And we're back! The chapter which you have all been waiting for!

Last time on TGWOA: Our favorite white haired protagonist discovered a truth about his family which shocked him to the core. After an emotional breakdown, the white haired boy left the house with no clear destination in mind. After a while he stopped, only to be knocked out at the hands of a mysterious figure. Who was it? And what will happen to Lincoln?

Read on to find out!

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Chapter 1:A legend reborn! The Golden Warrior of Hope returns!

He woke up with a groan and a massive headache. His eyes snapped open as he quickly absorbed his surroundings. It was nighttime and he was in a forest, where he couldnt tell and standing before him was the last person he wanted to see.

"Chandler." Lincoln growled.

"Hey there, Larry. Had a nice nap?"

Standing before him was the same snobby kid that he had once tried to impress so he could go to his party. Now he was Lincoln's main nemesis, intent on making his life a living hell. However, he wasn't alone.

Standing beside him like the brainless grunts that they are, were Hank and Hawk. Two large kids who had almost ruined Halloween for everyone, if it hadn't been for Lincoln's sacrifice.

"What the hell do you want, Chandler?" he snapped.

Chandler spread his hands. "What I want? Well, it's hard to know where to begin. Let's see... Money, women, power, and -what else?- Oh, yeah! Your head!" He gestured to the two grunts behind him. "As for these fine gentlemen, I offered them a simple deal. Help me get rid of you and I'll give them whatever they want once I take over this town."

"Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?" Lincoln asked mockingly.

In response, Chandler lit up his fist, creating a small fireball in his hands. Lincoln looked at him in shock and fear. "You're a metahuman." he choked out.

"Bingo! My parents happen to work at Lexcorp and took me there one day. The people there had been working on some sort of formula that would give a person meta-human powers. It hadn't been tested yet, but I slipped a vial of it inside my pocket and smuggled it back home. Took me a couple of weeks to get the hang of it, but it's completely worth it. All that's left is a quick field test and who else to test them on but you? First I'll get rid of you then I'll rule this town!" Chandler laughed manically. It was clear to anyone but him that the serum had altered his state of mind drastically, making him lose his sanity.

"The Justice League will stop you!" Lincoln said.

Chandler laughed. "Oh please, Those League guys are way too occupied with all those big threats, why should they care about some small town? And even if they beat me, what are they going to do? Lock me up? I'll be out before they know it. Face it, there's no such thing as justice."

As much as he hated to admit it he was right. Every time the superheroes locked someone up, they would be out in a month or so, doing the same thing, over and over again.

'Is this the real world? People dying, suffering, living in fear and the villains get off scot free?' Lincoln thought.

"I would love to keep on chatting with you but I'm kind of on a tight schedule. After all, a city ain't gonna enslave itself. Am I right?" he asked. His goons laughed stupidly. Chandler snapped his fingers, giving Hank and Hawk the signal to go.

"Hey Hank, isn't this the same kid who messed with us on Halloween?" Hawk asked.

"Yeah Hawk, this is him. Let's show what happens when you mess with us." Hank said. They cracked their knuckles and did the only thing they were good at.

Lincoln tried to defend himself in vain. Hank and Hawk beat him up, punching him in the face many times.

After a couple of minutes, Chandler signaled them to stop. They backed up, leaving the white haired boy on his hands and knees, a small trail of blood rolling down his face; bruises covering his face, arms and chest.

"Oh poor Larry. Always abandoned. How pathetic."

He was choking up, furious at how weak he was. All his life, he had been helpless as other people had walked over him. His sisters. His parents. Everyone. He had just smiled and shrugged it off.

"You've always been a loser. The only thing you're good at is being a punching bag for everyone. Hahahaha... you're such a chump."

Lincoln's weeping eyes only confirmed how deep his words were cutting him, but Chandler was only starting to have his fun. Before he granted death, he wanted to break the boy, mind, body and soul.

"You know Larry, after I'm done with you I'll probably take some of your sisters and make them my personal whores. How does that sound?" Chandler taunted Lincoln, completely certain that there was nothing the boy could do to stop him.

A wave of heat suddenly flooded Lincolns's ears and forehead, jolting him back to reality. His hands braced against the grass, each grasped a handful of the soft dirt and clenched tightly.

Lincoln slowly and shakily got to his feet, staring at Chandler with the most frightening glare possible. Chandler just continued to taunt him. "Oh yeah, I'll probably take that dumb blonde bimbo and the musical one... I'll make them my own personal bitches! And maybe that Ronnie Anne too."

Slowly but surely, he felt rage starting to fill his being. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Sounds great. What about you Hank and Hawk?" Chandler asked.

Hank grinned. "We don't really need slaves."

"But we could use those twin brats and that little shitbag in a diaper as punching bags." Hawk said.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on my baby sister!" Lincoln shouted.

"Or else what? Your gonna call mommy and daddy to come save them? Your so pathetic!" Hank yelled, laughing alongside the rest.

Chandler snapped his fingers as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot about our other guest. Bring him here."

The two bullies left only to return a moment later with a very familiar person. An African American boy with glasses and black hair styled into an afro.

"Clyde!"

"Lincoln!" Clyde yelled. "Chandler's gone crazy!"

"Yeah I know!" The dark skinned boy was unceremoniously tossed to the ground. Chandler had a wicked smile on his face as he studied Clyde. He had an idea on how to make the albino suffer even more.

"You know what, Larry? I've changed my mind. You ain't good enough to test these powers on." He lit a flame in each hand and aimed them straight at Clyde. "But your buddy is."

"Oh, shit." Clyde said.

"No, Clyde!" Lincoln yelled in anguish.

It was too late. A huge stream of fire left his hand heading right towards his best friend. Suddenly an image sprung up.

A bald monk in some sort of armor was being levitated into the air. He had a look of fear on his face as he was slowly being lifted further and further by an unseen force.

"STOP IT CHANDLER!" the image of Chandler was suddenly replaced with another.

A white and purple bipedal lizard was grinning sadistically as he closed his hand.

"DON'T DO THIS, CHANDLER!"

The stream of flames hit Clyde head on. The bespectacled boy could only scream in pain as he was being roasted alive. The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning flesh flooded the area.

After a couple of minutes it stopped. The fire dissipated revealing the results for all to see.

There was nothing left of the boy who had been Lincoln's best friend since kindergarten. The ground was charred and black while trails of smoke wafted of the ground.

Lincoln was shocked and horrified. His best friend... His oldest and most dearest of his friends. Who had stuck with him every time his sisters drove him mad, whenever he was feeling down and whenever he needed someone to confide into his problems, Clyde was always there. And now he was gone. At the hands of a maniac with an ego problem.

"No... NO!" Lincoln screamed, the grief in his voice cutting through the night sky like a knife.

"Aw, are you gonna cry? I hope not, since I want to see you suffer more!" Chandler yelled.

Lincoln Loud could take a lot of things. Insults, humiliation, beatings... He could endure all of that and shrug it off with a smile.

But not anymore. That was it. After so long it finally happened.

Lincoln snapped.

The boys continued to laugh, unaware of the beast that was about to awaken.

Storm clouds started to gather above as lightning struck the ground at random intervals. Hank seemed to notice this first, as he pulled at Chandler's arm. "Uh, boss?"

"What?!" Chandler snapped. Hank pointed upwards. The rest of the boys looked up too, finally noticing the odd weather conditions.

Out of seemingly nowhere, winds started to pick up inside the forest. The ground started to rumble and shake violently. Then everyone felt an immense pressure that forced them to their knees, leaving them gasping for breath. Everyone was confused until they saw that the source of it was Lincoln himself.

He was clenching his fists so hard that it made them bleed as he gritted his teeth. His eyes switched from their normal black color to a turquoise every few seconds while his hair spiked up a bit as he only felt pure, primal, unstoppable rage at the sorry excuse for human beings before him.

"You heartless bastards..." he grunted in anger. The three boys gulped in fear and started to back away in fear. Rage suddenly began to smolder inside him, pure and directed. He lifted his head, his eyes piercing through the heartless murderer in front of him. Lincoln felt himself slipping deeper into the rage, and he welcomed it. With fists shaking with tension, teeth clenched, and all his muscles rippling with pure unadulterated anger, he welcomed the power into him.

Thunder came striking down hard as Lincoln grunted louder, his thoughts drowned out by the pure primal rage that he was feeling.

"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!"

With a mighty yell that could be heard for miles, a golden aura exploded around Lincoln; creating a current of wind that threw up large pieces of rubble and uprooted several trees, forcing the other six to cover their eyes. When it died down, they slowly uncovered themselves and stood up.

The area was a mess, with the ground partially destroyed and the surrounding trees in shambles. They looked towards the dust cloud where the Loud boy had been and when they caught sight of him, they would have the shock of their lives.

Lincoln's hair was spiked up and no longer its original white color, but a brilliant gold that looked like the sun itself, while an aura with the same color surrounded him. His eyes had changed from their previous black color to a terrifying turquoise. His muscles had somehow bulged as well, and he appeared at least an inch taller.

In several different places all across the universe, many beings felt the power surge that came from Earth. Most didn't know what the source of this incredible energy was, but those who did had only one thought:

'At last. He has awakened.'

Lincoln started to walks towards Chandler and the with the same terrifying glare that he sported earlier, the ground cracking beneath his feet as pebbles floated in the air by the immense power he was putting out

"I won't let you get away with this! YOU HEAR ME! I'M GONNA TAKE YOU DOWN!" Lincoln shouted at the top of his lungs.

Chandler snapped out of his fear induced state and yelled, "Don't just stand there like a bunch of idiots! Get him! He's still the same loser from before!" Although he was starting to doubt that.

Hank and Hawk walked towards Lincoln. Either they were very brave or very stupid.

Probably the latter.

"Yeah, he's right. Just cause you put on some wacky light show doesn't mean that you're-"

WHAM!

Whatever Hank was gonna say was cut off as Lincoln had dashed forward, the ground shattering beneath his feet and slugged him right across the face. He didn't let up as he zoomed behind and kicked him in the side. Hank spit out an incredible amount of blood as a loud cracking sound could be heard, indicating that several of his ribs had been broken. The kick was so strong it sent Hank flying into the trees, were he lay completely still, not moving in the slightest.

"Hank!" Hawk yelled enraged. He threw a punch at Lincoln, but with his newfound power, it seemed to move in slow motion. Lincoln just raised his hand and caught the bully's hand in his own. Hawk tried to desperately pull his hand back but the small boy's grip was just too strong.

Seeing that he was distracted, Chandler decided to act. He created a large fireball and hurled it straight at the golden haired boy. Lincoln seeing the attack coming, threw Hawk at the fireball and the two met each other halfway. The sound of the explosion almost drowned out Hawk's agonized screams as he was burned alive.

After having dealt with them, Lincoln turned around, just in time to swat away an incoming fireball.

He saw Chandler preparing another fireball to throw. But Lincoln struck first, a powerful blow in the gut as Chandler made a soundless expression of pain from being punched, unguarded, in the gut from this new and strange power. Another seemingly animal-like scream was all the warning he got from Lincoln when he followed up his punch with a right hook across the face.

He was sent soaring through the air, until Lincoln materialized behind him. He threw a couple more punches, followed by a roundhouse kick. Chandler was helpless as the golden haired boy used him as his punching bag. He axe handled him, sending Chandler flying back and into the ground, forming a long crater as he slid to a stop while gasping in pain.

Lincoln landed a few feet away from him with a confident smirk on his face.

The meta gawks at him with fear and shock smeared all across his face. With hesitation in his voice, he demands answers. "Y-you... you... what are you...?"

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Replies the golden-haired warrior before him confidently. His smirk vanishes, replaced by an unnerving scowl. "I'm the talentless boy who has always been looked down on, either by his sisters or by everyone else. Until you made a grave mistake. YOU MADE ME MAD!"

Chandler trembles in fright from his words, the harsh realization finally hitting him no matter how hard he tries to deny it.

"I am the warrior of legends, pure of heart and awakened by fury. That's what I am." The words flowed from his mouth without thought, as if someone else was saying them, though they seemed oddly familiar. He remained silent for a moment to let his words sink into his enemy. With a mighty roar and a bright, golden aura bursting forth, he declares, "I AM THE LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN! SON GOKU!"

The wind gusts blow away the smoke left in the area, leaving only the sound of his buzzing aura and the pained gasps of a still shaking Chandler. The boy stares into his green eyes and trembles in fear. "No.. I won't let him beat me..."

His calm composure returns as Chandler clenches his jaw and scowls at the golden haired warrior before him, eager to crush him more than anything else. "It doesn't matter who you are! I'll still crush you like the insignificant loser that you are!"

He accentuated his point by firing a volley of fireballs from his hands. Lincoln ran around dodging and weaving between them. "You can run!" Chandler proclaims with a malicious smile. "But it doesn't matter. Sooner or later you will BURN!"

He unleashed a literal inferno from his hands, setting the entire forest ablaze in a desperate attempt to trap him. The flames spread out, burning and devouring everything they came across. Lincoln scowled at his continued but futile attempts at victory. Changing directions he headed straight towards the crazed meta, ducking and jumping between the onslaught of fire headed his way.

This was exactly what Chandler wanted. He cupped his hands together, raised them towards the sky and charged his most powerful attack. A giant fireball, the size of a house formed between his palms.

He waited till he was in position and when he saw that the Super Sayain was close enough, he threw it with all his might. The golden haired warrior widened his eyes at the humongous ball of fiery death traveling towards him. There was no way he could avoid that.

BOOOOM!

The attack hit him dead on and exploded in a spectacular display. The explosion shakes the entire surrounding area, sending smoke and debris flying into the air.

Chandler grinned. There was no way that the dork had survived that. He turned around and slowly began walking away.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Chandler froze, the satisfied smirk leaving his face. Whipping around, the meta saw Lincoln slowly walking towards him as if he didn't have a care in the world. His shirt had been ripped, leaving his chest exposed. There were a couple of wounds and burn marks on his body, but otherwise he seemed okay.

"What's the matter, Chandler? You look lke you've seen a ghost." Asks Lincoln, a cocky smirk on his face at his enemy's failure to kill him.

Utter dread and terror filled the brown haired boy. In a shaky voice, he asked, "H-H- How are you still alive?! That attack was strong enough to wipe out a whole city block!"

Lincoln's confident smirk never wavered as he mocked him. "So you can wipe out entire city blocks, but not a single man? Man, talk about lame."

His smirk vanished, replaced by an unnerving scowl. "This fight's over. It's clear you're no match for me. Just give up and go home." he told the shell shocked meta. He turned around and started walking away.

Chandler stood there, not moving an inch until his head snapped up with pure fury. "I WON'T BE HUMILIATED LIKE THIS! DIE, YOU BASTARD!" He fired a stream of fire at Lincoln, intending to burn him alive.

Lincoln whipped around and fired a large yellow beam from his palm. It cut right through the attack and completely engulfed the insane meta.

"NOOOOOOO!" Chandler screamed in pain as he was completely obliterated, his body turning into dust.

There was complete silence on the battlefield. The Lincoln broke the silence.

"What an idiot. I gave him a chance to walk away and what does he do? He spits it in my face and tries to stab me from behind. Or burn. Whatever."

Lincoln dropped his hand. His eyes and hair turned back to normal as he fell unconscious, the drain on his body too much to stay awake.

Darkness.

That was Lincoln found himself in. An infinite void of black with no end in sight.

Where am I?

What happened?

A sudden burst of bright light illuminated the area, causing the source of the questions to cover his eyes, when he opened them he saw that he was in a forest clearing near a river bed.

"WAAAAAAAAH!"

A sudden noise snapped him out of his thoughts. After growing up with five younger sisters, he would recognize that sound anywhere. The sound of a baby crying.

'Is that Lily? No, it doesn't sound like her.' His sister Lily was a girl. That sounded like a boy.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He followed for the source of the noise, after looking around for a few moments, his eyes landed on a naked baby crying.

'Who in their right mind would leave their baby out here? And why?' He thought. 'And why does it look so familiar?'

His eyes widened when he took a closer look at him, noticing his unusual spiky black hair and, more importantly, his eyes.

'H-his eyes, t-they looks a lot like mine. Is that me? Is this some sort of dream? O-or some illusion?'

His thoughts were halted when he heard the rustling in the bush near the baby, he looked towards the direction of the bush to see a short, stubby old man come out from behind it. He had small dark eyes and bushy white mustache. He wore a Chinese Martial Arts uniform, which consisted of a sleeveless orange jacket over a long sleeved black shirt, and wore a green hat, on his back was big empty basket.

"Who's that?" The boy asked no one in particular.

The old man's eyes fell on the baby, "Oh!" He gasped, "What is this now?" He took a few steps closer to him, "A baby? But from where?" He asked no one in particular as he picked the baby up, the baby calming down in his arms, a tail from the baby's bottom curling open.

"Is that a tail?" the white haired boy asked, his eyes widening at the sight of a monkey tailed baby.

The old man laughed a little when he saw the tail. "Looks like you've got a tail! Ho ho ho ho" He let out a small chuckle.

"We can't just leave you here, now can we? Shall I take you to my home?" The old man asked the baby holding him close to his face. The baby tried to kick him while gurgling, the unexpected kick made the old man's head jerk back to avoid it, earning another chuckle from the old martial artist, "Well you certainly are a feisty one, aren't you? Ho ho ho ho ho. My name is Gohan" The old man introduced himself to the baby, "and from now on you'll be my grandson." The old man paused for a moment before looking at the direction of the baby with a confused look, "But what to name you?" He pondered for a few seconds.

"Hmmm."

"Hmmmmm."

His eyes snapped open as he thought of a name, "Oh! I know! I'll call you Goku, you like that?"

Baby Goku gurgled and reached out his arms waving them.

"You grow up nice and strong, okay?" Gohan finished, smiling warmly at baby Goku.

"Goku? Why does that name sound familiar?" The albino thought.

"That's because it's my…." A voice spoke up, as the entire scene around him suddenly froze. Everything motionless, even the wind seemed to have stopped.

He turned around to look at the source of the voice. It was a man.

The man looked at Lincoln, his onyx black eyes scanning the white haired boy up and down, as if sizing him up.

He wore an orange fighting Gi with a blue under-shirt, coupled with blue boots and blue wrist bands. His raven black hair exploded from his head in all directions, defying gravity completely.

"Or maybe I should say our name." Goku finished, having a big goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Hey there! I'm Son Goku. And you're my reincarnation."

The chapter is finally finished and... WHAAAAT? Guess you weren't expecting that, were you? Or maybe you were.

Lincoln has unlocked a power unlike any other. And our favorite anime character has finally made his debut.

What is his connection to Lincoln? What will he do?

Find out in the next chapter of 'The Greatest Warrior of All'

Next time on the 'TGWOA': The Man with the Plan meets the Warrior of legend. Lincoln will learn the truth about himself that will change his entire destiny. This revelation will take him on a journey unlike any other.

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