Juunana Gou felt his black strands of hair whip painfully around his face as the force of the explosion hit him. But he didn't wince. Instead, he took delight in seeing the chunks of concrete from the building he'd blown up come flying his way. Shooting short, but powerful bursts of ki from his palms, he grinned like a boy playing some kind of target practice game, as the smaller pieces of debris that came flying at him were incinerated.
Around the dark haired android lay a wasteland of concrete, glass and metal. These were the remains of the east town area of Satan City. Corpses lay bleeding in cars, under boulders, on the street ... everywhere. As Juunana Gou admired his handy work, faint explosions in the distance could also be heard. It was one of the others, perhaps Frieza, judging by the machinegun rate the explosions were occuring at.
The east area fell surprisingly quickly. Within the few minutes after Juunana Gou arrived with Frieza, Cell, the Firebird and Buu, the screaming grew intensely loud, then subsided, and eventually died, along with the people they came from.

***

"Where is that blasted crying coming from?" the Firebird asked rhetorically, with nobody closeby to answer him. It was more of a whimper of a child than crying, and it seemed to be coming from all around him!
He kicked random chunks of concrete and boulders with such for that they exploded. Yet he couldn't expose the child just was producing that annoying sound! Wham! He watched another rock explode into dust when he saw what he was looking for.
Behind the rock, hidden behind a group of tin garbage cans was a small boy, not more than four years old. He hugged his scraped knees towards his dust coated body with charred arms, large black eyes pleading silently with the Firebird to spare his life.
But the Firebird wouldn't hear of such weakness. He raised his arm and gathered a huge ki ball. The boy curled into a trembling ball, hoping that his end would be quick. The Firebird was about to throw the ki ball when he stopped. Something wouldn't let him.
"What am I doing?" he asked himself. "Why does this feel so wrong?" But he knew the answer all to well. He realized the truth.
Chichi was right about him. Killing this child was something that the Firebird would do. But he wasn't the Firebird anymore. He was Doale. And yes, Doale too had his share of murdering countless people, but since coming to this world, another side of the young Emperor was showing; a kinder, caring side.
He suddenly felt disgusted at himself for trying to become the Firebird once again. After his experiences as Emperor Doale, he could not revert to the way he was in his past life. It was impossible, because Doale and the Firebird are two seperate beings, although they share the same soul.
"I was wrong," he said silently. "I am not the Firebird. I am Doale, and I know I have to change my life for the better." But it was alot easier to say than it was to do. He knew what he had to do. But thinking of the process, being declared traitor by Buu and the others, not knowing if the Z Soldiers would accept him, Doale wasn't sure if his newfound belief was worth all that. He didn't want to think about that right now.
He picked up the child who whimpered in fear again. But after Doale held the boy close to his body, stroking his black hair gently, he knew what he had to fight for. Doale could feel the child's heartbeat with his. It was rapid at first, indicating fear. But it gradually subsided, and became calm. The boy wrapped his chubby arms around Doale's neck and started crying. Doale continued to stroke his back, whispering quietly into his ear, "That's right, you can cry now. The bad guys are gone, it's safe to cry."
Having the child embrace him was something Doale had never experienced before. It felt like a warm hand had just gripped his cold heart, melting it. Was this what he'd put so many civilizations through? Was this the suffering so many people endured because of his empire? Definitely. Again, Doale felt sick to his stomach, realizing how wrong he'd been leading his whole life. He knew he had to change it now. Right now, at this very point in time as the stood there holding the boy, comforting him in his arms. And it didn't take defeat for Doale to have a change of heart. It was the innocence of a child that did it to him. "Oh god, I'm pathetic," he whispered, rolling his eyes.
The serenity only lasted a moment when a third, firm voice interrupted the scene. "Let the boy go, Doale."
The young Emperor turned around to face a tall figure of a man with spiky black hair and thick glasses. He took of his glasses and tucked them into the shirt of his pocket.
"You went far enough as the Firebird and now you're continuing your wave of terror as Doale," Gohan said. "You've destroyed countless civilizations, murdered billions of innocent people just to expand your empire. You've torn families apart, enslaved them, even murdered your own parents. And now you've released four of our arch nemesis' from the past just to serve your selfish ambitions. You don't deserve to live. And it will only be a matter of time before they turn around and kill you."
Gohan straightened his posture while his hair erupted in a bright gold flame, turning it gold. Electricity sizzled in the air surrounding him as his clothes flapped violently in the energy waves that emanated from his body. "But they won't have to do that. I'm solving this problem by attacking it's root. I'm going to kill you first."