Gohan stood outside, large snowflakes falling in his black-as-night hair, while he looked onwards on the undisturbed land of white. The tree in his front yard was now like an ice cream cone. The white snow was like a thick blanket across the land; its reach was farther then Gohan could see. And all around him was silence. No song from the birds; they were dead. No movement in his house behind him; they all laid still. Instead, he was only comforted by the whistle of the wind as he blew past him, bringing up snowflakes to brush his face. The wind bit his nose and ears, but he was oblivious to it. He was only concentrating to the figure in front of him.

Gohan took a step forward the same time the shadow in front of him did. They walked silently upon the snow towards the other; not even the crunching of the snow was heard. The figure watched Gohan; Gohan glared at it. Until they stood in front of each other.

Impossible to any physics, Gohan could still not see the figure in front of him. He was permanently consumed in shadows that surrounded it. He radiated of darkness, black swirls of mist surrounding its body. A body of a boy, the same height of Son Gohan.

" Who are you?" Gohan asked, breaking the silence. There was a small echo once the words left his lips, filling the light sky with sound.

The shadow, though, did not return an answer. It stood still, while the wind bellowed around them, picking up pace. It shifted the figure's blackness, switching its current flow around it.

The silence continued between the meeting foes, staring at one another. Gohan found no eyes from this shadow, nothing but blackness in its face.

Suddenly the wind began to take a furious turn and blew hard around the boys. Snow was caught by it and surged around them like a whirlwind, getting thicker and thicker. The shadow was raising its power.

Gohan stepped back slowly as the shadow's mist waved around more franticly, slapping the wind angrily. It wavered in an exotic dance of freedom before it closed back in around its force. Now it looked much like the electricity that surrounded Gohan's body when he turned SSJ 2 for the first time and faced Cell. And the scene before him was all too frightening familiar.

Then the blackness suddenly stilled, stopped in its position. It was like the figure had gone completely frozen. The wind quieted then stopped completely. The whirlwind of snow fell helplessly to the ground in swaying laziness. But the peace did not last long. Before Gohan could blink, the blackness cracked. Then there was a small explosion as it was burst open and shattered to millions of pieces that fell to the ground and faded into the snow. And where the shadow once stood was a boy with gravity resistant blonde hair. A face of a warrior with deep green blue eyes. He wore a white gi, exposing his muscled chest. A gold sash was wrapped around his waist, swaying slightly the gold aura that surrounded him. One hundred karat gold wristbands clung above his hands, a tightening grasp on his muscled arms. He wore white boots with gold clips (much resembling Future Trunks' attire). And he looked at Gohan with a blank face but sparkling, knowledge eyes. Beautiful eyes that shone with war and peace; grace and clumsiness; hate and love; but most of all: forgiveness.

Oh god…Gohan thought, taking another horrid step back. It's me…

The boy, that was once a shadow, smiled slowly. It was sad smile…but strong…and it knew.

" Let go," he said. " Let it go."

Gohan was sitting up in bed when he opened his eyes to look down upon his clenched fists. His head pounded worse then ever and it felt like his brain was trying to get out franticly. He tried to ignore it, but it was no use. The dream was soon forgotten as pain overtook him.

I tell ya, that was so fun!!! Thanks for everyone's support!!!! *grabs her reviewers and hugs them all before bursting into tears*