"Now, Piccolo! DO IT!"

Those were Son Goku's final words. Piccolo shot his Special Beam Cannon straight through both he, and his brothers midsection, being able to clearly see the blue sky through what used to be their chests. They'd won, but at what cost? The strongest warrior on Earth was now dead, by his hand to boot. He walked over to the boy who had lost a father. The kid had taken a pretty mean hit in the fight, so it would've surprised Piccolo if he was still breathing. Believing that he had bit the dust, Piccolo flew into the distance, leaving the field full of death behind.

It took a long while. 3 Days to be exact, but the child called Gohan had been alive. Under the light of a crescent moon, he opened his dirt crusted eyes, his body had been desperately clinging to life since that incident, and for some odd reason, he felt good. Like he had just finished a strenuous workout. He got to his feet and looked around, not recognizing his surroundings, at least until he found the bodies. The decomposing corpses of Goku and Raditz were still in the same positions that they had been for three moons, save for the birds that had been picking at what meat they could get from under their clothes. The sight and smell of it made Gohan want to retch, but the emptiness of his stomach prevented anything from leaving his body. What exactly had happened here? He couldn't remember how he had got to this point, but he felt a sense of relief that he was in a far better state than these two. He figured he'd needed to move, before whatever killed them returned for seconds.

"-itz! RADITZ REPLY YOU BUFFOON!"

An staticky, angry yell came from the device that was still on that man's head. Gohan charily walked over, as he had recognized what the sounds meant. Thinking about it, he knew quite a few sounds that worked the same. Maybe he could get something out of it. He picked up the machine, dusting off the pieces of Raditz that remained on it, and placing it on his own ear. The machine chirped to life, showing a bunch of symbols that he did not understand, strange. Taking a breath, he attempted to use one of the sounds he knew.

"Hello?"

"Raditz! Finally! What the devil is going on down there?" This thing was clearly upset about something. Through context, Gohan put together the situation.

"I found you on a body."

There was a long pause, as the machine thought, Gohan thought it had finally died before it chirped again with the same voice,

"And who are you, exactly?" Who was he? He had to think hard, did he have a name? He checked his clothes, maybe there was a mark or something that had some indication on who he was. Ah, there it was. He had to remove the shirt he was wearing, but neatly stitched on the back of his collar was something that he knew the meaning of.

"Gohan." He read, finally answering the machine.

"Well, Gohan. Seeing as someone on your mudball of a planet has killed one of the weakest Saiyan warriors, I'll tell you something fun. Two far greater warriors are arriving on your planet in 11 months. We're going destroy you, and every shred of life on your world. You can use that time to enjoy the remains of your life. See you soon." The line went dead, a sense of dread sent down Gohan's spine. Hearing that he was going to die was a big pill to swallow, seeing as he hadn't quite figured out what life he had just yet. But it seemed, at the very least, he had time.