(major AU warning) The unthinkable has happened - Earth has been destroyed. The suddenly orphaned, 10-year-old Gohan must pick up his life from the shambles. And what does he do to accomplish that?

A/N: I got myself a muse! His name is Mojo. He's an evil Chao whose body is black with dragon horns and phoenix feathers. Say hello, Mojo! Mojo: ~evil grin~ Hello. Me: See, aren't you happy? Anyway, to the readers- Mojo: What's the point of having me around if I don't do anything? Me: You add to the décor. You'll survive. Mojo: If you say so. Me: Good grief, take this! ~gives Mojo Dark Fruit~ Happy now? Mojo: ~eating~ Mm-hm! Me: As I was saying, I haven't got any major changes in my lineup so I'll just thank reviewers and go on to the chapter. Mojo, the list, if you please? Mojo: Huh? Oh yeah! ~whips out paper~ "Thank you to SS2 Magami-sama, Kinto'un, P.L.S, blah, stupid kid 04, Barad Morannon, SomEonE, Crash, Luki Dimension, Professor Authordude, Giga-Saiyan-Gohan, Remco SSJ4, and gohans- girl for reviewing on the last chapter, and I hope you'll do so again!" Long note, Saiyagal. Me: Ain't it though? And as to you, Barad Morannon, I'm sorry but I was already planning on that. But please keep reading! Now, on with the story!

Ch 3: The Confrontation

Kamisah sighed. "My patience is at an end, my friend. Tell me what I wish to know!"

The informant, who'd said he knew where Miss Satan was, shook with his terror. "I-I told you, I-I want the c-cash first!"

"And I told you, I will pay you if and when your information is told and I can see its usefulness. You are quickly getting to the point where your pay will be your life."

The poor boy stared at his knife, gleaming in the dim light, and nodded very quickly. "Right! Uh, uh, she's, uh, in the Projects! Yeah, that's it, the Projects!"

Kamisah snorted. "I knew that already."

"No, no, she's in deep, you know? Like wit the boss, crime boss! The main man, Jijan! She paid him to watch over her, you know?"

Now that was interesting. Kamisah had met Jijan once. He hadn't seemed like the kind of guy that would watch over an annoying human female. Of course, if you pay them enough, a Furangi will do anything. He nodded once and handed the boy several klicks. "Very well. Since you have upheld your half of the deal, I will do mine. But be warned boy, if this information proves false, then I will personally hunt you down and serve you for dinner."

The boy nodded and ran away. Fast.

Kamisah chuckled to himself, mulling over the recent developments. So she was under the protection of Jijan. Well, that was easy enough to take care of. He began to walk calmly after the boy, and quite suddenly felt an energy he hadn't felt for years, like a wave of emotion washing over him. He turned very slowly, and saw him.

Goku stood behind him, his eyes shining with so many emotions it was hard to tell what was dominant. He looked the same as he remembered. Kamisah took a step foreword. "Can.can it be?" he whispered.

Goku wiped away his tears. "Gohan.it's me. Can you forgive me?"

The feeling came back into Kamisah at that point. His eyes narrowed, and he glared at the man he had once called 'Dad'. "Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice rough. "Why are you haunting me?"

Whatever Goku had expected, it wasn't this. He recoiled from his son's hostility. "I'm not haunting you, Gohan, I'm trying to-"

"I'm not Gohan anymore!" Kamisah snapped angrily. "I am only Kamisah! I'm not that boy anymore!"

"But Gohan-"

"No! Why are you here?" He choked on a sob, barely holding in his tears. "You killed me years ago, why must you do it again? I loved you once, but I can't say that I do anymore! By the gods of Other World, why?"

Goku lowered his head for a moment, then lifted his eyes to meet Kamisah's. "I'm here to help my son, Kamisah. I know that, somewhere within you, my son is still there. Please, don't hunt down Videl."

Kamisah snorted. "Why shouldn't I? Would you rather me parade my body?"

"That's not the point! If you kill another living being, you'll go to hell!"

"Funny. I thought I've been stuck there for years."

Goku bit back an angry retort. Arguing with him would do no good, no matter how heavy his sarcasm was. "Go-.Kamisah, listen to me. You mustn't go to Other World without being dead first. You'll cause the destruction of both worlds if you do. And killing one, just one more living person will ruin your chances of redemption for all time. Please, for the love of Earth and all it stood for, don't."

Kamisah stared at him, not letting his gaze falter. "Why should I care?"

Goku's jaw dropped.

"Tell me, why should I care? My life already is hell; there's not much being dead will do for that. And as for getting into Other World without dying? That's only for a sideshow. My current occupation is getting somewhat dull, so I need the extra entertainment."

Goku couldn't think of another comeback. "But.but son, you."

Kamisah waved a hand, cutting him off and turning around. "I will ignore the fact that you are here, telling me to be the good little boy I used to be. Well let me tell you, I'm not little and I'm not good. Get it through your head, Goku. Good bye." He stalked off into the night.

Goku didn't move. The shock from Kamisah's absolute refusal to even listen completely overcame him, paralyzing him as he realized that Gohan was truly gone. All there was now was Kamisah. The words echoed in his brain, leaving room for nothing more then shock and grief.

"What should I care"? Gohan would never have said anything like that. Is he like this because of me? Because I left? I thought I was protecting him, damn it! I didn't think I was - wait no, that's it.I didn't think. I didn't look ahead to see how it would make Gohan feel about it, that maybe my death wouldn't save the world when it needed me the most. Oh God, that means.that means it's my fault.

He sank to the ground, the bitter and sad tears pouring down his face, not moving until morning's glory sent its first rays through the dingy alley. By that time, his mind had been made up.

Kamisah had to die. Regardless of what he had once been, Kamisah had to die.

~*~*~

Kamisah let off yet another ki beam. He studied the ruins around him, the broken rocks and the dead trees littering the clearing. He supposed he'd finally burnt out the last of his rage.

Why is he back?! he growled in the deepest corner of his mind. He's been dead for years, why the hell would he suddenly show up and tell me I'll be going to hell? What does he care anymore, the stupid asshole?

"Ahhh!" he yelled, unleashing his power and destroying another tree. All of his calm, his aloof nature, was gone. He was completely unnerved by the unexpected arrival of his father. And he hated any sort of weakness.

Guess I haven't burnt my rage out yet. I wonder if I ever will.