Hello, my faithful readers! How are you all doing? For me, I am just kind of depressed because of so much that is going on right now (and I am especially pissed off at that bastard who flamed me—you know who you are), and I have something to confess…this story is kind of depressing, but oh well. It is just one of my darker stories. Please, do not sue me, get mad at me, or even flame me because this story is an alternative universe, and Gohan is out of character. Also, be warned that this fic is rated for profanity and gory violence, plus it contains that surprising and shocking part as well.

A/N: Keep in mind that this story is in Gohan's point of view. Also, the planet Namek never existed, and the Cell Games occurred much later than it did in the series.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, period

Identity Change Chapter 1: Transformation

My father, that fortunate and unforgiving bastard! For 12 years in my life, I had suffered under his terrible and abusive beatings that he had inflicted upon me. Ever since he started his abusive turn of events, my fucking life has been a living hell for me. I am glad that that freak is out of my life for good, but what he did to me had consumed me so much. Every day and night I have cursed the heavens, expressing my hurt and my rage. After this cursing, I would usually break down and sob. Every time when someone tries to help me out, I push him or her away from me by cursing them a bit.

My heart is no longer pure and innocent for it seeks revenge on my father for his cruel intentions. You might be asking how the fuck I would do that while my father is dead and is rotting in hell. It is that simple. He used to always protect innocent people from any kind of danger. It has been such a pity that he never did that kind of shit to me: his eldest son. He decided to abuse me and mentally and emotionally fuck me up instead. If his heart was set on protecting everyone, then I will make him suffer in hell by continuously and brutally killing those whom he had fought so hard for. I do not give a fuck what anyone says or does about it, and it is not like they would defeat me either. Having hidden powers, I am the most powerful fighter on Earth. My speed and agility will cause me to be impossible to catch up with. Even Vegeta, my father's rival, would not catch up with me. Life is sweet when you are a bad ass who is so powerful and fast, with no equal in this fucking world.

I stood up from my bed and walked to the bedroom mirror that was hanging on the opposite wall. Call me crazy, but I always look at myself to see the painful and scarred face of a young eighteen-year-old guy who has been physically abused for no reason. Probably the worst injury that I ever got on my face was when my father punched my face so hard that it gauged out my left eye. Shit, this disfigured appearance of my face depresses me so much. I wish that my father had not fucked me up physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. My life has been a total nightmare. Why can't I just be treated with love and care? Now, all I do is hate, curse, and bottle up my hurt and wrath inside me. Every day, I have thought of doing something drastic like my putting my own life to a tragic end or severely injuring myself, which was something that I did occasionally.

Feeling that I could not take it looking at myself any longer, I sharply turned my back on the mirror and headed for my closet. I opened the doors and my one eye caught site of the outfit in front of me. Pulling it out, I examined it closely. It was a snug, black two-piece outfit with blades on the wrist. A pair of black boots and black gloves went with it. The headpiece was only a long piece of black cloth that I would wrap around my head. I have made this outfit a couple of years ago myself, and I am hoping that it will enable me to have a fierce disguise just in case I decide to go out and slaughter thousands of innocent people. You might think that I will just use my energy blasts to take on such a task, but that is where you are wrong. My grandfather gave me a couple of razor sharp katana swords for my fifteenth birthday because he feels that they might come in handy just in case I wanted to fight an opponent who only fights with a sword. I also had fifteen throwing stars that were also given to me by some person I didn't remember.

Smirking for I was ready to follow through with my decision, I changed from my casual, every-day clothes to my fighting clothes, and wrapped the piece of cloth around my head covering the scarred slit where my left eye was once. I slung two sheaths across my back so that they Chris-crossed, and I carefully slid the two katana swords inside the sheaths one at time. Kneeling down, I pulled on the boots and pulled on the gloves. Then, I fastened five stars to the chest area, and turned the rest into a Dino cap. Now, I was ready to take on a task that that bastard of my father would regret on seeing me do. After opening my window, I flew out, laughing silently and evilly to myself.