Gohan powered up to his Super Saiyan 2 form. He and Trunks had been training for four months,
and they had both already mastered Super Saiyan 2 and even reached Super Saiyan 3. Their
power had increased quickly and dramatically, and Gohan himself was amazed with Trunks' vast
improvement. Gohan smiled, his stiff, rage-filled opponent across from him, floating in the void,
waiting for the first move to be made.
"YYAAHH!!" screamed Gohan, flying at Trunks and swinging his fist at him. Trunks dodged the
attack quickly, spinning upside-down and jutting his leg into Gohan's chest. Gohan escaped a
solid connection, striking at Trunks' open area, ramming him across the face.
Trunks wiped a trickle of blood from his face. "Bring it on."
*****
Pan flew through the air toward Muten Roshi's house. Bra followed closely behind, yelling at her
friend. "This isn't a good idea! We shouldn't be doing this! Why are we doing this?! You're
crazy!"
Pan ignored her protests and continued flying toward the house. She would prove herself
somehow. Surging forward at full speed, she was able to see the back of the Kame House. In the
distance, and intense battle was going on, and she could see Ubuu and Tenshinhan watching the
battle, so Vegeta had to be fighting Gojitto. But was he winning- or losing?
Pan and Bra landed behind the house unnoticed by the others who were all engulfed by the drama
taking place. Pan crept around the side of the house, peeking around the corner with Bra just in
time to see Gojitto fire a ground-breaking blast at Vegeta, and appear to kill him. Bra started to
scream, but Pan put her hand over her friend's mouth. "He's okay. Look."
As the smoke cleared, Vegeta hovered calmly over Gojitto, unscratched, and smirking. "I
expected better."
Gojitto took a step back. What had occurred that had made his enemy so strong? That pill was
amazing, what it did for the Saiyan- how could he get top be that strong, like Vegeta? He had to
win, Vegeta must be absorbed. he would gather Kakarotto himself eventually- he would find a
way.
Gojitto screamed, breaking up the ground beneath him, raising his hands and hurling huge balls of
ki at Vegeta, who easily dodging each one. Gojitto suddenly stopped, jumping back and leaping
into the air, ramming into Vegeta's chest and knocking him backward into the sky. Gojitto
warped above him, slamming the Saiyan down into the ocean and following him closely behind.
Vegeta landed on the bottom of the ocean, only to immediately be slammed into by Gojitto's left
fist, knocking him to the ground, Gojitto landed on top of him and started punching Vegeta in the
chest, trying make the Saiyan prince release his breath and choke to death. Vegeta smiled and his
ki shoved Gojitto away. Gojitto looked in awe. Was there no way to win? Vegeta gave an
uppercut to Gojitto in the chin, sending the warrior out of the water and back onto the land.
Gojitto could barely raise his head, a bright red wound on his forehead, and blood dripping from
his mouth. The warrior glared as he stood, facing his opponent, who confidently stood on the
shoreline. Gojitto lunged forward, punching Vegeta in the face. Vegeta didn't falter, merely
grabbed Gojitto's arm and twisted it until a snap could be heard. Gojitto howled and fell to his
knees in pain.
"Your mind is a twisted one, Gojitto. I can never let you destroy Earth, you pitiful moron! I'm
not about to risk the lives on my family and friends by allowing you to live."
Gojitto was amazed at Vegeta's courage. Suddenly, his mind perked up, and he sensed the
powers of Pan and Bra. He spun around, staring directly into Pan's eyes. The two girls stumbled
backward and fell to the ground. Vegeta looked over. "Bra? Pan?"
Gojitto warped next to them, picking up Bra and holding her by the neck. Vegeta started to
attack, but Gojitto tightened his hold on the girl, so he stopped.
"Let my daughter go."
"I am no fool. This is MY trump card."
"You are low, using a little girl as a human shield to protect yourself instead of dying gracefully."
"Maybe... but failure is not an option."
Vegeta raised his hand. Gojitto tightened his grip again. "Now, now... wouldn't want to see Bra
hurt, would we?"
Vegeta growled, fear for his daughter's life visible in his eyes. Gojitto grinned. At that precise
moment, Ubuu leapt at Gojitto ramming into his right side and knocking him over, causing him to
release Bra. Ubuu stood up and ran over to Bra, picking her up by her waist. "Are you okay?" he
asked, handling her gently.
"Yes, I am," said Bra, staring into Ubuu's eyes. Ubuu blushed realizing what she was doing.
Vegeta yelled at Ubuu. "Ubuu! Get my daughter and Pan out of here! NOW!!" The young
warrior nodded his head and flew off into the sky, carrying Bra cradled in his hands, Pan
following close behind.
Gojitto, weakened by the surprise attack, staggered to his feet, only to find Vegeta leering at his a
few inches from the fusion's face. "So, you dare try to harm my daughter? I'm done playing. You
die now."
Vegeta crushed his fists into Gojitto's chest, each blow breaking a bone, each recoil preparing for
the next punch. Gojitto reeled with numbness, the pain now so strong that he couldn't feel it.
Death was the only outcome if he remained. He hated it, but he would have to retreat. Vegeta
slammed his right fist into Gojitto's shoulder and knocked him into the wall of the Kame House
and crushing the wooden wallboards. Gojitto stumbled forward, and then leaped into the air,
flying above the others.
Tenshinhan yelled at Vegeta. "Taiyoken!"
Vegeta instantly realized that Gojitto was going to escape. "No, I won't let him."
Gojitto laughed, knowing he was already free. "No, Tenshinhan, I had a different move in mind,"
he told the two, pressing his index and middle fingers up to his forehead. Vegeta dashed at Gojitto
in a desperate attempt to stop him, but Gojitto was gone before he got within five feet of him.
Vegeta growled. "Dammit! He escaped!"
*****
Pan, Bra, and Ubuu sat in a small room on Kami's Lookout. Pan and Bra hung their heads down,
embarrassed about getting in trouble. Ubuu shifted his gaze uneasily from one to the other, not
sure what to do. Maybe he could provide a little comfort, but how much could he actually do to
make them feel better? Ubuu started to speak, but Bra cut him off. "Ubuu, we're sorry that we
endangered your fight," she said, staring into his eyes, a definite form of sorrow revealed. Ubuu
smiled.
"That's okay, you didn't know what you were doing. Gojitto is a very powerful foe, though, so I
suggest you stay away and let Vegeta handle this matter."
Bra walked over and sat next to Ubuu, brushing up against him. Ubuu moved a little to the right.
So did Bra. Ubuu turned a little red. Bra smiled. "Thank you for saving me, Ubuu. I was really
scared there until you came along."
"Um..." started the hesitating Ubuu, "I- I was just looking out for you. I didn't want to see you
get hurt."
Bra smiled and ran her index finger up Ubuu's chest. "Thank you, Ubuu. It means so much to
me."
Ubuu gulped. "I, uh, gotta go!" he shouted, standing up abruptly and rushing out the door.
Pan walked over to Bra and frowned. "What were you just doing?"
Bra looked up at the ceiling. "Don't you think that Ubuu guy's cute?"
"WHAT?!" shouted Pan in shock. "UBUU?!"
"Yep," exclaimed Bra, "he'd make a great boyfriend."
"BOYFRIEND?! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOUR TINY SHELL OF A BRAIN?!"
"I dunno. But when he saved me, I actually saw the true Ubuu stand out. He's caring, he's kind,
he's shy, and he has that cool mohawk."
*****
Trunks leapt forward, ramming his lower leg at Gohan's gut. The half-Saiyan caught Trunks'
kick, reversed it, and sent the warrior spinning backward. Gohan surged forward, grabbing
Trunks' head and bashing it into his own. Trunks yelled in pain and fell backward, crashing to the
ground of the white void. Gohan wondered how there could even be a floor. He grabbed at his
hair. It was already pretty long, down to almost the middle of his back. He figured he had better
cut it soon. Trunks was pretty shaggy too, his hair resembling that of Mirai Trunks during the Cell
battle.
Gohan estimated that they had been in the ROSAT for almost six months now. Gohan sighed. His
mind was reeling from being cutoff from life. Trunks was a pleasant reassurance, but every time
Gohan went to sleep, his dreams were intense, and he kept thinking of Pan, and Videl, and how
much he missed them. And he also dreamt of... Goku. For some reason, Goku was a silent
magnet, constantly attracting Gohan's dreams into a circuit of mixed logic, which had led Gohan
to believe that his father might be out there somewhere. Piccolo had said once, when Gohan
spoke to him through Dende, that Goku had disappeared from the afterlife, nowhere to be found
in either Heaven or Hell.
Gohan sighed. His mind was raging with unanswered questions and unresolved fears. He felt cold,
and alone, and longed to escape the closing walls of the ROSAT. But training was the only way
he could do it.
Trunks stood up and brushed his hair to the side with his left hand. "Hey! Are we going to
continue or not?"
Gohan smiled. "Yes. Let's fight."