*hisses with frustration* I know what I want to write but I can't really think right now! So I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of sloppy.

Gohan was thrown to the ground, thanks to Picc-er Daimou's hand, and skid along from impact. When he stopped, he opened his tired eyes slowly to look at two Saiyan boots in front of him. He didn't have to look to know they belonged to his enemy, Bardock.

" Good morning Gohan," Bardock said coolly. " Sleep well?"

" Eh…" Gohan murmured, shutting his eyes again. Maybe he could act dead or something…

" Come on, up and at 'em," Bardock ordered, nudging Gohan roughly.

" Leave me alone," Gohan whined. Maybe they would go away if he just pretended to be at home…

" Ah, such a cheerful manner," Bardock laughed. " Kakarott, would you do the honors."

At the name, Gohan's eyes snapped open. Seconds later, rough hands were pulling Gohan up to his feet against his absolute will. More laughter erupted from the pure bred Saiyan.

" Gohan not feeling well today?" Bardock taunted. Gohan looked up groggily to watch his enemy cross his arms slowly, a familiar grin on his face. It sorta reminded Gohan of Vegeta…

Thinking of the noble prince, Gohan looked around but slowly. He felt if he moved too fast he would die from pain but if he didn't move around he would fall asleep. It was ironic how life worked.

First, Gohan only spotted his father's hand, gripping his shoulder tightly. He also changed his wear. Instead of the traditional orange gi that Gohan knew was his father, this man wore black Saiyan armor and undergarments. His boots were the only thing white, along with the chest plate. Gohan sighed inwardly. Kakarott. He would have to keep reminding himself that this was no longer his father.

Steadily, Gohan moved his eyes to the next sight, Daimou. Looked exactly like Piccolo. No change in his clothes, nothing. Piccolo. Daimou. Piccolo…

" Getting a good last look?" A voice broke in. Gohan's eyes snapped towards it to settle upon the noble Prince. His arms were crossed, grinning. Wore the same outfit as his fath-Kakarott.

" Seems you haven't changed," Gohan said weakly. " Did you join them willingly?"

Vegeta grinned slowly; tilting his head to the side in an arrogant way, " Believe what you want to, kid."

" I will."

" Enough with the chatter," Bardock broke in. Gohan looked back at him. " We have one more person for you to meet, Gohan."

" Who could that be?" Gohan said wearily. " My mom?"

Bardock laughed wickedly, turning his head to the ceiling, " No. The mastermind of this entire plan."

" Do I know him?"

" No. But you will soon."

Soon was just right. Right as Bardock was speaking those words he began to glow. Not like a Super Saiyan. With darkness. With evil. Gohan could even feel the pressure of the power from where he stood.

" My name is Fog," Bardock whispered. Suddenly, Bardock was no longer Bardock.