A/n: Wow.... I think this is like the first fic EVER I have finished. Thank you guys a lot to those of you who read through it all.... This chapter would of been out earlier but I was about to post it then I remembered I skipped a part I wanted to include and it turned out a little longer then I thought. Anyways here's the finale! Enjoy!

The Wish

Gohan flew recklessly through the air, his anger guiding him. He had lost it. He had lost every last ounce of his control. He could see out his eyes, hear through his ears, but other then that he was like a ghost floating inside his own body. He had no choice of what his body was doing, he was like a puppet and his anger was his puppeteer. He felt blood running down his face, weather this blood was on the outside and actually streaking down or just draining from his face from the fear he didn't know, it quite possibly was both.

His house became visible on the farthest horizon. Even if it was a mere inch big from where he was he could see it perfectly, not visibly, but in his mind. He had built that house. He and Lime had designed it, and even though Lime didn't actually help build it she was there with him the whole time keeping him happy. He hadn't really trusted Goten with helping, just for fear that he wouldn't be able to control his strength and it would all come crumbling down. They had painted the house. It was white on the outside with a round, red roof. Gohan thought that day was the day that first marked them as a family. They all helped in their own ways, and they bounded even closer. Other small things became to shoot into Gohan's head. The tire swing he had built for Goten, the pool Goten dug for them as a birthday surprise, just searching through the forest for the perfect Christmas tree. All these tiny things, he enjoyed them so much, but he never really thought about them as much as he wished he would of.

The house was now clearly visible, but time seemed to slow down on him. He couldn't control his speed, even though he new he was going as fast as he could, but it just seemed all in slow motion. The red stained grass, the giant hole where the door had once been, the broken tree where there had obviously been a fight, and the window. Oh the dreadful window. The window itself wasn't that bad, just broken, but what scared Gohan the most was the hand. It was an image he knew he would never be able to forget, and somehow he could just imagine how it happened. Screams, pain, he actually felt the pain, pleading. A thought suddenly popped into his head.

'She had pleaded. She tried to save our baby. She begged for him not to kill the baby. She said she'd gladly give her life for her.'

Gohan had no idea how he knew this, but suddenly he was sent back to the dark room with the blood covered bed and overturned crib. The laughter, such an evil laughter. It was torture just to hear it. Then the baby, Gohan suddenly realized it. He had killed the baby, right in front of her at that! He made her watch.

'I'll get you,' Gohan swore, 'Even if it costs me this planet I WILL get you...' If Gohan had had control of his body now tears would be streaming from his eyes.

A new vision popped into his head. He was holding her. Holding her high in the air by her throat. He was slowly crushing her trachea, suffocating her. He then tossed her to the side, where she hit the window.

Gohan was suddenly out of the vision and was back in his body, yet still in no control. He was at the hand. The bloody, broken hand. The nails had been ripped out.... he had tortured her. All but her pinky and thumb were bent at very odd angels. A hoarse sound escaped Gohan's lips.

"Lime." He voice seemed odd, almost like he wasn't used to using it. He slowly floated to the ground, he was finally back in control of his body.

As much as he wanted to be with Lime right now he knew he couldn't. He just couldn't bring himself to go back to the hand, to see his wife beaten that badly. His wife who had done nothing wrong. His wife who had only loved life, now had it stolen from her, and it was all because of him. It was all his fault.

"My fault..." the hoarse voice said again.

He slowly made his way over to the tree. He dreaded this, he was scarred out of his mind what he might find, but he knew he had to do it.

Goten's tire swing lay useless on the ground. The tree had a huge crack right down the center of it.

'He was thrown into the tree.' A tear escaped Gohan's eyes. 'He suffered.' Gohan stopped for a second before he realized what he must do. As much as he just wanted to turn and run, never come back, he knew he must. He couldn't run and hide anymore. He was responsible for all of this, he told himself that over and over. He slowly lifted the tree off of the ground, and easy task for a saiyan. He then tossed it with a great deal of power over the forest, and as it zipped past the trees it finally hit the top of one, where it ripped it straight from the ground and took it with it. Gohan's focused all his energy on the tree, he was too afraid too look down. A invisible force made him look down, not matter how much he fought it. What met him was worse then what he wished, a very bloody, and very beaten Goten.

Goten lay lifeless on the cold ground. His body was twisted in angels that made Gohan's stomach turn in knots. He fought the age to puke, and instead just stared at his face. His face was horrible, just simply horrible. It was in a look of pure pain, he felt every last ounce of life drip from his body, he had suffered the full effect of death.

Gohan cautiously bent down and wrapped his arms around Goten's waist, hoisting him up off the ground. His arms were shaped like W's, and his legs could have easily been positioned behind his head and wrapped around his neck now. It just looked painful, there was no other way Gohan could think of describing it.

Tears began to make there way from Gohan's eyes, to Goten's bloodied gi. All the suffering, all the pain, he couldn't help but blame himself.

"Do you like what I have done?" A callous voice said from behind him. "Quite frankly I believe I did a much better job on your wife, but I guess that's for you to decide." Once again there was that laughter, that cruel, evil laughter, the laughter that death itself would be afraid of. There was something so chilling about... like he had enjoyed it. Like he had enjoyed every last bit of it.

"You're sick." Gohan felt himself being ripped from his body. In the time he was still in control he set Goten back down.

"Sick?" An evil smirk crossed his face. "I much prefer to call it artistic." That was it. Gohan's control was ripped from him with force. That was the sacrifice he had to make when he got angry. Sure he got the power, the power god's themselves couldn't rival, but he lost something he hated loosing. Control. He hated loosing control, not having a say in what happens, it was one of the worst feelings in the world.

"Before I kill you just answer me this, how did you come back? I killed you! You didn't even have a body left after that blast hit you! How?!" Rage filled his voice, there was no turning back now, Veggeto was going to pay.

"That is just the thing you baka! You never saw my body! You think I didn't know you were stronger?! Even with all my pride I knew I couldn't beat you! So I put my power in that blast! You thought I was just stupid, but I knew what I was doing. The blast hit me with full force, but I used that to my advantage. I let the blast carry me away. You assumed I was dead but I was just hiding. Sure the blast took it's toll on me but that only made it better, for as you know when saiyans get sent to the brink of death, they come back stronger! You have no chance!" Gohan's mind pulsed in pain. He couldn't control what he said, or what he did, he just prayed his other self would hurt him, hurt him just as bad as he had hurt him.

"And you are forgetting the power of a very angry demi-saiyan!" Gohan charged at him, big mistake. Veggeto quickly transformed into a super-saiyan, and spun around knocking Gohan flat.

"Foolish child, I thought even you would have had the wits to power up before you went into a battle!" Veggeto launched himself at Gohan, who flipped off the ground as if he spine was a slinky, and quickly jumped up to level 4. It was quite easy after training. All he had to do was simply see a moon in his mind now and he would transform, that's what having nothing to do for over 2,000 years will do for you.

Gohan simply raised his knee into Veggeto's stomach, who was sent flying back.

"Damn brat!" Veggeto pumped his fists out in front of him, white electricity filled his golden aura. After mere second there was a blinding light, and suddenly a very red, and very furry Veggeto stood in front of him. Veggeto charged again, only to be swatted to the ground like a mere insect.

"How!? I've gained power! You aren't even in your top form! I should be able to crush you!" Pure shock and anger filled his voice. He was scared, Gohan could see it. The slight twitch in his eye. His defensive stance. Gohan new he was scarred, even if he would never admit it.

"I don't even need my full power to beat you. What do you think I've been doing these past years? Eating chips and growing fat? Also you think I made the mistake by not making sure you were dead, but you made the even bigger mistake of coming back, and even worse you made me mad. You should no what happens when someone does that." Gohan disappeared only to appear behind him, kicking him in the spine. Gohan appeared in front of him again, throwing a barrage of punches into his gut. With a voracious ax hammer hit to Veggeto's head, Gohan sent him sprawling across the ground.

"You seem much easier then last time ne? Here is where it ends!" Gohan put his hand inches in front of Veggeto's face. Veggeto had dropped back to his regular form, he didn't have the energy anymore to even maintain super-saiyan.

A blue light began to flicker in Gohan's palm. It grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly a change occurred in Veggeto. It lasted a mere second but too Gohan it seemed like an eternity. Veggeto's face flickered. It happened so fast yet so slow. His face turned into Goku's, there was no denying it, it was clearly visible. The more shocking part was what it said. In a low, barley audible whisper Goku's face muttered two words. Two words that almost made Gohan cry again.

"I'm sorry..." Gohan screamed, finally letting go of the blast, and gaining control of his body once again.

"No.... father... I'm sorry. I swear I'll fix it. I won't make you suffer too!" Gohan finally broke. He fell on all fours crying to his hearts content. There was nothing else he could really do, just cry and cry, and after that cry some more. He slowly forced his body to rise into the air, and slowly but steadily, he flew towards Kami's lookout.

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Tears were streaming down Gohan's face as he landed on all fours near the edge of the lookout. Tears were still coming but he had slowed them down a great deal. Dende had initially ran over to Gohan to help him, but Gohan held up his hand, signaling for him to stop.

"Don't bother Dende, I don't need help. Just get the dragonballs, please get me the dragonballs." Dende rushed through a door which led to one of the many hallways of the lookout, he turned into a room where sat on a plush, red pillow were 7 mystical, orange balls. They had decided that leaving the dragonballs on earth had become too dangerous, so every time they were used, a year later they would go and find them, then store them in the lookout.

Dende grabbed the pillow and took off for the outside of the lookout. When he got there he saw Gohan had managed to get himself supported against a pillar. Blood was now slowly dripping down from his eyes. Dende placed the balls on the ground and then spoke the enchanted words.

"Rise by your name, eternal dragon Shenlong, and grant me my wishes!" The sky slowly went from its blue color, to a dark navy color, and then black, as if massive clouds were covering it all. Bolts of lightning shot through the sky, and far, far away a small green light shown, and out of that light shot a dragon, a massive dragon.

"You have summoned me, now speak your two wishes." Dende turned to Gohan to see what he wanted, and once again Gohan held his hand up to signal that he would do it himself.

"I wish." Gohan stopped. What did he really want? He hated this life, everything had been taken from him, and by wishing them back he knew they would be taken away from him again. He would have to relive this pain all over. There was no end to it. His pain was eternal just like his life. If only Dende hadn't made that wish. If only something had happened. The idea popped into his head.

"I wish Guru had died. *sob* I wish he had died before the 3rd wish on Namek was ever made...."

***END!***

a/n: well? Ya like? See this story wasn't an AU after all!! This was my longest chapter ever. Well that's the end of my fic, the epic story of the wish for immortality. Now on to the final trivia question.

Answer: Mustard Salt Vinegar and sorry but I forgot the other ^_^

Question: The final trivia question! This has nothing to do with DBZ btw.... Total Immortal is actually the name of a song, which band performs the song? (Hint: The Offspring did a cover of this song)

Hope you all liked it! And this is the last chapter so please review. Also in your review could you tell me which part of the story you liked the most? I.e. the Frieza saga, or where he got trapped in the HTC... Until next fic! Ta ta