Gohan flew home in silence, mirrrored by the others. Gohan and Goten were going home. Where
it had happened..Where Gohan discovered yet another pool of hidden strength, through the loss of all
he had come to care for. A high price for power. Too high..
Once Goten had asked Gohan if he could come, and Gohan said, "It's your home, too. You may
not remember it, but it is. You have as many rights as me to come.." And then Gohan had sped up,
full speed, just short of Super Saiya-jin. Anyone could see he was eager to go there and leave, and
probably never go back again.
Gohan glanced back, they were slowing down again. Gohan nearly growled. "Everyone, except
Goten, wait here! We will go and get the Dragonballs! It won't take very long!" They were a few miles
from where Gohan and Goten's house stood, empty, desserted, lonely.
Gohan nodded to Goten, and they went SSJ to gain speed. They made it to their house within
2 minutes.
Gohan walked around the ghostly home, feeling emotion swell up in him. He could feel it all.
Hate, rage, love, loss, sorrow, pain. He couldn't stand it much longer. He had to hurry.
He walked past Goten, who was staring at their home, and went straight inside.
Inside, there were two chests above a fireplace. Two small chests. And above them, a brightly
polished red stick hung in a matching sheathe. The Power Pole.( I am using this term for dubbies,
as they wouldn't know what I was talking about if I said it's Japanese name..)
Goten had followed Gohan, after realizing Gohan had gone past him. When Gohan turned around
to look at Goten, he saw Goten staring at the Power Pole. Gohan smiled. It had once been his father's,
and once his. Now Goten could use it.
Gohan went to the Power Pole and the two small chests, and picked up the mystical weapon
first. He placed it on Goten's shoulders, it hanging down. Goten looked exactly like Chibi Goku.
Gohan smiled faintly, and then handed Goten both of the chests. "Go on and tell them I will be awhile.
I have to..do something."
Goten looked worried for an instant, and then smiled and took off.
Gohan sat down in the middle of the room, quietly for a time. Looking at the wall, he reflected
his life since that dreadful days all those years ago.
~*Flashback*~
Gohan stood, quivering with rage. "No! How could I have let them down? Agh! None of them would
be dead if I hadn't been knocked out! It's not fair! They only tried to help me! I can't stand this!"
he thought. Teeth gritted, his golden aura slowly shifted to a pale shade of silver. His pupils changed
from emerald green to an icy blue, his hair returned to its Super Saiya-jin look, then turning silver.
With clenched fists, he shouted, "How could you? You monster! They meant to defend me, not harm you!
If you hadn't attacked me, they wouldn't have touched you!" His voice shook with pain, rage.
"How could I have let them down again? Just like with Cell! It's not fair!" Tears streaming down his
face, he powered up more, draining the pool of new-found power dry. "AHHHHHH!"
"It was neccesary. Together they could have hurt me..we wouldn't want that, now would we?
You should join the Empire, we could use you. With the proper training, of course..."
Gohan shook with the rage and guilt that came over him. "So..it was my fault! All dead, because
I am who I am! Because of me winning a stupid fight, they all died! All of them!" he thought.
The tears continued down his face as he cupped his hands to the side, gathering Ki energy.
"KAMEHAMEHA!" he shouted, and the energy pulsed, expanding more and more. As he let it go,
he screamed. "HAAAAA!" The energy blast flew at the Imperial Scout.
"Oh hell! Noooooo!" Those were his last words as he was obliterated...
Gohan powered down, tired and out of energy, weeping softly. It was all his fault, he literally
killed his own family, and his best friends. Because he was who he was, because he had destroyed Cell.
The sense of guilt was overwhelming, and lasted to this day.
~*End Flashback*~
Gohan stood up where he was, all of the emotions he had so long locked up now streaming forth
in an overwhelming tirade. He could not take it any longer.
Gohan screamed in the center of the room, in his house, and his aura appeared, larger than ever.
It began to pulsate and grow, and lightning struck from the now gathering storms. "How could I have
done that to them? How?! All I ever wanted was peace, I did not want them dead!"
His hair shifted, looking much like Son Goku's when went SSJ, except silver. His aura doubled,
Ki and Speed and Strength increased by ten-fold, his feet planting firmly into the ground.
"AAHHH!" Lightning bursted from the ceiling, from the clouds, onto Gohan. Or maybe from Gohan.
It pulsated around him, throbbing with energy. And it struck around him.
Outside, the tops of a few nearby mountains shook, and then collapsed altogether. Rocks exploded,
trees lifted from the ground and snapped in two, the ground shook as the skies darkened.
Quickly, Gohan tried to put his emotions in check, but they were too strong now. His training
Gi, the Goku look-alike one, became tore in more than one spot due to the electricity around him.
His entire body quivered with power, from his toes to the tips of his now-silver hair.
Finally Gohan's rage subsided, as did the guilt. His power faded away, and his hair and other
features returned to normal at last. He stood there, panting. Had he done this? His power? He couldn't
bear to think of what had happened had he not controlled his emotions.
Then he sat down, and wept. He wept like a baby. For several hours he wept, and then finally fell
asleep. His last thoughts were "If I had not been so weak, they would still be alive"...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gohan awoke to find the sun shining, and birds singing. He stood up, and saw destruction.
The entire house was destroyed, although it could be repaired. He walked around the remains of his
living room, and saw a picture on the floor. A picture, still complete. The glass had been shattered,
but the picture was not harmed. He bent over to pick it up, and smiled slightly.
It was the *famous* photo of Goku holding Gohan on his shoulder, hugging ChiChi, with the Ox King
behind them. Gohan grinned, then tucked it under his belt. Goten might like to see what his father and mother
looked like. And his grandfather.
When he saw what was outside, it really shocked him. One of the mountains lay crumbled,
wood from what looked like snapped trees littered the ground. And broken stones were everywhere.
"It must have been from last night.." he said warily. Then he charged up his aura, and took
off, toward Goten and the others.
About ten minutes later, he was floating above a small camp ground, where Akujin and the others
were. He floated down to them, smiling a bit.
Akujin looked at Gohan. "I suppose all of that last night was from you? Did you get attacked?
I have never felt that much power, not even from Turon himself!"
Gohan shook his head. "I just had a..bad night. I remembered things. Please, let's just eat.
I am hungry!" He rubbed his stomache, and everyone laughed a bit.
So, Gohan recovered the two Dragonballs and the Power Pole, and actually ascended Mystic.
He had achieved the status of True Super Saiya-jin, and let out the trapped feelings. Finally, he could
have a little peace of mind....
~Like, I am sooo sorry this took so long! It is hard to illustrate the feelings, you know..
Er..like, A good deal of my time went into The History of Akujin, another of my stories. It's one page
long, but it gets the whole idea done. Check it out! And please, review! I should have the next
story out sometme this week, but what with the Holidays and all, I may not get it until just short of
Christmas. It all depends..Anyways, Ja ne!~
it had happened..Where Gohan discovered yet another pool of hidden strength, through the loss of all
he had come to care for. A high price for power. Too high..
Once Goten had asked Gohan if he could come, and Gohan said, "It's your home, too. You may
not remember it, but it is. You have as many rights as me to come.." And then Gohan had sped up,
full speed, just short of Super Saiya-jin. Anyone could see he was eager to go there and leave, and
probably never go back again.
Gohan glanced back, they were slowing down again. Gohan nearly growled. "Everyone, except
Goten, wait here! We will go and get the Dragonballs! It won't take very long!" They were a few miles
from where Gohan and Goten's house stood, empty, desserted, lonely.
Gohan nodded to Goten, and they went SSJ to gain speed. They made it to their house within
2 minutes.
Gohan walked around the ghostly home, feeling emotion swell up in him. He could feel it all.
Hate, rage, love, loss, sorrow, pain. He couldn't stand it much longer. He had to hurry.
He walked past Goten, who was staring at their home, and went straight inside.
Inside, there were two chests above a fireplace. Two small chests. And above them, a brightly
polished red stick hung in a matching sheathe. The Power Pole.( I am using this term for dubbies,
as they wouldn't know what I was talking about if I said it's Japanese name..)
Goten had followed Gohan, after realizing Gohan had gone past him. When Gohan turned around
to look at Goten, he saw Goten staring at the Power Pole. Gohan smiled. It had once been his father's,
and once his. Now Goten could use it.
Gohan went to the Power Pole and the two small chests, and picked up the mystical weapon
first. He placed it on Goten's shoulders, it hanging down. Goten looked exactly like Chibi Goku.
Gohan smiled faintly, and then handed Goten both of the chests. "Go on and tell them I will be awhile.
I have to..do something."
Goten looked worried for an instant, and then smiled and took off.
Gohan sat down in the middle of the room, quietly for a time. Looking at the wall, he reflected
his life since that dreadful days all those years ago.
~*Flashback*~
Gohan stood, quivering with rage. "No! How could I have let them down? Agh! None of them would
be dead if I hadn't been knocked out! It's not fair! They only tried to help me! I can't stand this!"
he thought. Teeth gritted, his golden aura slowly shifted to a pale shade of silver. His pupils changed
from emerald green to an icy blue, his hair returned to its Super Saiya-jin look, then turning silver.
With clenched fists, he shouted, "How could you? You monster! They meant to defend me, not harm you!
If you hadn't attacked me, they wouldn't have touched you!" His voice shook with pain, rage.
"How could I have let them down again? Just like with Cell! It's not fair!" Tears streaming down his
face, he powered up more, draining the pool of new-found power dry. "AHHHHHH!"
"It was neccesary. Together they could have hurt me..we wouldn't want that, now would we?
You should join the Empire, we could use you. With the proper training, of course..."
Gohan shook with the rage and guilt that came over him. "So..it was my fault! All dead, because
I am who I am! Because of me winning a stupid fight, they all died! All of them!" he thought.
The tears continued down his face as he cupped his hands to the side, gathering Ki energy.
"KAMEHAMEHA!" he shouted, and the energy pulsed, expanding more and more. As he let it go,
he screamed. "HAAAAA!" The energy blast flew at the Imperial Scout.
"Oh hell! Noooooo!" Those were his last words as he was obliterated...
Gohan powered down, tired and out of energy, weeping softly. It was all his fault, he literally
killed his own family, and his best friends. Because he was who he was, because he had destroyed Cell.
The sense of guilt was overwhelming, and lasted to this day.
~*End Flashback*~
Gohan stood up where he was, all of the emotions he had so long locked up now streaming forth
in an overwhelming tirade. He could not take it any longer.
Gohan screamed in the center of the room, in his house, and his aura appeared, larger than ever.
It began to pulsate and grow, and lightning struck from the now gathering storms. "How could I have
done that to them? How?! All I ever wanted was peace, I did not want them dead!"
His hair shifted, looking much like Son Goku's when went SSJ, except silver. His aura doubled,
Ki and Speed and Strength increased by ten-fold, his feet planting firmly into the ground.
"AAHHH!" Lightning bursted from the ceiling, from the clouds, onto Gohan. Or maybe from Gohan.
It pulsated around him, throbbing with energy. And it struck around him.
Outside, the tops of a few nearby mountains shook, and then collapsed altogether. Rocks exploded,
trees lifted from the ground and snapped in two, the ground shook as the skies darkened.
Quickly, Gohan tried to put his emotions in check, but they were too strong now. His training
Gi, the Goku look-alike one, became tore in more than one spot due to the electricity around him.
His entire body quivered with power, from his toes to the tips of his now-silver hair.
Finally Gohan's rage subsided, as did the guilt. His power faded away, and his hair and other
features returned to normal at last. He stood there, panting. Had he done this? His power? He couldn't
bear to think of what had happened had he not controlled his emotions.
Then he sat down, and wept. He wept like a baby. For several hours he wept, and then finally fell
asleep. His last thoughts were "If I had not been so weak, they would still be alive"...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gohan awoke to find the sun shining, and birds singing. He stood up, and saw destruction.
The entire house was destroyed, although it could be repaired. He walked around the remains of his
living room, and saw a picture on the floor. A picture, still complete. The glass had been shattered,
but the picture was not harmed. He bent over to pick it up, and smiled slightly.
It was the *famous* photo of Goku holding Gohan on his shoulder, hugging ChiChi, with the Ox King
behind them. Gohan grinned, then tucked it under his belt. Goten might like to see what his father and mother
looked like. And his grandfather.
When he saw what was outside, it really shocked him. One of the mountains lay crumbled,
wood from what looked like snapped trees littered the ground. And broken stones were everywhere.
"It must have been from last night.." he said warily. Then he charged up his aura, and took
off, toward Goten and the others.
About ten minutes later, he was floating above a small camp ground, where Akujin and the others
were. He floated down to them, smiling a bit.
Akujin looked at Gohan. "I suppose all of that last night was from you? Did you get attacked?
I have never felt that much power, not even from Turon himself!"
Gohan shook his head. "I just had a..bad night. I remembered things. Please, let's just eat.
I am hungry!" He rubbed his stomache, and everyone laughed a bit.
So, Gohan recovered the two Dragonballs and the Power Pole, and actually ascended Mystic.
He had achieved the status of True Super Saiya-jin, and let out the trapped feelings. Finally, he could
have a little peace of mind....
~Like, I am sooo sorry this took so long! It is hard to illustrate the feelings, you know..
Er..like, A good deal of my time went into The History of Akujin, another of my stories. It's one page
long, but it gets the whole idea done. Check it out! And please, review! I should have the next
story out sometme this week, but what with the Holidays and all, I may not get it until just short of
Christmas. It all depends..Anyways, Ja ne!~