A/N: Woo, we finally broke the 100 reviews barrier.

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Daughter Of A Hero

Chapter Thirty-Six

Bring Back My Brother

"Hey, kiddo. You alright?"

Gonyhe recognized that voice instantly, it was the voice that had plagued her dreams since that fateful day on Namek not to long ago. Though, this time his voice wasn't as anguished, desperate and pleading, instead it sounded normal. This time, Krillin wasn't pleading for his life and Gonyhe hadn't felt guilty for not even attempting to push him out the way.

The sickness feeling vanished almost instantly, to be replaced by a feeling of pure joy. Leaping up into the air, Gonyhe latched onto the bald-headed monk and squeezed him tightly. Tears of happiness streamed freely and unabashed down her face as she buried her face in Krillin's armour. She had grown quite close to Krillin during those two months travelling to and on Namek.

Blinking in surprise, it took Krillin a few seconds to react.

The former monk smiled softly down at the child and patted her back reassuringly. "There, there." He murmured, affectionately smoothing her spiky black head.

With the sheer amount of power and level of skill Gonyhe displayed, sometimes it was hard to remember that she only was a five year old girl.

After a few moments, Gonyhe seemed to realise what she was doing and jumped off Krillin, who had a knowing look in his eyes. She turned away from the dead fighters, who where watching her with small smiles and wiped away her tears. Turning back round she refused to meet their eyes out of embarrassment and instead focussed on a particularly interesting spot in the ground. A fair amount of blood shot to her cheeks as the silence dragged on longer then what she deemed necessary.

"Sorry." She apologized after a few more moments.

Yamcha chuckled softly, kneeling down so he was face to face with the demi-saiyan. Well, he would have been face to face with her if Gonyhe ever gathered the courage to look the human in the eye.

"Kid." He smiled, pushing Gonyhe's chin up and forcing her to look at him. "It's not a crime to show emotion, it's not a weakness either. I mean, come on, look at your dad."

Gonyhe protested. "But Piccolo and Vegeta-"

"Piccolo," Yamcha seemed to pale slightly at the mention of Piccolo's name and he found himself struggling on what to say next. Thankfully, Tien decided to rescue him.

"As much as Piccolo would hate to admit , he does care for you and your brother."

"It was love that made Goku transform into a Super Saiyan. King Kai thinks that's why there wasn't a Super Saiyan in so many years, because as the Saiyan's came under the command of Frieza, all the emotion was bred out of them. They were moulded into the killers we know them as. The Super Saiyan transformation is only triggered when a Saiyan goes through severe emotional trauma and is pushed over the edge, once that happens they snap and loose their grasp on reality. Luckily for Saiyan's, they live to fight stronger opponents and become stronger, so, if it wasn't for the need to fight and become stronger, they would probably just self destruct when they are pushed that much. Lucky though on a subconscious level, they do realise that there is a stronger opponent there so they bring themselves back after unlocking their true potential." Chiaoutzui explained softly to the child.

There was a snort from a few feet away, followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a few rude curses.

Gonyhe raised an eyebrow sceptically at the little emperor, ignoring the brewing argument a few feet away.

"Well, if what you're saying is true, then that would mean that any Saiyan has the ability to transform into a s-super saiyan." Gonyhe stumbled over the words.

"It is true. Unfortunately, the same has happened to Gohan. Your death at the hands of Cooler triggered the transformation in young Gohan as it did with Goku, but the difference with Gohan is that Goku and Krillen had no mental link. Now that Gohan's killed Cooler and had his revenge he has nothing left to live for." King Kai explained.

"Please don't tell me my brother's suicidal." Gonyhe replied deadpan.

Silence was her answer.

"But if that's true, then why didn't the same happen when Piccolo died? He has a mental link with both of us, I know it. He talks to us all the time. Why didn't it happen with him?" Gonyhe pressed.

King Kai sighed. "Because, Piccolo worked very hard to keep you two at a distance. My guess is that he suspected he wasn't going to survive the fight with the Saiyans but wanted to make sure you two did, so he put up numerous mental blocks designed to keep you two out. Have you noticed how you can only contact him when you and your brother combine your powers?"

At Gonyhe's expression, King Kai nodded slowly.

"Then why aren't I suffering from maniac depression?" Gonyhe asked snidely.

"It doesn't effect you as much here because this is heaven. You have no worries. Did you notice that when you got here you felt unusually happy? That's the effects of heaven, you have no worries. You feel no emotional pain - I'm afraid I can't say the same about the physical side. You however, cannot block it out completely. Your mental link is strong, so if you really concentrated solely on Gohan, I'm sure you would be able to feel him - and his pain."

Although a little hesitant, Gonyhe wanted to feel this, strange as it sounded. She closed her eyes and focussed solely on Gohan. She thought of many things, silly little things that reminded her of her brother. The way he smelled, his smile, the memories they had training in the wilderness with Piccolo, the time where she had broken her mama's vase and Gohan had taken the blame for it, and of course the cherry pie and pillow case incident.

Then just as she was giving up, she suddenly slipped into a dark place. All around her was darkness, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. On instinct, she attempted to power up, only to find herself unable to tap into her powers. She started to feel cold, like death itself was nipping at her skin. After a few attempts she eventually managed to wrap her arms around her upper arms and ran her hands up and down in attempts to generate heat.

"Gohan?!" She called into the darkness, her voice echoed eerily around the dark void.

Gonyhe could feel the goose-bumps on her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was about to give up and found herself pulling out of the dark void, when King Kai's voice floated toward her. Almost as if she where in some sort of a dream.

'Focus on Gohan, only on Gohan …. '

Once again, Gonyhe let the memories flood back. Her first real memory she had of her brother, sitting in a high chair with her father pulling funny faces, their first martial art's lesson together, sitting on the nimbus cloud together, sneaking out of the house to go swimming when they were supposed to be studying.

"ARG!"

Gonyhe screamed in agony, dropping to her knees in the process. She clutched desperately at her chest, where her heart was and began howling in anguish. It felt like knives where being repeatedly stabbed into her chest, the feeling of loss - it was so powerful. It was like when her father was killed, only one hundred times worse. Gonyhe curled into the foetal position, rolling back and forward as tears streamed freely down her face for the second time in half an hour.

"Make it stop!" She whimpered. "MAKE IT STOP!"

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"Gonyhe!" Four voices called as the child suddenly screamed out in agony and dropped to the ground.

For the past five minutes they had watched curiously as Gonyhe had slipped into a near comatose state and hadn't even acknowledged their existence. When King Kai informed them that she was somewhere in limbo, so to speak, they had been confused. It was only when King Kai explained it in more simpler terms that the began to understand - Gonyhe was trying to re-establish the mental link between her and her brother but she was going to have to go through some dark places to get there.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" King Kai roared just before Yamcha's hand touched Gonyhe's cheek.

Instantly, Yamcha and the other warriors froze and backed away a little.

"She has to do this alone, touch her and there is a risk that it could permanently damage the mental link or you'll be transported into where she is - either way, you do not want to go there. " King Kai warned.

"What's wrong with her?" Krillin demanded, fighting the urge to reach out and comfort the girl.

"She's feeling his pain." King Kai answered simply.

"What can we do?" Tien asked in a growl, wanting to fight off whatever enemy the child was facing.

"Nothing, she has to do this alone." Was King Kai's solemn reply.

Yamcha looked away as tears began streaming down the demi-saiyan's face.

"Is this why you brought her here?" Krillin demanded, rounding on King Kai.

King Kai held his hands up in surrender and took a few steps backwards. "I intended for Gonyhe to contact Gohan and hopefully break the depressive spell Gohan was under, but I never intended for her to do it this way. In fact, I never thought it possible for her to even contact her brother from this realm. I intended to do it through me, so I could possibly help her, but right now she has to do this on her own. It's their link, even Piccolo couldn't penetrate their own private link so who's to know what will happen if one of you try to? Your soul could be banished anywhere."

Yamcha, Tien, Krillin and Chiaoutzui all visibly gulped and took a step back, choosing to watch from a safe distance.

"How long will this take?" Chiaoutzui asked eventually.

King Kai sighed, looking upwards as his glasses shone with light. "Your guess is as good as mines."

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Blackness. Pain. Cold.

How long had it been? Could you be killed again once you where dead? Where was she?

Question after question raced through her head throwing her mind into turmoil as she fought desperately to hold her own against the suffocating darkness. Everywhere darkness pushed and prodded at her, compressing her chest and forcing the youngest demi-saiyan to take much shallower breathes. The pain was unbearable and came in waves, each wave becoming more painful - if that was even possible.

"Gohan?" Gonyhe whimpered for the umpteenth time.

As she expected silence was her answer and her voice echoed aimlessly all around her. Gonyhe gritted her teeth and fought against the pain, clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. She would overcome this, she had to.

"Please." She whispered as a tear splashed onto the darkness.

Once again, just as she was about to give up all hope and succumb to the darkness of the void, it was King Kai's voice that was to be her saviour.

'Focus on Gohan, embrace the pain. It will go against all your natural instincts, but it will bring you closer to him …'

King Kai's last few words hung on in the air for a few more seconds before leaving Gonyhe in the silence again. She resisted the urge to scream at the Kai. What did he know? He wasn't the one here feeling like his insides where being put through a presser and what did he mean embrace pain?

Urgh! Why did he have to be so cryptic?

Once more, Gonyhe focused completely on Gohan, imagining his bright face shining like a beacon in the darkness. Once more, the excruciating pain in her chest sprung up like an inferno and assaulted her, but this time instead of stopping she continued to think about Gohan and the pain only intensified.

Gohan. Gohan. Gohan. Gohan. Gohan. Gohan. Gohan.

If Gonyhe didn't know any better, she'd say that she was actually hearing his voice echo all around her.

Wait a minute, she was!

Peeling open one eye and ignoring the pain in her chest, Gonyhe stood up and did in fact find that in the distance she could hear her brothers voice. Getting excited, Gonyhe began to walk in the general direction she could hear her brother's voice.

As time passed, his voice began to get louder and louder until it was like a roaring all around. She didn't know how long she had been walking, nor did she know in which direction she had been walking, but in the end she ended up tripping up over something and face-planting straight into what she assumed was the ground.

Grumbling incoherently, she pushed herself onto her knees and began to grope around blindly, looking for anything to give sight into where she was . When her hand brushed over something warm and moving she screamed and fell backwards, landing on her back with a moan of protest. Gonyhe lay flat on her back, looking up into the seemingly, never-ending darkness and tried to calm her racing heart by breathing slowly.

"W-w-who's there?" Gonyhe asked in a pathetic attempt at trying to sound brave.

Sniffling was her only reply.

"Hello?!" Gonyhe demanded more aggressively.

"G-go-Nyhe?" Came a familiar whimpering voice.

Gonyhe's eyes widened in surprise as she squinted through the darkness trying to see the familiar face the voice came from.

"Gohan?" Gonyhe shouted excitedly.

"Gonyhe!" Gohan echoed. "But you're dead." His voice fell.

"Ermm, yeah well, I suppose, minor details. What's more important is the fact that you've lost your marbles and are about to blow up the whole planet, yourself and Piccolo and Bulma - blow up Vegeta if you want."

Was it Gonyhe or was the void around her starting to get brighter?

There was no reply.

"Gohan, if you don't answer me, Kami help me!"

Once again, there was no reply.

Gonyhe sighed, picking herself up off her back and kneeling down, her hand darting out to grasp something that felt remotely like clothes. She shook Gohan around roughly but sighed in defeat when she didn't get a response out of him. Instead, she bowed her head in an attempt to hide her watery eyes.

"Please Gohan. You can't do this, it hurts me as well you know? I know how much this is hurting you, Kami knows, I felt it myself, but blowing yourself up isn't the answer. Do you think dad would want this? Do you think this was what Piccolo trained us to use our powers for, to blow ourselves up for nothing? Remember, we've got the dragon balls, I can and will be wished back. Please Gohan, I miss you but I'll see you soon. Please, do you think your going to get rid of me that easy? It takes more than a glorified nutcase to keep me down."

There was a long pause then the scenery around them started to change and morph. The world seemed to spin, then there was a bright flash of eye watering light and when the light faded, there was Gohan, standing up and looking at Gohan with a mischievous smile. His hand was reached out toward her and Gonyhe hesitantly took it, grateful for the time being of the fact that the pain in her chest was gone.

Gohan pulled Gonyhe straight into his chest for a hug which Gonyhe readily except, not knowing herself how much she actually needed it until it happened. Then in another bright flash of light the white light around them suddenly vanished only to be replaced by a very familiar, picturesque scene.

They were back at Mount Pouz, in a clearing, standing next to a crystal clear lake which seemed to glitter as the midday sun hit it. All around the lake was overgrown shrubbery and flowers of every colour imaginable. It was a truly beautiful place and Gonyhe could see why this was the backdrop for their reunion. The only two people who actually knew of it's existence where Gohan and Gonyhe and the two demi-saiyans had spent many a day just relaxing by that meadow in the pre-Raditz days.

After a few more moments, both children pulled back and grinned at each other. "So, you're not suicidal now?" Gonyhe asked hopefully.

Gohan chuckled and shook his head.

"Good."

Gonyhe grimaced feeling a pulling behind her naval, like something was trying to force her to come back. She tried to fight the feeling but it steadily became more and more uncomfortable and she eventually couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sorry Gohan but I think I've got to go, something wants me to go back to King Kai's." Gonyhe told the crestfallen Gohan.

Gohan's eyes widened. "You're training with King Kai, didn't dad train with him?"

Gonyhe grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Yup, I'm going to get strong like you and daddy, so you better watch out, 'cos when I get back I'm gonna kick your butt."

Gohan merely smiled back and tapped the side of his nose. "We'll see."

As the pulling feeling intensified, Gonyhe managed one last wave to her brother before the world around her faded to white and she found herself falling, spiralling downwards.

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Gonyhe sat up with a gasp, like she'd just released breath after having held it in for a long time. She wiped a few beads of sweat off of her top brow and pulled herself up so she was sitting cross legged on the grass. Gonyhe could feel the eyes of many a fighter stare into her but she didn't acknowledge them, instead focussing on the ground with a frightening intensity.

It could have been hours for all Gonyhe was noticing until eventually the scar-faced fighter cleared his throat uncomfortably, ending the silence.

"Well?" He asked expectantly.

"I stopped him, he's not going to self destruct."

A cheer went up from the Earth fighters and the Kai. After a few minutes of celebrations, King Kai eventually decided to interrupt things by whistling loudly, after all, there was training to get on with.

"Now. I believe we have some training to get on with. I said I would teach you the Kaio Ken technique and I never go back on my word, ah! That reminds me of a joke I heard: What do you call a one legged donkey? WONKEY! Hahahahaha!"

King Kai was doubled over clutching his stomach as the others just stared unresponsive at the deranged Kai. They blinked a few times at him before sighing. Yamcha was just confused though.

"How did he get donkey from Kaio Ken?"

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Overhead, lightening struck random spots periodically, the screaming of the wind showed no intention of letting up and the shaking of the ground below was enough to floor even Vegeta.

As the mighty Saiyan prince battled with the elements and his own jealousy, Piccolo found things a little harder to swallow. The Namekan warrior didn't know what to feel as he watched his young pupil hanging suspended in the air, his eyes glowing a ghostly white. The outline of his small form was just visible through the light which his body was emitting. His mouth was still open in a screaming position but Piccolo could no longer tell if the boy was still screaming, after a while it had stopped hurting him so it was entirely possible that the half-ling's voice had reached an octave even Piccolo couldn't hear.

Then as if nothing happened, time itself seemed to freeze as the ground stopped shaking and gravity returned, allowing the various bits of planet, shrubbery and the occasional part of building that were floating overhead to come back to ground with a crash. The clouds disappeared as quickly as the appeared and the lightening was also quick to stop, after a few more seconds it seemed as if the vicious winds were nothing but a dream.

Piccolo and Vegeta were hard pressed to avoid the falling masses from the sky.

Gohan's body started to dim as the light seemed to be absorbed back into his tiny form. There was a cry of surprise from Gohan as his hair flashed repeatedly from its golden hue to it's natural back. It continued doing this for a few moments before finally settling on staying black, instantaneously Gohan's eyes returned to coal black.

Then the little warrior began to plummet from the sky, the effects of what he had accomplished in the last two hours alone finally catching up to him.

Piccolo sighed as his student crashed into the ground, wiping a bead of sweat away from his forehead in the process. At last it was over, they could finally head back home and relax. Even to Piccolo, that sounded nice.

Now there was only one question, just how where they supposed to get home?

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A/N: WOOOOH! An update. Bet you all really want to kill me right now. I can give no exact time to when I'm going to update next, but I will do it as quickly as I can.