Dragon Ball: Insurgent

Endgame: Part 1

We are not angels, we are sophisticated apes

- Vilayanur S. Ramachandran

"MASKENKO!"

Gohan lets loose a superheated bolt of yellow energy aiming right at the older Saiyan. It burns the grass and scorches the earth as it makes its way to Nappa. Breathing heavily, Gohan manages to smile as the attack makes impact. The sheer force behind it causes Nappa to drop Olve and take a more defensive posture. Lighting crackles at the point of impact, yet steadily the gigantic Saiyan is pushed back. With his hands smoking and his face drenched in sweat, Gohan allows himself to fall back to earth with a little laugh. He had done it. He had actually managed to do it. Allowing himself a moment of rest, the young boy sits on the grass and reclines.

Footsteps snap him out of his daze, and he looks up to see Olve standing over him. The crippled Saiyan offers him his one hand to help him up, which Gohan happily takes. The two boys share a look, with Gohan laughing at the effectiveness of their impromptu team work. Olve remains stoic, though the biting of his lip is a signal Gohan had seen every time he had managed to get the upper hand on his friend. There is a small buckle in Olve's knees, but Gohan manages to catch him and hold him up.

"Do you think that did it?" Gohan asks, looking hopefully at the smoke rising from where Nappa had landed, "I…I…didn't mean to hurt him that bad…"

"No," Olve says, shaking his head himself, "Not done yet."

Like a monster, Gohan can see Nappa picking himself up. The Saiyan warrior had taken the brunt of his attack, but even then it had only done enough to delay him. There is a new tremor as the Saiyan warrior actually leaps into the air, crashing right in front of the two of them. Nappa's chest is smoking, part of his mustache is singed off, and one of his gauntlets is a burnt mess on his wrist. Red blood tickles from his mouth, but he is still alive. Yellow lighting is still emanating from his hands, no doubt having put all of his power into defending himself. The Saiyan warrior spits, glaring at the two of them with a bloodlust so chilling that Gohan wonders why he has not dropped dead from fear alone by now.

Nappa forms a fist, "You little brat….you….you have wounded my pride…now…" he pauses to catch his breath, "I'm going to make you pay!"

Gohan cannot move his legs. The fury, the anger from before, is gone. All he can feel is cold sweat running down his back. He falls backward, putting his hands above his head to protect himself. With a cry, he closes his eyes.

"Out of the way!" He hears Nappa yell, opening his eyes just in time to see Olve jump between them. The one armed boy is easily knocked aside, sent crashing into the dirt.

The Saiyan pauses only long enough to confirm that Olve is not going to get back up. He then grabs Gohan by his shirt, putting him close enough that the boy can smell his foul breath. Gohan keeps his eyes shut, praying that his daddy jumps in soon to save him. He's crying, feebly kicking at the Saiyan warrior to no avail.

"Don't you dare touch my son!"

A red blur comes from the heaven, as Chi-Chi tackles Nappa. Gohan feels himself being dropped, as the battle is taken out of his hands. Caught unawares, Nappa is pummeled by a series of brutal punches and kicks. The sound of a breaking ribcage echoes through the battlefield as Chi-Chi's maternal rage is let loosed onto the Saiyan elite. Gohan only sees his mother punch Nappa's chest hard enough to make the brute vomit. And, in a moment, the Saiyan lies as still as corpse. Not moving, and barely breathing.

"Mo…mom?" Gohan stutters, weakly walking towards his mother.

His mother smiles, though she looks even stranger than she had moments ago. Red energy surrounds her body. Seeing her son weakened and running towards her, Chi-Chi allows the energy to dissipate and hugs him. She frantically kisses his cheeks.

"Are you alright? Oh sweetie, I'm sorry! I told you father to gather his strength to help me…I saw that other boy get knocked aside and flew over as fast as I could!" Chi-Chi pats his hair down, "I'm just happy you're safe!"

Gohan is about to assure his mother that he is indeed fine all things considering, but sees a purple star forming behind them. He pushes his mother out of the way, just in time to dodge an attack sent their way by Vegeta. The Saiyan prince is but a speck in the distance, but Gohan can feel his rage. No doubt, he is angry that Chi-Chi infuriated him further by ignoring him. He starts to fly over, a sinister grin on his face. Chi-Chi wraps her arms around him, bringing back the red aura as a sort of shield. Gohan watches, transfixed as their death stare towards them. Except that the purple bullet of a man is blocked by another rush of energy. Both Gohan and Chi-Chi cry out in joy as Goku intercepts. The now semi-recovered warrior trades blows with the prince. Having the upper hand, Goku manages to throw Vegeta away. He cups his hands together and fires a Kamehameha, the prince forced to throw up a barrier to defend himself.

"Kakarot! So you finally show your face again!" Vegeta says to him, a smirk on his face, "I was beginning to think that you had run away! Sending your woman, watching your son be brutalized by Nappa, perhaps you are as heartless as a true Saiyan after all. Using them to wear me down was a clever ploy, but you forget one thing. I am Prince Vegeta! My will is indomitable, my power is absolute! Such cheap tricks serve only to delay the inevitable!"

Goku tenses up, making sure that his back is to his family. While he may not have Chi-Chi's power right now, it'll have to be enough. Everyone had worked so hard to get this far, and now he has to finish it. A smile comes across his face, this is going to be a fun battle. He cannot help but laugh, infuriating the prince even further.

"You know Vegeta, I'm actually having the time of my life. You're the strongest opponent I have ever faced. But here, with my family fighting with me, I know that we can't lose. And I think you know it too."

"Me? Lose to trash like you? Have you lost your mind from fear?"

"No. But, I want to fight you by myself one day. And it's pretty clear that I'm not ready as I am. Without Piccolo, Chi-Chi, my son, Olve, and Yamcha, I would have died by now. You should take your friend and go, when I'm ready we can have a rematch," Goku smiles, scratching his head," So what do you say? Wouldn't you rather have a one on one?"

"Oh, I know what I want to say. Kakarot…"

Vegeta, in his rage, flies towards the sun. Stopping just below the cloud, Goku gasps as a deep purple cover his body. The ground below them begins to break, and he can hear the faint cries of poor Yamcha being thrown about by the maelstrom forming right above them. Goku realizes what he plans to do. Black storm clouds form around them, and Goku can feel his own energy being eclipsed.

"I'm going to turn this entire planet into space dust! Every single one of you is going to die here! I can hold my breath is space Kakarot, but I doubt your family can!" Vegeta brings his hands back, "This is the end for you!"

Taking a deep breath, Goku pulls his hands back as well. There is no way he can dodge it, doing so would kill everyone else. Only one other thing to do.

"Ka…Me…Ha…Me…"

Everything has to go into this. Everyone is counting on him to push this thing back. Failure is not an option. Goku can feel in his chest every single heart beating alongside his own. The blue ball in his hands, growing brighter and brighter, is all of their hopes and dreams coming to the surface.

"GLAICK GUN…FIRE!"

"HA!"

The two waves of energy crash into each other. For a moment, they seem equal. But, far too quickly the Gallick Gun begins to overpower Goku's Kamehameha. The earth raised Saiyan is pushed back, unable to push back against the colossal power bearing down on him. His arms begin to ache, and his veins feel like they are going to pop right beneath his skin. He keeps pushing though, drawing on every single last ounce of energy that he has.

It all seems lost, until a single hand touches his back. Red energy appears on his right. Goku allows himself a look, and sees Chi-Chi smiling back at him. Her power begins to fuse with his own, and son all Goku can see his red, blue, and purple all mixing to together at this one point.

"KIAO-KEN…TIMES TWO!" Chi-Chi yells, doubling her power right before their eyes. The Kamehameha gets a surge of energy, and slowly pushes Vegeta's own attack back a bit. Reenergized, Goku presses this, feeling his own power blend with his wife's. Her hands join his as she contributes more and more energy. Still, it is not enough to totally push Vegeta's energy back. They begin to lose ground.

Something gives them a boost though. Goku manages to look down and see his son putting his hand out too. Their child adds his own power to the mix. For a second, Goku can feel the ocean of energy that resides within his son. The sheer amount of untapped potential, that alone makes Goku want to win. The thought of losing here and never seeing his son grow up, it makes him push that much harder. The entire Son family pushes, and pushes. When it feels like they have nothing left, they push even harder.

Despite the earth literally breaking beneath their feet, hope fills them up. The blue light of their family, of everything that they are, bursts forth. Earth's hopes ride on this, and Goku knows that the two people by his side are everything he needs to overcome this obstacle.

Vegeta feels his attack being pushed back, sweat pouring down his face as he concentrates. A vein is threatening to burst in his forehead as he lays on more and more power. No one had ever forced him to exert himself like this, no one. Not Nappa, not Cui, not a single rival. Yet this low born Saiyan and his earthling family are able to rise to the challenge of facing him. What should have been an easy victory, was now a fight for his very survival. Nappa will not be coming to help him. Gritting his teeth, he pushes the energy wave, moving it yet another inch downwards. The energy around him grows hotter and hotter, with his hair standing even more on end. The red on the other end must be his wife, a shade too. He had wanted to see what that new power could do, but instead she had rushed off to help her son.

Was that the secret? Perhaps in the same vein that he as a Saiyan would come back stronger from the brink of death, these earthlings gain strength from protecting their mates and children. Perhaps strong social ties gave them some kind of energy boost. Yet Kakarot, a Saiyan, had shown the same kind of strength. And even in response to his killing of the Namekian, clearly not a mate or blood relative. Why then, and how? He had always fought for himself, asserting his will over those that were weaker than him. It was his destiny as a Saiyan warrior, as an elite of the highest caliber. It should have been impossible for these people to even lay a finger on him.

Yet here he is, putting his entire being into a single attack. This makes him angrier, and Vegeta yells to give himself a wave of adrenaline necessary to make one more push. He can feel it in his fingertips, yes it would soon be over. Kakarot and his wife may have been able to delay him, but they would not be able to stop him. His gloves were burning from the raw power he was about to unleash upon the earth. Sure their attack was powerful, perhaps worthy enough to be an impersonation of his own "Gallick Gun", but it was no match for him now. They would die, and every inch his line of purple moves towards the planet is another measurement of how close these fools are to their death. He had won!

A sharp pain suddenly strikes his side. Like a gnat, something small and weak had collided with him during his struggle with Kakarot. The attack left a burn on his armor, and Vegeta had not been able to deflect it. His side now in pain, he has time to look over.

"Oh….you have got to be kidding me!" Vegeta screams as the blue energy wave slowly pushes back against him, "You….I am going to make you pay dearly for that!"

Floating just a few meters away, was that cocky earthling from before. The one that had been taking pot shots at him all day. His orange outfit, that irritating orange outfit, standing out like a flag for these people. All Vegeta knows, is that if he survives this he is going to give that guy a few more scars than the one on his face.

"See you in hell you little freak!" The earthling taunts as Vegeta a new sensation come over him. Looking back at the struggle, a blue light is heading his way.

"DAMN YOU! THIS IS NOT OVER! I'M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YO…"

The prince of all Saiyans is cut off, being engulfed by the light of these earthlings.

Despite his injuries, Nappa manages to lift his head up just enough to see the conclusion of the battle with his prince. Somehow, the three earthlings had managed to overpower Prince Vegeta. He follows as the man he swore to protect becomes a new blue star in the sky. Despite this, Nappa is not worried. One thing that had always stuck with Nappa was the sense of greatness he could feel in the young would-be monarch. Ever since he saw the prince kill three Saibamen as a small boy, he had known that he would be destined for greatness. His line was the strongest of the Saiyans, and his father had perhaps been the strongest before the meteor struck the planet. Vegeta had surpassed him years ago, and even now Nappa could not even hope to defeat him. In only a few years after the destruction of their home world, the prince had surpassed him.

For that reason, Nappa knows that Vegeta cannot have died here. If the prince were to die, it would be in battle with only the greatest of the universe's warriors. Creatures like the Cold lineage or even The Destruction God Lord Beerus, that is who Nappa could see killing the prince. To lose to any of them would be an honor. Earthlings like this are but specks of dust in the greater universe. There is no reason to be worried, so Nappa just sighs and looks up at the blue sky.

This planet is beautiful, He thinks to himself as a pair of birds fly by overhead, I'm kind of gad Vegeta didn't destroy it. Maybe when we kill all the earthlings, I'll build a house here.

The thought brings a smile to his face. He turns his head, seeing another body. Judging by the patchy tail, it must be the other Saiyan boy. He had not learned his name during their battle, but there was no doubt this is Olve's son. They are too similar, too much alike in every way. Nappa grunts as a way to get the child's attention.

"Hey, boy. What's your name?" He asks.

The child, hesitates, At this moment, Nappa can bear him no ill will. The Saiyan warrior is aware that defeat too is a part of battle. Despite their power, despite everything Vegeta may claim, they are not invincible. In his life, Nappa has gone up against countless warrior races. Some were greater than even he, and he has a tapestry of scars to show for it. The earthlings had beaten him, plain and simple. Before him laid two paths. He could fester over it, allow the shame to consume him. Or he could accept the shame, use it as fuel to further his own power. There is nothing to say that he cannot come back here and destroy them all when Vegeta and himself train for a bit.

"Come on, tell me. I want to know," Nappa repeats, his voice calm, "We aren't fighting right now, ya know. When I do kill you, I want to know what to call you."

The boy's patchy tail quivers a bit, "Olve."

The name makes Nappa smile, "Arrogant son of a bitch, only the royals name their kids after themselves. Guess he's still sore that his grandfather lost to Prince Vegeta's." He pauses winces as an explosion happens over head, "My question is, why he would leave you on that planet? Why not hand you over to us, we would have been able to make you a great warrior."

Olve coughs a bit, "My father…."

Nappa forces himself to sit up a bit and look at the boy, "Yeah, your father. He served with me in the Tuffle Wars. He went missing with his wife," The memory of his little sister makes Nappa pause out of respect, "Your parents, they were amazing fighters. I wanted to kill your father so bad, I hated competition with him. When he was around, I could never know for sure who the stronger one was."

In a sort of surreal motion, the child forces himself to his knees. The two enemies stare at each other, a silent understanding. Nappa may be injured, but he is more than capable of defending himself should the boy make an aggressive move. Right now, the battle is reaching its end. Prince Vegeta can fight it all he wants, but he will not. Now is the time to retreat, try again on Namek.

The boy grabs his tail and stares at it, "I don't…."

He touches his head, wincing in pain. Nappa waits, curious to see why talking about his parents would be causing the child pain. Warriors die, to not speak of them at all is a dishonor to their legacy. A shame that not a single Saiyan bard survived. The boy could have benefited from learning about their race.

"What happened to Lord Vegeta?" The boy finally says, sweat dripping off his face as the fit passes, "When did he have a son?"

Nappa cocks his head. The burly man also sits up, stretching his muscles in his arm, "Over thirty years ago. I assume your father told you about him. I don't know how they got off world, but I there's a lot that…."

The boy clenches his one fist and shakes his head, "No! Lord Vegeta! The head general, he….he….he not king yet. And you…." Olve looks frustrated and punches his head, "I knew your face! On Plant…you….we…I don't know…"

"Boy, what are you talking about? Did you think you were on Planet Vegeta? We did some research after Radtiz found you, that jungle world was Cooler Planet 3434. It's nowhere near our home world. And you must have been there a long time. Why were you on that planet if you remember fighting with me? Because the Olve I knew was a full grown man, and defiantly not a cripple."

This Olve continues to stare at his tail, as if deep in thought, "I don't know. I remember, being cold a lot." He plays with his tattered uniform a bit, "Something sharp. After that, just being on that other place. Alone…."

He shivers at that word, "Gohan's word. Alone."

A brief moment, Nappa cannot help but feel pity for this young boy. To be thrown from alien world to alien world, and clearly not have any solid idea on just who he is. He starts to look for parts of his sister in him, but al he sees is the boy's father. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a sharp face. Even the way they hold their tails is the same. There is nothing of his sister in their child, which alone makes it strange. He finds himself feeling disappointed, and more confused than ever.

"Sounds like you got some shit to deal with up there," Nappa jokes, scratching his bald head, "Ya know, these earthlings have a beautiful world. I would not mind staying here a bit longer."

"Yeah, beautiful," Olve repeats, looking on as the earth woman hugs her half breed son in victory. An act like this makes Nappa's stomach turn over. Celebrating after a hard fought battle is something one only by rookies and the stupid. Constant vigilance, a sense of readiness, these are traits a Saiyan warrior should try and emulate. Yet, Olve is staring at the woman holding her small child. Nappa can see a twitch in his tail, something his father had when he wanted something. It means impatience, or longing. To not know one's mother, Nappa dismisses the thought. Family was weakness, and mothers especially so. Prince Vegeta had been better off for not knowing his very long, and that half breed would be softened by the coddling. Olve turns back to Nappa with a bittersweet expression on his face, "We beat you."

Nappa cracks his neck and looks at the darkening clouds where Vegeta had disappeared through, "Are you really happy here though? You know, if we leave there won't be anyone to fight."

This was getting to the boy. Again, Nappa can see his face contorting as he tries to figure out what that meant. A Saiyan without a battle to fight was not a Saiyan at all. Sure, the money is nice. Money can buy a warrior any comfort he may wish for. Those are nice distraction, but a Saiyan is only happy during those times of hardship. Nappa fondly recalls being a child, covered in blood and mud as he ran from Tuffles. In those moments a Saiyan feels most alive. No doubt, even as broken as he was, this boy is feeling the same elation. The word Kakarot had used, 'fun', that was a good word for it.

"You're strong boy, you have the blood of an elite flowing through your veins. If you join us, like you were supposed to, all will be forgiven. We're still stronger than these earthlings, we can try you in ways you would never have thought possible. We can give you battles and fights that will dwarf even this one," Nappa pushes, managing to sit up despite the pain, "Wouldn't that be more fun than just sitting around here forever?"

Who knows what is going on inside that boy's head? There's something not quite right. Whether it is the broken speech or the faulty memories, Nappa cannot say. As he starts to form an answer though, a light ascends from the heavens. Nappa does not even need to see who it is. The Earthlings and Kakarot might have thought that Prince Vegeta would have rolled over and died like anything else they may have faced. But the prince is something else. He reminds Nappa at times of the ancient Saiyan war god. The very ground around him is shaking gain, the planet must be frightened. It is what Vegeta is holding that makes Nappa's face ashen.

"He wouldn't be that stupid, would he?" Nappa asks, looking from Olve to the boy named Gohan, "Vegeta, you're biting off more than you can chew…"

Got to…

I can barely see straight, let alone aim. Something about that technique, something about it is just wrong. I could be wrong, it could be nothing more than another energy attack. But, Master Roshi and Yamcha had both told me to trust my instincts. I bring a hand up and close my eyes.

"God's Wrath…" I whisper, but nothing more than a few sparks comes out. I try again. And again. Nothing. I feel exhausted. I punch the ground. Why? Why can't I just do it! I had done it once, when I lost my arm. Gohan could do it, everyone could do it. Flight, ki, everything. I cannot do anything. I don't want to say it out loud. And maybe it won't matter in the end. But maybe Nappa is right. Maybe the Saiyans could teach me what was wrong with me…and maybe even about myself. I know them, I know I do. Not just from recent memories, but from the dreams. The dreams, the flashes, I had seen him every once in a while since coming to earth. Why?

The Son family looks exhausted, I can see that from here. Their energy had all pooled together to save the earth from certain destruction. Yamcha is not moving either, paralyzed by the amount of energy coming from the Prince. I know I have to do something. I have to act. Everyone else had been fighting for too long. It hurts, my arm feels like it is breaking, but I manage to get to my feet. Even though I can't fly over, I can reach him if I start now. Nappa starts to say something o me, but I block it out. There isn't enough time to stay and listen. Biting my lip, I start to sprint. I can physically feel what left of my energy gives way. A few seconds later, I am within leaping distance.

I ignore how much my eyes hurt the closer I get to that little ball of energy. I glare at Vegeta, my body only inches away. The battered Saiyan pushes the ball into my chest out of reflex. I brace myself to feel the familiar burn of energy. But it does not come. I just feel…

Gohan tries to say something as his friend jumps in the way of Vegeta's attack... the combined Kamehameha had taken everything out of him, with flight starting to become difficult. His family was forced to watch as Olve takes the direct attack. Light starts to surround the other boy. It's bright, and Gohan turns away. His mother's arms wrap around him, as if to shield him with her own body. Gohan can feel tears starting to form in his eyes, and he starts to bite and claw at his own mother.

"Let me go! We gotta….we gotta…"

His mother holds onto him tighter, "No! Gohan, you can't do anything right now! It's too late! He's….he's…" Chi-Chi pauses, letting Gohan go as she looks at Vegeta, "Oh my…what…what did he do to him?" A terrible energy begins to ride nearby, but Gohan can feel that it is not Vegeta. It cannot be his energy. The malice, the arrogance, none of that is there. More than anything, there is the feeling of blind fear. Gohan had seen it in animals caught in traps. That feral pain, the wild struggle.

Gohan feels his father fly past them. Despite how damaged his dad must be, Gohan knows that there is no way he would have been able to sit by and watch. There is his distinct yell, and Goku flies backwards. Gohan sees him get the wind knocked out of him. A terrible roar fills the air. Gohan does not just hear it, he feels it. The air itself quivers, and his mother holds onto him as the vibrations alone send them tumbling back. It gives Gohan a chance to break free from his mother's arms. He flies forward, but recoils when he does. It is not Vegeta creating that horrible sound. The Saiyan Prince is floating in the same place he had been moments ago. They share the same look of confusion, and Gohan can see a glimpse of fear in his eyes. Real, actual fear. Their gaze is broken as another roar bellows out from below. This time however, the roar has an all too human quality about it.

What Gohan sees next, he knows he will remember for the rest of his life.

Olve's back is being ripped open. Wild, rough looking brown fur is breaking through what looks to be very single pore on his skin. Muscles are convulsing, growing and shrinking at such a rapid pace that his friend looks like something is oiling inside of him. His clothing rips as Olve grows taller and wider, his limbs being ripped apart by the process. The shaking that they all have been feeling comes from him smashing the ground with his hand, the roaring being his attempts at screaming in pain. Gohan tries to fly over to help, to see if he can do anything, but his mother grabs his arm. The transformation begins to finish up, with Olve's body beginning to settle on a new shape.

"This, this isn't how it's supposed to go," Gohan hears Vegeta mumble to himself, "The transformation is supposed to be painless, you black out. And his body…that isn't what it's supposed to look like."

Gohan looks down again, and nearly throws up. Whatever Vegeta had planned to do, it looks terrible. His friend had been turned into some kind of ape creature, but like none Gohan had ever seen before. Olve's stump of an army had partially regrown. Bits of stringy flesh hang off of it, flailing about uselessly as his friend roars at the sky. His face is gone, replaced by the hideous vestiges of a monster. Sharp, canine like teeth snarl and snap at the air, blood running from the eyes. The eyes, they are the worst part about the face. One of them had popped, leaving a bloody socket in its place. The other is whited out, lacking any sort of focus. Olve's remaining arm is a disproportionate mess. The bicep looks like a large tumor, with veins snaking down the arm and pulsing. Various other muscles look the same, while others look like they have not changed at all. The right shoulder is higher than the left, giving the entire back and chest and ugly, asymmetric look. Olve's skinny frame is seen in the ape's as well, as the ribs look sunken in. Every now and then, the creature would moan or cry by stomping its feet or bashing its arm on the ground.

It roars, crying and reaching up towards the heavens in such a pathetic manner that Gohan can feel his heart start to break. His fists begin to shake. This is his friend, turned into some kind of monster. Worse than that, he is in pain. Gohan is about to fly over and attack Vegeta when he feels the wind move past him. Somehow, Yamcha had been able to get to the Saiyan prince first. Gohan is surprised when his father's friend grabs Vegeta by the armor, the Saiyan being too stunned to do anything about it.

"What did you do to him?!" Yamcha yells, punching Vegeta in the face. It has no effect, but it does not seem to deter Yamcha, "What the hell is that?!"

Vegeta's shock breaks, and he starts to laugh, "Are you angry earthling? What you see before you is the mighty Oozaru. Your word for it would be 'Great Ape'. You see, during the full moon a Saiyan can absorb what are known as Blutz waves through their eyes. Once we absorb enough of them, the glands in our tail react and trigger a transformation. It would seem that the boy bit off more than he could chew."

Yamcha punches him again, Vegeta laughing in his face, "I've seen that before you bastard! That is not what it looks like!"

"Then maybe your friend has some sort of disease," Vegeta tells him, barely audible over the roaring, "How should I know? When Radtiz showed him to us, I noticed his tail was sickly looking. It would seem that something has gone wrong, a shame that is. It just might kill him."

The Prince, casually slaps Yamcha away, smiling at Gohan now, "Well boy, what are you going to do now?"

His mother answers for him, charging at Vegeta with her aura flaring up. Before Vegeta has a chance to begin defending himself, a chunk of rock sails through the air. "Mom!" Gohan yells as it crashes into his mother. Caught off guard, the surprise attack knocks Chi-Chi away. Gohan turns to face Olve, but gets closer than he would like. The crazed monster form of his friend grabs him, crushing him with his paw. Gohan struggles to breathe, yelling as loud as he can as Olve brings him closer and closer towards his mouth.