away. Yamcha was cursing loudly, calling Cooler every name he knew and even making some up as he went along. Tien had his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that they where going white from blood loss.

"Where's her body?" Krillin choked.

Instantly, Baba's crystal ball began to move around the battlefield on an aerial view, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gonyhe's corpse. Although, after a few minutes of intense searching, they had found no leads.

"Could her body have been transported here, to the otherworld?" The little emperor asked timidly.

King Kai seemed at a loss as he scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It's possible, though its only in special circumstances do the living keep their bodies. Only in cases of extreme emergency, like you fighters from Earth or if they are being punished in HFIL. The only other exception to the rule is if you were a hero in your past life. It is highly unusual for a child to be allowed to keep her body, maybe her body was just carried away by the wi-"

King Kai very wisely stopped speaking as three identical stares burned into his back. Then the sound of cheering and whooping started to fill the tiny planet.

"Coolers gone!" Bardock's cheer was the loudest by far.

Then the three Saiyans began to roar in triumph and then proceeded to each grab a large leg of some type of meat that bubbles the chimp had just presented them with. This was a time to celebrate, the two biggest threats of the Kold Monarch had been defeated, and even the mournings earthlings couldn't help but join in the celebrations.

Then just as everybody was getting into the celebrating mood, there was a shrill cry of pain from the crystal ball. It was so different from the last time, but there was no mistaking who was crying out like that – it was Gohan. All cheering and celebrating ceased in that instant and everybody once again crowded round the crystal ball, both Saiyan and human alike fighting for a good spot.

"What's he doing?" Tien asked nobody in particular.

Bardock snorted. "Isn't it obvious, he had a telepathic bond with his sister, now that the brats been killed he's got nothing left to live for. He killed the person who killed his sibling so he's avenged her."

Yamcha's mouth fell open. "So Gohan's going to self destruct and take the planet and everybody on it with him?"

Bardock shrugged. "Pretty much."

Krillin gasped. "He can't do that! Piccolo's on that planet, he'll be killed and if Piccolo goes so does the dragonballs. That means going to Namek would have been all for nothing!"

King Kai, who had been quiet for the most part suddenly let out a yelp of fright and stumbled backwards. He was holding his chest right where his heart was and was breathing heavily. "We have to stop him. With that much power, Gohan wont only take out the planet but the full Nebula system and maybe even the Delta system with it. Not the mention the shockwaves could reach as far back as Earth. He could destroy the whole Northern Galaxy if he self destructs, we have to stop him!"

"But how?" Tien sighed.

"We could try talking to him." Krillin suggested.

King Kai nodded enthusiastically as his antennae began to twitch, he turned away from the dead warriors and began to concentrate. First of all, he searched through the planets before he finally came to planet Utrop. Looking at the planet from space, you could see the magnetic storms even on its surface from space as the sheer power from the last battle still lingered in the air, effectively turning the planet into a ticking time-bomb.

Delving deeper, King Kai then sought out the demi-saiyan by locking onto his power level which stood out like a beacon among the relatively high power levels. Creating a path to his unguarded mind, King Kai could feel the pain of loss seeping off the young child, it was heartbreaking.

'Gohan, Gohan! It's King Kai, you have to stop. You'll destroy yourself, the planet, the whole northern galaxy if you don't stop. Please!'

Gohan however made no inclination to stop, if anything he powered up even further.

'Gohan! Please buddy, you've got to stop this. Think about your dad, Gonyhe. They wouldn't want this. Stop buddy!'

Sometime during the wait for Gohan's answer, Krillin had placed his hand on the Kai's back and was communicating mentally with his best friends son. Krillin had to pull back after a few minutes though because the pain going through Gohan's mind was too much, for him to bear.

There was no answer from Gohan's mind or even an intellectual subconscious thought. Everything was in flashes, bursts of pain accompanied by Gonyhe's picture repeatedly flashing through his brain like it was on repeat. It was all too much for the bald headed human as he lifted his hand from his mentors back and took a step away, shaking his head to clear the suicidal thoughts.

"Man." He whispered, rubbing his temples soothingly.

No more than a minute later, Tien, Yamcha and Chiaoutzui where also at his sides, their faces looking bleak and Chiaoutzui looking like he was about to burst into tears.

"Poor kid." Yamcha whispered, clutching his chest like he was in pain.

"Is there no way to stop him?" Tien questioned, he did not like the fact that the planet they had died protecting was soon going to be reduced to a pile of floating space debris.

Raditz growled, blowing air out of his mouth irritably. Is that all these humans did, whine? Besides that, they where putting a dampener on his party mood. Gods, the main threats of the Kold Empire had finally been disposed of – by a Saiyan no less! - and all these humans could do was complain. So what if their planet was destroyed, it was the circle of life. The weakest die and the strongest prevail, it was a fact drilled into him from infancy on Planet Vegeta.

Planet Vegeta.

Just the thought of his mother world was enough to bring a lump to his throat, though he hid it well with a stoic face. He was raised by the Saiyan books, emotion was a weakness. There was no ifs, buts or second guesses, but then again he would be lying if he said he didn't cry when he found out his Planet and her people had been obliterated.

Infact, he had been a mess for two hours afterwards and had locked himself in his chambers on Frieza's ship for two days straight – much to the chargin of Nappa and Vegeta who contemplated knocking down the door on several occasions but later decided against it, less they face the wrath of Frieza – to hide his tears from his comrades. After all, his sire had been on that planet, and although it was highly unusual for a third class Saiyan and his off-spring to actually know each other at all, Bardock and Fasha had been granted permission for Raditz to stay with them in their quarters when he came back from his first purging mission as an infant. This was only because Raditz had been unusually strong at birth, rated a second class.

Bardock himself had been quite strong at the time, raking up a good 5000 degrees on the scouter, so it was decided Bardock would train his son. This was until Raditz was entered into the academy at four standard years and then was placed on purging missions a year later. Even then, Bardock and Fasha had managed to pull some strings to allow Raditz to come on a few purging missions with their crew. Although to the outside world, they looked like strangers, Bardock and Raditz actually established a father-son bond. Though neither one would admit it for fear of looking weak.

Could he really stand to see these humans in the same state he was when his home world exploded? It would stir some painful memories and could he stand to hear their pitiful cries for however long he was supposed to stay on this damnable planet?

Whether to save his own sanity, or for other reasons completely, Raditz offered the solution.

"By the gods! Kakarots female child is deceased, is she not?" Raditz did not wait for an answer to his rhetorical question, he ploughed on. "Well, go collect her from that infernal check-in station and bring her here. Then have her talk the suicidal little twit out of his depression, if anybody can talk him out of it, it's her."

Everybody blinked once at Raditz.

A large vein started to throb on the side of Raditz help.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GOO!" Raditz roared, suddenly seeming bigger whilst everybody else shrunk.

"Hey, in case your forgetting you big ape, it takes a good half a day to get down snake way. There's no way we'll make it back in time." Baba haughtily informed the Saiyan who promptly took a face plant, anime style.

After picking himself up and chuckling nervously, Raditz looked around at all the faces and glowered. "Well, I don't see you coming up with any better ideas."

Unbeknownst to Raditz, King Kai had already disappeared and was on his way to collecting Gonyhe.

"Sol, Som? No that's not right. Ahh, here it is, Son. Now, Gohan, no wait he died about fifteen years ago. Goku? No not him either, though he was a pest messing up my systems like that by being brought back to life. In the olden days, being dead meant just that, you where dead you couldn't come back to life and -."

Gonyhe cleared her throat and tapped her foot impatiantly.

King Yemma glared down at the pint-sized Saiyan.

"Just like you Saiyans to be impatient. Now, here it is – Son Gonyhe. Says here you've been a relatively good soul. Although, there was incident that requires questioning. Something about your mothers home baked cherry pie and a pillowcase. Care to explain?" King Yemma raised an eyebrow and leaned over his desk, making Gonyhe feel suddenly much smaller.

Gonyhe blushed a deep scarlet, she should have known that particular incident would have came back to bite her in the butt eventually. "Heh, oops. Sorry?" She offered with a Son grin.

King Yemma sighed but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I suppose I can let you into heaven. Only on one condition though, you tell me all about this incident."

Gonyhe spluttered. "Emm, well, you see …"

Just at that moment, a short, stout catfish like, looking creature popped into existence at the edge of the large table, inches from King Yemma's nose. A few things happened at once, King Yemma gave a yelp of surprise and attempted to leap backwards but forgot he was sitting down. This resulted in the overly large chair toppling backwards, with the overseer of souls going with it. The papers on the desk went in all directions whilst the puffs of cloud on the ground scattered in fright.

Gonyhe herself was sure that if she was still alive, she would have died from fright. Though she tried to hide it through a calm mask of indifference, her heart was still pounding erratically. Well, she thought it was her heart, she wasn't exactly sure, first time being dead and all.

After a few seconds, King Yemma leapt up, looking redder in the face than ever and glared daggers at the Kai, if looks could kill. "KING KAI! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REMIND YOU NOT TO USE THAT INFERNAL TECHNIQUE IN MY OFFICE?!"

King Yemma's voice rebounded off the walls and the ceilings and King Kai was nearly blow clean off the desk by the shouts.

Gonyhe winced as her ears began ringing. "Saved by the Kai." She muttered, sending a mental thank you to Kami.

Once King Kai dusted off his robes and adjusted his antennae – which because of the force of King Yemma's shout where slicked to his skull – he made a brief bow to King Yemma and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Yemma, I must ask your assistance in allowing me to take a soul to my planet. It is of the upper most importance. I know this is a lot to ask, as you would have to allow the soul her body back as she cannot go on my planet with her body, but please Yemma, I beg you, not only for my sake, but for yours too -,"

King Yemma raised a hand and instantly the Kai silenced.

"What you're asking me to do is no easily task King Kai, do you know the amount of paperwork needed to send somebody to your planet alone and that's already if they have their body?! I'll have to fill out paperwork about one hundred miles long. Why should I allow this?"

King Kai sighed. "Because Yemma, as we speak, Son Goku's son is about to self destruct, taking the planet Utrop with him."

Gonyhe perked up at the mention of her brothers name and floated upwards, disguising herself behind an overly large table leg and began to eavesdrop.

King Yemma seemed to pale either at the mention of the loss of life or the fact he now would have more paperwork. It was probably the paperwork.

"What's done is done, if it is their time to die, it is their time to die. You know as well as I do King Kai, you do not play about with the grand design of death. When your time comes, it comes, there is no escaping it."

King Kai rolled his eyes, he should have known this would happen. Time to play his trump card.

"Did I mention that Son Goku's son is a Super Saiyan. A powerful Saiyan of legend and if he self destructs he will take the whole Northern Galaxy. Now I don't know about you, but that is sure a lot of paperwork, wouldn't you say?"

King Kai knew he'd won as soon as he saw King Yemma's almost colourless face. An incredible feat seeing the giant ogre was naturally a tomato red colour.

King Yemma began babbling incoherently and King Kai thought it best just to let him continue. He did hear a few intelligent words though.

"Super Saiyan …. Northern Galaxy … Paperwork … a century?!"

King Kai winced, did he just send the poor guy into a nervous breakdown. He looked across the table and onto the floor where a seemingly endless amount of souls where congregated. Man, he did not want this job.

"My brother's a Super Saiyan?!" Gonyhe shrieked, finally recovering from her stupor at hearing her brother was going to kill himself.

King Kai leapt about a foot into the air at the sudden appearance of Gonyhe but soon calmed himself to stare at her quizzically. Then a huge grin broke out across his catfishlike features.

"You're Son Goku's daughter? Son Gohan's sister? You where killed by Cooler on Planet Utrop?" King Kai fired question after question at Gonyhe.

What was this, twenty questions?

"Yes, yes, yes and please don't remind me." Gonyhe answered the questions chronologically.

"Good, then you're just the person I need, let's go." King Kai beamed, reaching over and grasping Gonyhe's shoulder before she could protest.

In an instant they where gone, leaving King Yemma to stare unblinking at the space they had just occupied. He groaned, letting his face fall into his hands.

"Damn it all. I hate instant transmission. NEXT!"

"I'll do as I god-damn please woman, stop pestering me!" Bardock was glaring heatedly at Fasha who in return was giving all she was worth. It seemed Bardock and Fasha where having one of their legendary spats.

Raditz and the humans had wisely chosen to move to the other side of the planet, away from the harsh words, flying fists and occasional ki ball that was soon to follow the shouts.

As King Kai popped into existence just to the right of Yamcha, he screamed in a high pitched tone and leapt away, panting heavily. Gonyhe however saw the world swim before her eyes and turned a rather sickly shade of green, she swayed on the spot for a few seconds before collapsing on her knees. However the sickness didn't go away, instead she closed her eyes and felt everything she had eaten before she died come back up. She leaned over to the right and emptied her stomach contents. Instant transmission was like being squeezed through a too small pipe then having that pipe roll down a giant hill.

"First time using instant transmission eh? I guess I forgot to warn you, some first timers get like that." King Kai's nasally voice called out what could be described as a warning only it came a little too late.

Gonyhe eventually opened her eyes and grimaced as she saw the sick. She inhaled sharply though as she released her sick had landed on a pair of frighteningly familiar boots. She looked up slowly, all the while pleading to Kami that it would not be who she thought it would be.

"Hey Raditz." She gulped nervously.

Raditz growled, looking down on his boots with distaste. He abruptly turned on his heel and marched off toward the house, trying to look like he didn't care what just happened, but inside he was fuming.

"Stupid brat." He muttered angrily.

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