#(A/N: The poem that's somewhere doesn't belong to me, it's by Langston Hughes....I think....At least that's what my English Teacher said....)

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Mistress 9 smirked as she looked down at the boy. She found it funny that he looked so helpless...like a distraught little lamb... But soon her eyes went from amused to ice cold hatred as she saw that he wasn't backing down.

Five years ago she had escaped from the dimension Pluto and Sailor Moon had cast she and Pharaoh 90 into, leaving everything behind her. She found her old host, Hotaru Tomoe, and reclaimed her body as her own. She was here to unleash destruction and misery upon the world that had forsaken her so long ago.

Five years ago she had consumed all of the Sailor Senshi in an attempt to find the Ginzushou, the ultimate power, but no avail. All were killed with the exception of two: The first one was Venus, who thought she had killed Mistress 9 and ran off shortly afterwards, thinking her job was done. The second was Chibi Moon. Mistress 9 distinctly remembered having her pinned down to the ground, and slowly suffocating her to death. But she also remembered the part of her that couldn't kill her because part of her used to be Hotaru, and Chibiusa had been Hotaru's best and only friend; so she let her get away.

But this time she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She knew Chibiusa had the Ginzushou. Mistress 9 needed the Ginzushou. It was the only thing that revive Pharaoh 90, who was welled up inside her. When he and the Ginzushou would come in contact with each other, Pharaoh 90 would not only be able to expand himself to consume the world, but the galaxy, and possibly the universe. Pitch black darkness, a dream to her.

She stared at the little boy with half hatred, half amusement.

I destroyed that entire building...those two other Saiyans, the man and the boy...they were both stronger than he is....but he's the only one that survived....but he's not getting away this time....

Now, some confused people must be wondering, if all she wanted is the Ginzushou, why is she hunting the Zen Warriors? Simple. When Mistress 9 had infiltrated Hotaru's body for the second time, it had been such a struggle for Hotaru, her body couldn't take it and completely shut down. Mistress 9 needed energy to keep Hotaru's body alive, so, much like Cell, she absorbed the selves of other life forms. This also meant she could use their abilities such as Vegeta's Big Bang attack, or Piccolo's regeneration technique. So, since she had almost all of the Earth's defenders inside of her, she was virtually....invincible....

Her lips curled into a smile as she approached Goten. "How would you like to play a game Saiyan?"

Goten glared at her unnervingly, his ki slowly rising. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

The realization hit Mistress 9. He doesn't know....

She could use this to her advantage.

"You've never....fought anyone before, have you?"

"N-no," he stuttered.

Her voice came out like ice. "Perfect."

Even as intimidating as she was, the boy still put his right foot forward. Mistress 9 was a bit taken back. Even the great Saiyan Prince had crumbled before her power, but this boy, this child was challenging her! Maybe it was because he was so completely and utterly unaware.

I'm gonna wipe that smirk right off his face.

Mistress 9 smirked. "Lets get this party started then."

Goten watched anxiously for her first attack, but saw absolutely nothing but her standing there, a wicked smile on her face. And it was right then when he saw that she had one hand behind her back....

There was approximately 1.28 seconds between the time he jumped out of the way and unleashed a huge fire-like beam knocking down a path of trees where Goten once was. He knew right then and there that there was no turning back, do or die. He also noticed how familiar that attack was.

That was Trunks' Burning attack....it's because he's inside her too....

Mistress 9 scowled at him. "You're a quick little shit aren't you? Maybe that's why you escaped from my little fun at Capsule Corps and your friends didn't."

Goten felt heat building in her chest. He remembered that massacre, for the most part. He remembered there being fire, everywhere. He remembered Vegeta and Trunks being swallowed up by her, that monster. And then he saw her, coming towards him, and he was huddled up in a ball. And then he saw lots of white light, and awoke in the Hospital. Two weeks later Minako had come to him. And then we were here.

Kill her, for your friends.

He saw her, charging at him this time. His eyes widened as he saw her hair....it wasn't hair anymore! It had become into long, sharp, ebony daggers. And then it began to widen, to billow, to open up. It formed a ring, and within the ring was darkness, like a black hole. And inside the black hole he could clearly see a face. It was completely hollow, like a pasty phantom, but it's eyes were so....so evil, wors alone could not describe them. And for some reason, Goten knew who it was, he had no idea how, but he did.

Pharaoh 90....

Goten as just so consumed with Pharaoh 90 that he didn't have time to block Mistress 9, and she tackled him to the ground. She had him pinned down so that there was no way, shape, or form that he could move. He was face to terrifying face with her. She smiled, showing all her fangs as she slid her razor hair through his skin and muscle, in about forty different places.

But he did not he did not show a sign of pain because he had dignity. That was the one thing she had left him, she had taken everything else. And even though it was blinding, white agony, he would not cry, not to this bitch.

He saw the "black hole" growing wider, and Pharaoh 90 laughing madly. He could see the withering souls of his lost friends moaning and sacrificing their energy to Mistress 9. He could hear the demons of Hell whispering "Come join us Goten."

No fucking way in Hell was he going to give in.

In the back of his mind, in the very depths of his psyche, something exploded. All of his knowledge of his Saiyan history came flooding to him, like a waterfall on the edge of a cliff. It was inexplicable, but he knew....EVERYTHING. Everything a warrior should know. And somewhere inside of him, a poem he heard from Bulma, before her demise, kept repeating itself over and over, and somehow, it was strangely relevant to the situation.

"What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or does it fester like a sore, and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust over like syrupy sweet?

Or does it sag like a heavy load?....

.....Or does it explode...?

And just as Mistress 9 was about to suck him down, like countless others, he did, indeed, explode.

He had gone Super Saiyan for the very first time, and she was thrown against a tree. The black hole immediately closed. He went all out and began throwing every punch and kick he had to her face and chest and stomach, his golden hair blazing. But even as he did so, she still wouldn't shut up.

"It doesn't matter how much you try-" she was cut off as Goten roundhoused her cheek. "-you can never beat me, I am invincible-" She was cut off again as he delivered a blow to her stomach. "-after I kill you, I'm gonna go after your friends."

And as she said that, Goten made the mistake of looking into her eyes, and seeing the horror. He saw Minako's body being stretched on a rack, her muscles being torn apart. He saw Usagi being whipped by a thousand and one metal chains, bring forth blood every time they struck her. He saw his only brother becoming her personal slave, completely powerless against her.

He couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't.

He remembered an attack he saw his brother doing once. Something told him that he could do it too. He had to, for them. He slowly backed away from the battered Mistress 9 and put his wrists together, leaving his palms out.

"Ka....."

I am not afraid.

"....Me...."

I am superior.

".....Ha....."

I will never surrender.

".....Me......"

Good will conquer.

".....HA!!!"

As Mistress 9 groggily came forth from the tree she was pressed up against in order to prepare for another attack, she didn't stop to notice the upcoming beam of light headed in her direction. She knew she wouldn't have enough time to block it or escape it, so as a final move, she set out seven spears of hair into Goten's chest. The Kamehameha Wave had hit her full force, drilling a hole in her chest. Waves of blood spilled from her mouth and her nose onto the ground as she collapsed. Goten tried to suppress his tears as he tore the seven spears from his chest. He knew she was aiming for his heart, but she had missed, and more or less hit his right shoulder.

He looked down at her body. At first he smiled, he thought he had won, he was dead wrong. His eyes widened as her chest began to repair itself.

"Mr. Piccolo's regeneration technique...."

She was doing it subconsciously. Goten clenched his fists.

She's still alive....she's unconscious...but alive....I don't have enough power or energy left to kill her....I have to get away....

And just like that he took of through the forest. The fog that was there before had lifted, and it was much easier to see. Finally, after what seemed like hours of running, he came to a clearing where he saw a familiar boy and girl who were looking for him.

He stumbled over to them. They both stared, a bit disgusted at the five year old boy who was covered head to toe with both the blood of himself and Mistress 9.

"I almost killed her...." he whispered before he passed out.

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Under the moonlit beams of the skies, a woman sat, licking blood off her fingers.

"Little Saiyan, you may have won the battle, but I'm gonna win the war...."

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To Be Continued......

(A/N: Ummm, yeah....this chapter was definitely confusing.....or at least it was to me....*shrugs* Anyhoo, I'm sorry I suck at fight scenes....I tried! -_-;; R&R ~Flirtatious Flamingo~)