Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.

A/n: Here's part two! Hehe, you certainly waited long enough for it. So, now, read and enjoy!

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"The future can sometimes affect the past, even though the past is a road that leads to the future."

—Merriman Lyon,

From book: The Dark Is Rising by Susan Cooper

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Chapter Six: Attack of Frieza, King Cold, and Cooler Part Two

Kakkhan's hair shifted from black to gold. Wasting now time, he flew into the air above Cooler and yelled, "Laurenaren!" He brought up his arm and spread his fingers. A blood-red ring formed between them. As soon as the Ring formed, Kakkhan's pupils dilated from the pain it caused him. Ignoring it, he poured more ki into it, making it more powerful and more painful to him.

The newcomer's, Goku's, and Vegeta's heads shot up at Kakkhan's pained triumphant yell as the Ring was cast from his hand at Cooler.

"NA!"

The Ring rotated in the air almost lazily towards Cooler. Then, at the last minute, tendrils shot out of the Laurenarena Ring and zapped Cooler. Cooler's head snapped back with the pain. His irises completely disappeared as his pupils distended and drowned them out. His whole body convulsed with pain, the tendrils tormenting him. When the main body, the Ring itself, it was the last straw.

Cooler's body exploded. Vegeta crinkled his nose in disgust. The newcomer stared at Kakkhan. The boy was really in a bad state. But his work was not yet done.

The Laurenarena Ring floated in the air. To the Z-senshi, it seemed like it was sizing them up for its next victim. Gritting his teeth, Kakkhan spread his fingers again. The new warrior's eyes widened, and he screamed in a deep baritone voice, "Don't do it, young one! It'll destroy you!"

Kakkhan's guardian was too late. With a spin, the Ring shot at its maker. Kakkhan set his pupil-dilated eyes on the thing, and held out his scarred right hand. The Ring zipped to the piece of flesh like lightning to a lightning rod. As blood-red Ring met skin and bone, a blood-curdling scream rent the air. Everyone's hair stood on end and all stared at the young warrior in the sky screaming his heart out.

Through his own scream, Kakkhan fought to re-absorb his creation. A last-ditch effort, and the Ring came back. Kakkhan clutched his right arm; it was paralyzed and badly scorched. Landing on the ground, Kakkhan gave a final shriek of pain, and mercifully blacked out.

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Kakkhan was swimming around in nothingness. Occasionally red bolts of pain dashed through the blackness, but Kakkhan had gone through so much pain recently that the bolts failed to get a reaction out of him. Kakkhan drifted on.

He began to encounter gold orbs of ki and blue swords of [presence]. Without a thought, the child Saiyan paused to collect them as they came by. He didn't know why he was gathering them; he just knew he needed them. He didn't really have a choice.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Kakkhan drifted to the one place the orbs and the swords avoided. This was the darkest place in his mind, and yet the most full of light. Kakkhan swam towards it, his normally bright unfathomable eyes dull. Another red bolt of pain hit him. Kakkhan didn't notice. He was too drawn toward the bulge of light and dark in one.

As he came closer, the bulge grew whiter. Kakkhan stepped closer to it, feeling something other than dull. A faint ray of peacefulness filtered in to the dark of the innermost sanctum of his mind. Another bolt hit him; he didn't stop. Just one step separated Kakkhan and the light encased in the bubble of darkness. Kakkhan expected another red bolt to hit him; he had gotten used to them. None came.

Kakkhan tiredly lifted his shoulders and returned to the light. He examined it slowly, wondering what he was waiting for. A frown sluggishly surfaced in between his eyebrows, and he backed away from the light. Suddenly the light didn't seem beautiful anymore; it was a nasty clawing greedy sickly ugly thing that wanted him. It wanted him, it wanted him with a vengeance and a sweet discordance in its harmony. He wasn't going to let it have him. Turning around, Kakkhan languidly drifted off. The orbs of ki and swords of [presence] returned, and Kakkhan picked them up as they approached. Red bolts flitted alongside him, but didn't hit him.

Rather, they seemed to be guiding him. To what, Kakkhan didn't care. Picking up an orb, he looked in the direction he thought was down. another frown appeared in between his eyebrows. Squatting down Kakkhan reached down to where a red bolt had emerged. Pain rushed through his right arm, but it didn't faze him. Pawing through the dark of his mind, Kakkhan created a hole. He looked through to find another light.

The one was different from the howling pure light Kakkhan had just left in its sheath. The one beckoned to him, yes, but it didn't force him to come. Kakkhan looked back at his mind, and bent to pick up yet another blue sword. When he had settled the sword with his others, he turned back to the harsh artificial fluorescent light, and stepped out of the boundaries of his mind.

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The boy groaned and moved. Goku rushed over to his bed, a squalling Goten in his arms. Chichi, Bulma, Yamcha, Krillin, Master Roshi, and the newcomer followed. Vegeta just leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, his style. Trunks looked around, wondering why Goten had started wailing. Bulma's parents, of whom Trunks was in the present company of, looked around too. Mrs. Briefs bubbled worriedly about "that poor sweet boy who saved our lives" and clutched her husband's arm, while Dr. Briefs just patted her hand.

Kakkhan opened his eyes. The pupils were still dilated. The newcomer grimaced in concern. Then Kakkhan blinked, and the pupils were normal. They shrank away from the severe fluorescent light that was the trademark of all hospitals. Now the stranger grinned. The grin smoothed away the frown in the forehead and brought forth a handsome young man of eighteen years.

Seeing the grin, Kakkhan tried to smile back. He barely succeeded. Closing his eyes, he ventured into the stranger's mind. Strangely enough, a thin wall of flexible ki glass blocked Kakkhan. Kakkhan knew the wall well; it was the same thing that encircled his own mind and kept out any intruders.

Kakkhan chuckled mentally. He sent a query pinging against the wall of the future person's mind, 'Are you the person from the future I was told about. If so, then I demand to know your identity. I suppose these other people would like to know too.'

That brought another grin to the future stranger's face.

He dispatched back, 'My name is Son Kakkhan, but you can call Gohan.'

Kakkhan reopened his eyes. The onyx depths of his eyes were now hidden by his usual mischievous twinkle. A grin spread across his face.

He said, "So stranger, are you forgetting your manners? You haven't introduced yourself, Son Gohan."

Everyone stared at the stranger, now revealed as Son Gohan. Mirai Kakkhan sighed. He should have known his past self was up to something.

Mirai Kakkhan glared at Kakkhan while he said, "My name is indeed Son Gohan, and I am the future self of the Gohan in this timeline, wherever he may be. If I am alive, then so is your son. But please don't address me as anything other than Gohan."

Kakkhan smirked again. All heads turned towards Vegeta as he spoke.

"If you're from the future, then what are you doing here?"

Mirai Kakkhan smiled. "Still the same old Vegeta. That's good to know." Ignoring Vegeta's scowl, Mirai Kakkhan went on. "I'm here from the future to tell you that my Dad has a rare heart disease. If you die, Dad, before the Androids come, then the future of your timeline will as bleak as mine is right now. I don't want that, for anybody.

"In my timeline, everything is dead and destroyed. Everyone I see in this room except for Trunks, Goten, and Bulma are dead. You see, in three years, two Androids will come. They love to destroy, and are much stronger than I am at my maximum. Only if we train hard, then perhaps we can defeat them. after I give the heart disease medicine to you, Dad, I'll be off back to my timeline. But I'll be back in 3 years."

Mirai Kakkhan finished. He looked at the stunned faces of everyone present, except Kakkhan and duo of Goten and Trunks. Kakkhan had his impassive mask firmly in place. G & T were just babies. M. Kakkhan waited for an answer.

He got one in the form of "How strong are you, brat?" from Vegeta. That released the tension in the air, and everyone started to talk to either M. Kakkhan or themselves. Goku and Chichi walked over to their eighteen-year-old son and chatter with them, asking who was the person on the bed, for they obviously seemed to know each other. M. Kakkhan gave his father the medicine, then answered the question.

"Yes, the young one and I do know each other. no, I am not going to tell who he is. If he wants his name to be given, he'll give it himself, not through other people." Chichi smiled in exasperation and asked him another question.

It was just starting to get really loud when—

A nurse came in. she stopped and stared at all the people in her assigned patient's room. Then she pointed out the door. Taking the hint, everyone said bye and filed out of the room.

The nurse checked Kakkhan over. That was when Kakkhan noticed for the first time the wrapped state his arm was in. It was bandages from elbow to wrist, and very tightly too. Kakkhan would have wondered that he couldn't feel anything if he hadn't known the Laurenarena Ring had paralyzed his arm. Pain marched through the rest of him as he struggled to sit up and inspect his arm more closely. The nurse pushed him back into the pillows and continued checking his vitals.

Satisfied he was all right, she left. As soon as the door closed and the lights went out, Kakkhan waited, to make sure no one else was coming. Then he called, his voice an echoing whisper in the silence.

"You can come out now, Gohan. You're safe."

Shadows in the corner peeled away to show his future self. M. Kakkhan grinned slightly, his real side showing through to his own self. All the worries he had been carrying around in his own timeline showed through in his face, but they were temporarily put aside for himself, literally.

"Hey, I know you're in a lot of pain. Let me tell you what's happening to you. The Laurenarena Ring has paralyzed you, painfully enough to spread from your hand to the rest of you. But even if your hand wasn't paralyzed, the grip would be way weaker than normal. A Senzu bean will get rid of the paralysis and most of the weakness in your arm. However, your hand will never be as strong in grip as it once was, unless you take the time and the pains to strengthen it once again."

Kakkhan smiled feebly. "You sounded like a doctor when you said that." He sighed. "What do I do to make my hand go back to normal?"

M. Kakkhan's mouth twitched mirthlessly. "Well, before I tell you, I have to give you a Senzu bean."

He opened his jacket to reveal two huge pockets. M. Kakkhan dug into the left one and brought out a capsule. Kakkhan raised a brow. The capsule blew up to reveal a kind of chemistry lab. Jars, test tubes, and beakers filled every inch of the table they sat on. It all seemed so disorganized to Kakkhan. Future Kakkhan found what he was looking for and produced a small jar with a special clasp. The jar was filled to the brim with Senzu beans. Popping off the clasp, the future gave a bean to the past.

Kakkhan sat up again and grabbed the bean with his left hand. Opening his mouth, the child Super Saiyan Two downed the nasty tasting Senzu bean.

The sluggish feeling in his arm disappeared. There was no pain when Kakkhan moved his arm, nor when he flexed his fingers and rotated his wrist. Clenching his right fist, he found Mirai Kakkhan was right. His fist was weaker in clutch.

Then a sudden foreign though came into Kakkhan's head. 'It might be a good idea if you learned to be an ambidextrous while your hand gets stronger. And strengthening both hands might be cool, too.'

Looking at M. Kakkhan, Kakkhan nodded in exasperation. Then he cocked an eyebrow. M. Kakkhan nodded his head at Kakkhan's unspoken question. (QUESTION: Did you have to go through this too?)

Mirai Kakkhan turned back to his mini lab. He capsulated it and put it into his left pocket. Putting a hand into the right inside pocket, he drew up another capsule. Kakkhan raised both eyebrows this time, indicating his interest. MK chuckled at the mixed expressions on his past self's face.

Shaking his head, MK gave the capsule to Kakkhan. Then he backed away, clearing the floor. An explosion later, Kakkhan was faced with a wooden box. Inside were balls and dumbbells and other things that all helped to work out muscles. Kakkhan stared at all the things.

M. Kakkhan said, "One-armed handstands and chin raised would do good too." A smirk hovered on the older Kakkhan's lips. Kakkhan sighed and shooed M. Kakkhan out of the room to get his purifying sleep.

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A/n: So did you guess who the guest from the future was before I gave it away? I hope you didn't. Heh. Anyway, it'll be at least four more chapters before the Cell Games come, 'cause some pretty important stuff has to be introduced into the story before the Cell Games, sooo, for those glaring at me 'cause of my news, sorry!

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SNEAK PREVIEW:

Two long years limped by. Chichi and Goku were very protective of Goten when he turned two, but nothing happened. Chichi then started, or tired to start, tutoring Goten. If it weren't for the complete dunderheadness that Goten possessed, and that Goku protested vehemently against it, Chichi would have succeeded. Normally, that wouldn't have daunted her, but one night, a cool presence invaded her mind. Chichi felt secure, as secure as when a certain boy Saiyan was here. That was when the dream warrior himself came.

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REVIEWER RESPONSES:

Frying Pan of DOOM: Well, Goten didn't actually see Kakkhan, but rather more sensed him. Heh. And no, Kakkhan isn't going to go Mystic. I don't like it. Although it wouldn't put so much strain on him I guess.

TeAr-Of-A-rOsE: Um, could you please clarify what you mean by "can they speak to Gohan please?" If you want the Z-senshi to talk to Kakkhan, don't worry, they will! LOL!

Rarity88: Guess what! You were the only one to guess the future person as Mirai Kakkhan! CONGRATULATIONS! You get a Gohan plushie! *Hands Rarity a Gohan plushie! * Here ya go!

ADDITIONAL THANKS TO:

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