" Come on brat

" Come on brat."

Gohan's head snapped up when he heard a voice in his room and looked towards his door. There, filling the doorway was Kakarott but he was dressed in some weird garments.

Okay, maybe it wasn't too weird but then again, Gohan had never seen them before on his father. Kakarott was wearing his gi again but it was all black with silver ties and wristbands. The boots were silver too with black designs.

" Why are you all dressed up?" Gohan asked.

" Shut up and get dressed," Kakarott hissed and he threw something to Gohan. He caught it and held up the fabric in his hands before him. Unlike Kakarott's, it was the same besides the color. The gi was white, pure as snow, and he had gold wristbands and tie. It looked awfully familiar before it hit him.

The Legendary from his dreams wore something exactly like this.

" I'm not wearing this!" Gohan said hastily and threw it to the ground. Big mistake. Kakarott was at his side immediately and his fist connected with his cheek and Gohan was thrown back against the bed.

" You will wear this, or so help me, I'll put it on for you!" Kakarott yelled, none to gently. Gohan had no choice but comply.

*****

Gohan walked in to a very familiar room. The interior of space surrounded him, showing the distant stars far away. Gohan's eyes trailed to look at the stars that seemed farther away then ever before. How much he wished he could just join those stars or be surrounded by them. He might be safe then. He could be away from the worries of battle, the pressure of strength, the heat of ki…He didn't want to fight. He never ever wanted to fight. He wanted peace. And just as he looked at the stars, he thought about their serenity. How peaceful they were, floating in cosmic space, by themselves. They didn't have to care about a thing. They would live their 'lives' and no one would bother them because they were one of the ultimate…beings. They held heat and light. Light was always so strong. Gohan wished that maybe he had some of that light. Then maybe he could find the strength to beat Fog and get back his friends…an impossible task, he knew.

Leaving the stars, Gohan looked forward expecting the familiar bulking form of a full bred Saiyan. But instead, he saw something else.

Earth.

Beautiful, peaceful Earth.

Oh Kami…Look at it…

The beautiful orb of blue sitting in cold space. A planet full of life and love; hate and vengeance. Filled with human beings that lead a life of their own. They didn't know anything about the battles Goku and the rest fought. That's what Gohan loved about his father so much. He protected innocent eyes and bodies from the horror of blood and battle. At the same time, the full blood Saiyan had enjoyed every evil being because in the end, he always beat them. He enjoyed the thrill of battle. Gohan wondered why he didn't…

" Enjoy the view?" A voice boomed behind him. Gohan was naturally startled and turned around to look into two gleaming red eyes surrounded by a misty veil. Fog.

The mist grinned and straightened. He had taken more of a human shape today, a man probably because of his bold chest and shoulders, tiny waist and long legs. He had no hair. But what was creepy about it was that the man had no real features. It was just a form made out of black mist. Fog probably could change him shape anytime he wanted.

" Where's Bardock?" Gohan asked, fighting back the fear in his throat.

" Right here," Fog answered with a chuckle and patted his body.

" I don't get it," Gohan said softly. " Why do you need Bardock if you can make a form already?"

" I need a body, a heart, to survive, Gohan," Fog said as if he explained this already. " That was my first wish from the Dragonballs. Bring back Bardock."

" What dragonballs are these?" Gohan asked, waiting for this all to settle in.

" What does it matter?" Fog whisked, shrugging his shoulders. " Next, I ask the Dragonballs to find the Legendary."

Gohan grew still.

" He told me he was on a planet named Earth," Fog continued. " And that his name, was Son Gohan."