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A/N: Hey I'm back!!! Sorry this took so long. But to make up for it this chapter is extra long! ^_^ Hope you all enjoy and Review at the end!
By the way, when you see this, 'Hello' it's a flash back. Just so you all know and don't get confused. You know, just in case. ^_~
Tuesday 4:20 PM The Lookout
His mind burned and ached like the red-hot embers at the bottom of a raging fire. It burned so bad he thought he could feel the skin on his forehead erupted into flames. But then it would be extinguished every now and then bringing him temporary relief before another spark would ignite the flames all over again.
4:23 PM
"Is he still hallucinating?" Dende asked softly as Piccolo emerged from the room currently containing Son Goku.
Piccolo nodded folding his arms over his chest, "He still believes that I am Gohan."
Dende frowned not even trying to hide his disappointment, "Has he stopped asking…"
Piccolo shook his head, "No, he still wants to know why Gohan killed himself. He fell asleep crying."
Dende sighed bowing his head, "Well, what do you think we should do?" He asked lifting his head slightly so that he could just make eye contact with older Namek.
Piccolo shrugged leaning heavily against the doorframe, "I'm not sure. I could go help some of the other Saiya-jins."
"Yea I guess so," Dende nodded then added, "How many did you see?"
Piccolo raised an eye-ridge and thought back to the last time he had visited the barracks, which had been three days ago.
"Hn, ten maybe less." He grunted pulling himself away from the wall, "Why?"
"Were there any other barracks there that you saw?"
"No…" Piccolo said slowly catching on to what Dende was getting at, "They're all that's left aren't they?"
Dende nodded and Piccolo cursed silently.
4:30 PM Goku
'Gohan? Gohan where did you go? He's gone… again… I should have saved him, I could have. I watched helplessly as you slit your wrists and held them up for me to see.'
"You see me dad!? I can't handle it anymore! I just can't! I don't want to be a fighter like you, or a scholar!" Tears ran down his cheeks, hiccupping he held his arms out in front of himself, "Oh God… what have I done?" He sobbed dropping to his knees, "Daddy…"
Goku was at the teen's side in seconds, "Why Gohan?" He asked numbly as he clutched his son to his chest.
Gohan shook his head mutely as he cradled his wounded arms. Goku pulled Gohan's arms away from his stomach to inspect the deep cuts. Crimson blood flowed freely through the open wounds on Gohan's wrists; Goku covered them with his hands and tried to apply pressure hoping the blood would stop. But it soaked through his fingers and ran down his own arms. Gohan began to pale from the loss of blood; slowly he rested his head on his father's chest and began to succumb to the welcoming darkness.
"Gohan! Keep your eyes open!" Goku shouted shaking the teen.
A small sigh escaped through Gohan's parted lips and he fell limp into Goku's arms.
"NO! Gohan!" Goku sobbed pulling his son into his arms.
'A week went by and then suddenly a knock at my door…'
"Goku-san! He's… he's dying! Please help him!"
'It was Marai Gohan and he was holding a severally injured Trunks. He ignored his own injuries as he handed over his friend and followed me into the house.'
"Don't worry 'bout me! Help him!"
'Trunks was too far-gone to be helped and he died minutes after their arrival. Gohan sat stubbornly on the floor refusing help…'
"Who did this to you, Gohan."
"It was you…"
'It wasn't long before the loss of blood caught up with him…'
"Quit being so stubborn Gohan! Let me help you please!"
"I don't want any help…"
'… And he died.
Goten… you looked like you were just sleeping; going to wake up any moment… till Vegeta turned you over and I had to look away to keep from vomiting. Not you, not after we lost Gohan! You were so innocent so young… Your eyes that had once held so much life in them were now glazed over with death. I can still remember the look on Vegeta's face when he found you and Trunks lying motionless on the frozen ground. Tears weld up into his eyes as he held Trunks to his chest, his cheeks were soaked with tears and his shirt wet with blood.'
"Not him…not my son… not my son…"Goku tore his eyes off the Saiya-jin Prince and slowly turned them to the sight of his own son lying on the ground. His hand fisted involuntarily as he slowly walked over to the child. Half the boy's face had been slashed horribly, his arm laid at an odd angle by his side while his other arm laid palm up over his leg. His clothes were torn and bloodied with both his and Trunks blood; by the looks of it Trunks had died first. Tears a dirt stained his left cheek along with a few flecks of blood. Goku swallowed and knelt down by his youngest. He could hear Vegeta behind him still muttering then suddenly go silent.
"Why…would some do this?" Goku whispered as he gently slipped his hand under Goten's head then his other hand under his legs.
Vegeta remained silent as he watched Goku slowly lift the boy and cradle him to his chest.
'You were the last of our family to die… you went crazy and drowned yourself in the nearby lake.'
"Dear God! Chichi! No… no… not you too!"
'I had found you after a days training. I just wanted a quick swim to cool off and then I was going to catch us a fish for dinner.
I was going to try and cook it this time because you didn't feel well… But you had other plans and I ended up eating by myself. I can still remember lifting your body from the cold water, your skin pale and your lips blue from the lack of oxygen in your lungs. Your death wasn't quick or painless 'cause I know how it feels to hold your breath for a long period of time. The burning sensation that fills your chest and the black dots that appears at the edge of your vision. You had lost your will to live…'
'Vegeta, is that what you meant by Get away? Did you know about the humans? You must have… you must have known otherwise you wouldn't have said it. Or was it you wanted to die alone because a human had beaten you… not only physically but also mentally. I didn't tell Piccolo that I knew who killed you; I didn't tell him I knew that it was a human. I let him figure that out on his own. The thing that still bugs me is why did they betray us…?'
Goku stumbled forward and knelt down next to Vegeta, the knees of his gi immediately soaked through with the crimson liquid.
"Vegeta? What happened?" He whispered.
"Kakaroto," Vegeta gargled blood began to seep out the corner of his mouth, "Get… away…"
Goku swallowed touching Vegeta's neck, a slowly sigh escaped his lips and he pulled his hand away bowing his head.
Vegeta was dead. The silence that soon followed after Vegeta's death was broken by a clasp of thunder and then laughter. Goku's head jerked up at the sound; slowly he stood up and turned around. His eyes widened in surprise at who he saw emerge from the shadows.
"Tenshinhan?!" He gasped, "Krillin?!"
The 2 former Z-senshi smirked and then Tenshinhan turned around and flew off leaving Goku alone with Krillin.
"What happened to you guys?" Goku asked staring down at the monk.
Krillin folded his arms over his chest and smiled when it began to rain… really, really hard.
"We joined Mr. Satan's army and he upgraded us."
Goku frowned, "Upgraded you?"
"We're Androids now." Krillin smirked.
Goku's eyes widened and he suddenly felt dizzy, "Androids! But… Why would you do such a thing?!!"
Krillin turned his back to Goku and began to float up into the air.
"KRILLIN!" Goku shouted angrily as he watched his friend fly away.
Goku eased open his eyes, his left hand involuntarily clutched at the sheet covering him while his right hand swiped at the beads of sweat on his forehead from fever.
Someone entered the room.
"Dende?" His own voice startled him, the gravelly sound it made when he tried to call to the young Namek just didn't sound like him.
Dende smiled warmly approaching Goku's side, "You're awake." He said softly reaching for the washcloth that had slid from Goku's forehead and onto his pillow.
"Where…" Goku's voice faltered then stopped working altogether.
But Dende had gotten the idea, "We're up at the lookout," He paused to feel Goku's forehead then nodded in approval, "Good your fever has broke."
"Fever?" Goku said weakly.
Dende nodded grabbing a pitcher of water and a glass from the table beside him, "You've been sick for several days now." He said handing Goku the glass of water.
6:04 PM Saiya-jin Barracks
Thunder rumbled overhead as the rain poured down in buckets soaking the lone Namek to his skin. He peered in through the windows spotting only three Saiya-jins sitting around. Slowly he tore his eyes from the window to the door. He rested a hand on the cold brass knob and turned it opening the door slowly.
"We're not going to let you take us! You're going to have to drag me out of here dead!" Shouted a voice from inside.
Piccolo swung open the door and stepped inside.
A man that appeared to be in his late twenties stood in some sort of fighting stance in front of two other Saiya-jins.
"Wait!" Cried one of the females as she jumped to her feet, "It's okay Kujo! It's Piccolo!"
Kujo tore his eye off of Piccolo and turned to the woman standing next to him, "Arumiku… You sure…"
Arumiku nodded and Kujo sighed relaxing out of his fighting stance.
"Where are the others?" Piccolo grunted stepping into further into the room.
Both Kujo and Arumiku bowed their heads.
"Dead." Toma stated simply from her spot on the ground.