Sorry for deleting it...still the same as before

"But general, sir, that's impossible!"

"Then you will make it possible! I want your men to abort fighting and get their asses to the city wall. That wall must be breached! If we can't conquer the city through the sky, we must conquer it the old-fashioned way; by destroying a part of the walls. That is your first priority! Now get over there!"

Gohan growled in frustration and anger. He was standing in the middle of a high rock formation with the battlefield a few miles in front of him and their encampment a couple of yards behind him. As a general, he'd always watched his men fighting without participating in it; those were the rules of being a general, and for Gohan, the downside. The military couldn't risk loosing him, so Gohan rarely fought any more, accept when the situation got too out of hand, like their last mission on Tasshik. It annoyed the hell out of him. He was a warrior; he was born as one and he'd probably die as one. Not being allowed to fight was killing him.

The general walked up and down nervously with his arms crossed and his narrowed eyes never left the battle. He didn't realize it himself because he was so caught up with his own anger, but a bright blue aura was surrounding his body. Angrily, he looked over the battlefield and saw something he did not like at all: he was loosing.

With clenched teeth he thought back at what happened since he left Tauvega. He traveled four long days to Alderyn, not knowing what to expect and definitely not foreseeing what was waiting for him there. They landed in a deserted area a few thousand miles from the capital Sevilla, where they knew the base of the rebels was situated, so the attack of the Saiyans would fully surprise their enemy by their calculations. By foot, the Saiyan army, led by Gohan, reached the city in a week. They would have reached it in less than a day had they flew, but that would attract to much attention and ruin the surprise attack. So they marched the thousands of miles to the capital. Those days were long and almost unbearable. The sun was burning high in the sky, heating their bodies to the point where they had to rest and look for shelter in the shadows every four hours. They walked through the most inhospitable places one could imagine. Stinking marches, thick forests, sandy deserts, high mountain passes. They often woke a monster in their tracks, which they had to fight, which wasn't really a problem, wasn't it for the fact that they still couldn't use any energy attacks in order to keep their surprise attack. Gohan had barely slept in that week and he had no doubt his men hadn't either. They always had to be on their guard. For all they knew they could have been discovered in no time and even though Gohan had instated night guards and the guards were replaced every two hours, every Saiyan unconsciously stayed focused and ready to fight any minute, which gave them no occasion to rest or to sleep. And when they finally, after a week of marching and barely sleeping, reached the capital, the men were tired. They could still fight though, but their moral had taken another serious blow shortly after the first, which it received when the men were sent off to some place to fight again shortly after returning home. Though Gohan knew a damaged moral had it's effects on the outcome of the battle, he thanked fate for the opportunity to sneak up to the enemy and surprise them with everything they got, which, Gohan knew, could be essential for the outcome of the battle.

The general didn't know how, but their enemies had suspected their coming to Sevilla. Upon reaching the capital, Gohan soon found out that his enemy had already gathered and mobilized all of his troops and was actually waiting for Gohan to make his move. The general saw the risk in attacking first, since the enemy had the advantage of having a fortress to prevent the invading of the Saiyans, so he waited. For three days, both sides waited for the other to attack. The Saiyans had regained some of their strength though sleep and rest as much as possible, but their hands had been itching to just forget strategies and rules and to blast their enemy to his death. They obeyed their general however and waited for orders, which came after three days and nights. Gohan knew that waiting longer was too risky, since the enemy could gather more troops the longer they waited.

The general of the Saiyans ordered the attack against the capital, which was heavily defended by shields and defense-mechanisms. The thousands of Saiyans under Gohan's command charged to the city, while Gohan and other men occupying an important military function, watched as the battle commenced.

When from a distance Gohan could see the enemy's troops through his highly developed vision, he cocked an eyebrow. The army they were fighting consisted of a great diversity of races. Changelings, who could transform at will, Aquarians, who could master any source of water, Yardrads, who were actually weak but were extremely powerful in manipulating energy, Nymphs, who were able to fool their enemies with mind tricks, Tasshikians, who were skilled in both fighting and tactics and many more, but the biggest surprise came when Gohan saw humans on the battlefield. Apparently, they had learned to tap into their energy at will, something Gohan never thought possible of such a weak race. By manipulating energy, they actually were a match for an average Saiyan.

The Saiyans started off well, they could break through some of the enemy's defenses and they almost succeeded in destroying the gate. But then, something happened that turned all odds in this battle.

A namek had approached the battlefield. Now if this was any namek, Gohan would have had no doubt that he would be killed soon since nameks were not very strong and certainly couldn't be a real match for any Saiyan. But the moment he saw the sight of this particular namek, he knew this wasn't just an ordinary green, pointy-eared creature. The confidence and the faith in himself were reflected on his face, as if he was certain of his victory, and it made Gohan doubt about his own.

But that couldn't be possible, would it? A namek, of a relatively weak race, winning from thousands of Saiyans? No, even a Saiyan in Super Saiyan form could not succeed in that.

But the namek stood there, in front of the gate, watching as both sides didn't take any notice of him and kept on fighting for their victory…and life. From the distance, Gohan could see the white cape flowing behind him in the little wind that blew over the fields. And…what was that? Did his eyes played tricks on him…or was the namek looking straightly at him?

But in a fraction of a second, he banned that thought out of his mind as the namek rid himself of his cape and the turban he had been wearing, revealing his purple fighting gi. With a speed even Gohan couldn't follow, he landed the his first punch on the face of the nearest Saiyan. He was dead at once.

What happened in the next few hours both amazed and frightened Gohan. Since the namek participated in the battle, the odds were turned and the Saiyans were on the loosing end. Not only was the namek indescribably strong and powerful, he also managed to encourage his troops through his action and through words Gohan could not hear from a distance. The namek's fighting skills were unbelievable. He could take on a dozen of Saiyans and winning over them with ease, he could be shot at with no less than eight beams and dodge them without any trouble, he could be attacked in the back and still be able to notice it. He was incredible strong, but he hadn't lost any speed. How could a namek posses such power?

"Garth!" Gohan suddenly yelled as his gaze never left the battlefield. A short Saiyan with long, spiky hair ran up to Gohan and stopped a few feet behind him, in fear for Gohan's incredible aura.

"How many scouters left?" He asked rather curtly.

Garth seemed to look through the papers he was carrying with him, before he answered.

"There are exactly 2456 scouters online and on the field." Garth answered after a while.

Gohan's eyes widened in shock. 2456 scouters online? Gohan knew that online scouters equaled fighting Saiyans. 2456 scouters online meant that no less that two third of his army was demolished.

"That much deaths?" He asked in a whisper, as he felt an uncontrollable anger rising within.

"No, sir. 1214 men are injured, 347 of them severely." Garth replied.

But still, that meant that more than three thousand Saiyans had met their ends in this place. And the enemy's troops didn't seemed exhausted at all.

Gohan found himself shaking with anger. This was all the king's fault. If he hadn't send them to this planet, his army would not have suffered so many losses and Gohan would not have suffered this much defeat. Had he just listened to him and abandon his plan to send troops over here, they could have find out more about the enemies and what their numbers were. But instead, Gohan was ordered to lead his troops against an enemy unprepared. It was like fighting in the darkness, with not a single source of light clearing their vision. Gohan clenched his fists and yelled furiously. The rocks under him were beginning to crack, while his aura grew even more. The men from the encampment looked at him open-mouthed while they stepped back a few yards.

Gohan saw the namek stop in his tracks. That namek! That namek had killed over three thousands of his troops. It wasn't possible, it wasn't fair. Why did fate give him this much power?! Nameks aren't supposed to be this strong and this powerful and certainly not as powerful as a Saiyan.

As if the namek know what Gohan thought, he turned around and aimed his gaze at the general. This time Gohan knew for sure. He could clearly feel the eyes piercing though his as if he was challenging him. Gohan was literally blinded by raw anger and clenched his fists so hard that blood was beginning to seep from his palms. So the namek challenged him? Then he would have a challenge. He would teach the namek never to challenge a Saiyan. Or steal away his victory.

His aura had now reached it's pinnacle and carried flashes of a bright, golden color.

The sight of an enemy troop summoning the red hatred within…

His sword piercing through the air in a flash of shiny metal…

The expression on the enemy troop's face, shocked, terrified…

A trickle of blood falling on the skin of his face.

Everything was silent.

No yells, no screams, no swords colliding.

The only sound came from his risen heartbeat and his heavy breathing.

And then it started all over again.

And again…

And again…

Until he knew he had killed enough to give him nightmares in his sleep, but not enough to satisfy his blind hatred.

He didn't notice he was watched by the namek from a distance. How could he notice, he was blinded by his anger, his hatred, surrounded by redness.

His sword cleaved through a man's chest and Gohan would have heard the terrifying scream of the man being in excruciating pain, but as blind as he was by his anger, as deaf as he was for any sound other than his own heartbeat and breathing.

The namek narrowed his eyes as the general came closer and closer to him, slaughtering foes in his path.

Gohan raised his swords and in a quick movement made a deep cut across someone's chest. He felt someone behind him and made a turn to block a hammer coming towards him, before he cleaved his swords through the master of the hammer's belly.

And then he found the namek, whom he had lost in the redness. And the namek saw him. As an unspoken agreement, declared by their both fierce eyes, they slowly walked towards one another, Gohan with the with blood drenched blade in his hand as the battle raged around them. With each step, Gohan felt his anger rise even more and he was ready to kill the namek who had ended the lives of so many of his men. The namek, however, remained calm, as he did from the moment he started fighting.

And then, the two warriors were only a few feet apart from each other, until the namek and the Saiyan both stopped in their tracks. They stared at each other, battling with their gazes, both determined to win at all costs.

It was Gohan who made the first move. He smirked and stood upright, while he threw away the sword he still had in his hands. The namek narrowed his eyes as he watched the sword being tossed aside and he looked at the smirking Saiyan in front of him.

"My body is the only tool I need." Gohan said as he cracked his fists and fingers, preparing for the fight he would commence in a few moments. The namek let out a small chuckle.

"Because a man of courage never needs a weapon." The namek replied with a smirk.

"Exactly. It pleases me that you and I are on the same line, even though it'll be for the last time." Gohan looked at him cockily with the smirk still on his face. The namek dropped the smirk and his expression changed into a serious one.

"I have heard rumors about you." He stated matter-of-factly.

Gohan chuckled before he replied.

"Have you? And what did they say." The namek waited a few seconds before he replied.

"They say you are the strongest Saiyan alive. That you have the power to ascend above all else, tapping into your fierce power at will. They say you can end a life with a mere gaze and demolish one's hope with the sound of your voice."

Gohan closed his eyes and chuckled at what the namek had said.

"They also say I'm an 8 feet tall warrior, who can spit fire from his mouth and shoot energy blasts from his ass."

The general shot his eyes open and looked straight at the eyes of the namek, who had been watching him all the time.

"Don't let yourself be tricked by anything the mob claims. They will fool you, prejudice you and you will turn out to be very surprised in the end."

Gohan's smirk widened as he placed his feet firmly on the rocky ground and bend his arms, clutching his elbows to his sides and clenching his fists.

"And rule number one when battling a Saiyan: always expect surprises."

The last thing he saw was the solemn expression on the namek's face.

And with one yell, one outburst, everything disappeared for the Saiyan. His anger had risen to unknown heights as he used it to his advantage, he used it to draw his power from. He sought in the depths of his body, for every little source of energy that he could gather. A heat came over him, slightly flushing the his skin as he felt the energy gathering in his stomach. All he had to do, was bring it out…pull the trigger, and release this ocean of force. His muscles tightened under his skin as they grew more and more. His veins swell and they were clearly visible. Gohan felt his hair get spikier with every passing second. He felt pain. Yes, he could not deny it. Every time, he still felt the same pain as he felt all those years ago when he succeeded to do the impossible, and he could gather it would never change. It was not the sort of pain he got from a punch, or an energy wave. It was the kind of pain he felt after a great physical exertion, the pain of a growing exhaustion. But after he was done, after he had gathered all his energy, it would be over and he would be like reborn. And that he always kept on his mind, when performing this little trick.

Unnoticed by him, the men around him stopped fighting as they felt the ground shake under their feet and the sudden upcoming wind and were distracted from their battles. Both Gohan's men and the enemy's looked around them to find the source of those strange things that had occurred during their fights. And they found out the source was a men with a blindingly bright golden aura, the Saiyan general. Scouters broke because of the enormous power they picked up, men stepped back in fear, the powerful stream of sandy air rushed around the bystanders, who had to cover their faces with their arms. The sky changed, the dull gray clouds being replaced by a dark, threatening storm, with flashed of lights and rumbling thunder.

Gohan clenched his teeth in pain. He was almost there. Just a little further, and it would be over. All he had to do was bring it out.

Just a little longer…

He found the trigger…

…and pulled it with all his might…

…to bring out the power.

A powerful yell resonated over the fields while the surroundings were immersed with the golden light, blinding everyone for a few seconds. And then there was total silence, as if time stopped that instant. None was heard. No clashing of weapons, no screams, no sound of destruction caused by beams…nothing.

The light dimmed and vanished gradually from the battlefield to bring the men back to reality again. Their vision cleared and they took in their surroundings. Dust and sand had filled the air on the place the general stood just mere moments before and slowly it vanished again.

And a man appeared through the stream of ascended dust and sand that had filled the air.

A man with a golden aura, golden hair, teal eyes and the powerful and fierce expression on his face.

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