Hey, here's another update. Have to update this in school, have no internet at home any more. But gotta run before they find out im doing this.

btw: last chapter + chapter 7 bad, because rushed, have to revise them

Numerous flashes of thunder tore the dark sky apart, the sudden rumbles startled those under the heavens. Small rodents, who had been collecting food, now fled into their safe holes underground. Little birds aborted their merry singings on the branches of low trees to fly to their nests. Predators abandoned their hunt to seek out for their groups and their preys stopped grazing in the peaceful meadows to protects their younglings.

Nature was in chaos. Rivers flowed more rapidly as if it wanted to get away from the battlefield. The wind was roaring uncontrollably, as if it was in total panic. The ground was shaking, as if in fear. The grass was moving on the ground, as if it wanted to escape these plains.

This and more was seen and felt by all those warriors on that particular battlefield. Had their loyalty not been greater than their fear, they would have fled away moments ago. They watched the person who seemed to be causing and controlling all these chaos around them.

Him, the Saiyan general.

Gohan took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction to relax his tensed up muscles. As predicted, the pain disappeared and made place for a feeling of completeness, triumph, invincibility. He had not felt like this in a long time. Of course it had been a long time since he transformed into his ultimate form; there had been no opportunity, nobody had formed a true thread and competition against him in a long time. Years perhaps, since he transformed for the first time during the Cell Revolutions and that had been more than ten years ago. He had almost forgot how great it felt.

Through his now bright teal eyes, he saw the namek, who was standing at the exact same place as right before the transformation and who was carrying a thoughtful frown. With an earnestness that had no equal, not even the namek's, he looked at the namek.

"Surprise." Gohan simply said, calmly and just loud enough for the namek to hear. He had abandoned his arrogant attitude of evil chuckles and devilish smirks to trade it for a more serious demeanor, but somehow he was more threatening than before. With the expression he was carrying, it was impossible to read his emotions, it was impossible to predict what his next step was. Was he brutal? Or was he mild? Did he slaughter his enemies the most painful way, or did he end their lives quickly and relatively painlessly?

The namek didn't let out any signs that might indicate whether he was afraid or worried and Gohan had expected that much. But whatever reply he expected, he certainly didn't expect this one.

"So, you are a Super Saiyan." The namek uttered the words without any tone that indicated he was surprised. In fact, the expression on his face was so confident and fearless, that it seemed like he had expected Gohan to transform.

Gohan's serious demeanor didn't change, however. He remained the fearless warrior he became after the transformation. But underneath that mask of confidence, Gohan was shocked. How? How did the namek know of this form and also, how did he know the transformation was called Super Saiyan? Only very few people knew about the legendary Super Saiyans and could recognize them as such, and even fewer actually succeeded in obtaining the form. Besides him, only his father Kakkarot, King Vegeta and Prince Trunks had reached the level of the Super Saiyans. And they had kept it a secret; only Kakkarot and Gohan could use the form, but only if the situation allowed it. The King and the Prince did not use the form due to an age-old tradition, which was that heirs to the throne never reveal their maximum power to those who are inferior to them, in other words, their subjects. That way, their inferiors could only assume how great their power is, and since they assume the highest possible, because royalties were considered practically divine and divines are invincible, they were seen as the strongest in the empire, the tip of the pyramid. In many cases this proved very useful for previous, weak kings, who would have been overthrown by stronger warriors had they shown off their real power. By keeping their strength hidden, the heirs had been untouchable, and no matter how strong the King and the Prince were, they held themselves to the tradition, as their ancestors did for centuries. Though Gohan and Kakkarot were allowed to show off their powers and upgrade to Super Saiyan, they didn't do it. The reason for that was that the transformation influenced the currents of nature. It's raw and immense power unbalanced everything around them, and could even cause the destruction of an entire planet if they went too far. It was considered dangerous and risky, apart from the pain that accompanied the transformation as well as the loss of energy after the transformation, so Gohan and Kakkarot decided to use it only if they had no other option. Gohan used it now to make the difference in the battle and to secure their victory and secretly to show the opponent against who they were fighting. But now, as he saw the namek, who didn't even seem to be impressed by him, standing calmly and confidently a few meters in front of him, a cold feeling of panic washed over his heart. But he wouldn't let the namek see the worst of him, he would not show this weak and shameful emotion to the enemy. He still had his pride.

"How did you recognize me as one?" Gohan asked on a cocky tone, which concealed his true feelings. The namek gazed at him from tip to toe, before he answered in his deep, low voice.

"Your hair has turned golden and gravity-defying, your eyes changed from black to teal, you have become more muscular and you are surrounded by a bright, golden aura." The namek replied simply, while he crossed his arms. He smirked as he opened his mouth again to add something.

"And once you've seen one Super Saiyan, you've seen them all."

This time Gohan's pride abandoned him for a short while as he let down his mask and widened his eyes in shock, letting the enemy know just how confident he really was. But what did the namek mean by that sentence. Did it mean that he had seen one of the four existing Super Saiyans? Was the namek present when his father fought Frieza and transformed as the first Saiyan in thousands of years? Or had he observed the endless training of the King, who was determined to reach the form also? Or did he see how during a training Trunks was pushed to the edge by how his father treated him? Or had he witnessed Gohan's own transformation when he needed to kill Cell? Or…or were there more Super Saiyans?

"How…h-how…?" Gohan whispered quietly, unheard by the namek, before he quickly recovered and he became emotionless again.

"Don't pretend you know anything about me, namek." The Saiyan warned. "I'm not intending on wasting my energy on such a weak being as a namek. I don't think you realize my superiority against you, whose origin lies with a race of farmers and healers. I ought rip your heart out as a trophy and blast your body to the next dimension and back, but I'm feeling very merciful today. I'll spare your life under the condition that you bring me to your leader, the one you call Ferdiad, so that we can settle this in a one-on-one battle. Do you value your life, then do as I say. Do you not, then die at my hands. It is your call."

The namek closed his eyes as he let out a malicious chuckle.

"You wouldn't even be ready to fight him." He said confidently.

Though Gohan didn't show it off, he was quite anxious about what his enemy had just said. He was bluffing. Or at least, he hoped he was bluffing. No Saiyan could be stronger than him, perhaps maybe the other Super Saiyans, but most certainly not a half-blood like Ferdiad.

"That is," The namek continued, "if he were here."

This time Gohan cocked one eyebrow in surprise.

"What do you mean "if he were here"? Isn't he, then?" Gohan asked while the usual earnestness crept on his face again.

"He is not. He is invading another one of your planets as we speak. The army you are fighting here is under my command and these troops are actually reserves. The real troops are fighting under Ferdiad…they are much more experienced and in far greater numbers than these men."

Both warriors were silent as their eyes pierced through their enemy's. The more Gohan thought about the words of the namek, the less they became plausible. An army far greater than his own! As if…! They couldn't have assembled that many troops, it couldn't possibly have gone by unnoticed. And Ferdiad was probably hiding in his fortress, struck with fear at the sight of thousands of Saiyan charging towards the city. Gohan let himself be fooled again the bluffing of an enemy. He always had a weakness for that, from the beginning of his warrior life. Bluffing was a very good tool to manipulate or demoralized an enemy and it was often used against him. Especially Cell tended on using this tool against Gohan, who was young and naïve back thenn and believed everything he said. It seemed Gohan had not changed at all in these years, still doubting his own strengths and overestimating the enemy's, which retrained his true potential. But not now. No, not this time.

Gohan's aura grew again as he got into his fighting stand. The namek's eyes widened in surprise at the action.

"I don't believe a word you say." Gohan said as the surprised expression on the namek's face boosted his own faith in his capacities. "I almost fell for it though. I must say, you are a very persuasive namek, I didn't think your people had it in you to try to win a battle by using these kind of manipulative tricks. As a manifestation of respect I have for the absolute brilliancy of your mind, I offer you one more chance at survival, even milder than the last." The expression on Gohan's face told the namek he dealt with serious business.

"Here's my offer: go back to where you came from, wherever that is. Turn around, gather your troops and get the hell out of here. I'm not asking you to betray Ferdiad, I can find him myself…may even result to more fun than when you lead me to him…But save your own body, your battle has already been lost. Enough blood has been shed today, don't make me shed even more."

The namek growled as he ignored the fighting stance of his opponent and still stood upright. And for the first time, he abandoned his calm demeanor.

"How can you even think I will accept that offer!" He yelled aggressively. "By turning away from this battle, I will betray my comrades, even though you 'are not even asking it'. I'm a namek, not the weakling you hold me for. And as we speak, I am fighting to go home, to my planet, which was taken away from me almost a century ago…by your kind. And I swear, I will not rest until I get it back. So you can forget about your offers. They are not welcomed by my ears, or those my men for that matter."

By now, the namek also got into a fighting stance.

"I have an offer for you." The namek added as he powered up. "I say we cut the formalities and finally get on with this fight, and I'd rather have it before the day comes to an end."

And amidst the chaos their immense energy brought, between the lights that both surrounded them, one dazzlingly golden and one blindingly white, the Saiyan general uttered one last thing, barely heard by his enemy, but heard…

"The day ends with you."

Like a comet that roars through the air to crash upon the earth in a matter of seconds, he too roared through the air and experienced a deep impact on the surface of the planet. He was sent through layers of solid rock and it became hotter and hotter, until he reached the end with an underground stream of boiling magma. Though his powers prevented him from being fried to the bone, he still felt the unbearable heat penetrating his skin. The hole, which he created with the impact, had already vanished because of the heavy pressure that was practiced this deep under the planet's surface. He flowed through the thick mass of magma, unable to open his eyes, which would burn his eyes immediately, and unable to open his mouth to breath, which would destroy his body from the inside. He felt the pressure of the planet's inners on his own body, he was being squashed. He had to get out of there before he would drown in this liquid stone or got squeezed by the pressure. He powered up and immediately the pressure and the heat disappeared; he was protected by his own energy. Without hesitation, he flew through the solid rocks above him and in no time it became cooler. He felt he reached the planet's crust and with a yell he went through it. He opened his eyes, that had to get used to the light first and he breathed the with dust and ash soiled air. He descended on the ground and fell to one knee. His heart was pounding like no tomorrow and he breathed heavily. Panic struck his heart once more when he felt exhausted and out of energy. He was completely and utterly worn out. If they kept on fighting on this level, using so much energy, he would soon fall unconscious. Even now he could barely stay conscious. His aura had faded again after the last power up and it faded even more to an extremely dangerously low height. Suddenly he felt a shooting pain below his right shoulder. He brought his hand to the painful spot and he felt a warm liquid on his hand.

It was blood.

Apparently, the armor on his shoulder had been shattered because of a hard punch or a kick. A broken piece of armor was pushed so powerfully against his skin that it pierced through the surface and made a deep cut. He cringed in pain as he held his hand tightly to the wound to stop the flood of blood. He watched his left hand as he held it to the wound. The skin was red and burned, because of a powerful beam he tried to stop a few moments ago. His arm was full of cuts and red bruises, of which he knew would turn purple later that day. His tight black pants, made of fabric that could stretch a hundred times their original size, were full tears and his tanned skin was visible through the tears. His armor wasn't in a better state. Also able to stretch to bigger sizes, the armor was torn apart on his entire right shoulder and it was cracked on the place of his abdomen.

"OVER HERE, GENERAL!"

Gohan's head shut up to the sky, where the voice came from. His eyes widened as he saw a huge energy blast coming his way. He quickly flew away and the beam hit the ground exactly where he was kneeling a few seconds ago. He looked around and he searched for the namek. He could not pick up energy levels any more because his enemy had destroyed the scouter minutes after they started fighting. Gohan was now practically powerless when he could not see his enemy, but, however odd it was, the namek seemed to feel where Gohan was at all times, which gave him a clear advantage.

A stab of pain went through his body as he felt a powerful blow of the elbow between his shoulder blades, and it sent him towards the ground again. This time the impact wasn't as deep as before, but he made a huge crater when he hit the ground. He lay there with his eyes closed as a sharp pain flowed through his body. He hadn't felt this much pain since Cell, but this time it was accompanied with another kind of pain: the pain that comes after one's pride is shattered into pieces.

As he lay down in the crater, he saw the namek flying towards him. He wanted to get away, to stand up and to get out of there, but his body reacted too late. He felt another stab of pain, this time more radical than the others, as the namek planted his knee into Gohan's abdomen. He let out a desperate yell, after which he coughed out dark red blood which dirtied the ground and his armor. He opened his eyes and saw the namek towering above him with crossed arms and a thoughtful expression. If Gohan had the energy, he blasted the namek out of the crater, but he didn't. He was exhausted and it took him everything to stay in his Super Saiyan form.

Gohan was kicked out of the crater and he landed on his back again. As he let out another yell, he felt his eyes burn as warm tears formed in his eyes.

He thought about his past. From the moment he joined the royal legions, he was determined to be the greatest warrior ever. His soul purpose was fighting for glory…his only purpose was fighting for glory. He was a mere fourteen years old, the age to which a male Saiyan becomes a man, when he joined the army. He had enjoyed a heavy training under his father and under Vegeta and was already stronger than most Saiyans when he became a soldier. The following months he had proved to have everything it took to achieve greatness, becoming even stronger than his superiors of the militia. As he grew in strength and power, he also grew in ranks. And then there was Cell. He killed almost the entire Royal Army of Vegeta, and his father and the King being far away from the battlefield, Gohan, who was fifteen at the time, had to face Cell all alone. On the deserted plains of Aelion he battled Cell with all he had, but it wasn't enough. He thought he would die there, alone and far away from home, but then something happened what he would not forget his entire life. He couldn't control his anger any more. Hearing what Cell would do to the empire and his family, he burst. And he transformed for the first time.

Needless to say, he beat Cell, and with the last survivors of the battle Cell's followers and the Saiyans had fought far away from the sight Cell and Gohan fought, Gohan went home and all the Saiyans that survived that battle swore their allegiance to Gohan. Within a few years, Gohan made it to the highest function of the militia: general. He had fought so hard for that and his dream came true.

And for what? To be shattered at this moment? A thick tear rolled down from his eyes as he thought it was all for nothing. Everything he had done, every decision he made, every path he walked, every bit of pain he endured, every man he killed all lead to this moment…and it was all a wasted effort. His goal was not reached…and he would die without glory.

Without being noticed by Gohan, his hair turned black again. His eyes changed to their deep charcoal again and the golden aura disappeared.

It was over.

The namek landed right next to him. Again he towered over the severely injured Gohan and he looked at him calmly. The namek brought his left hand to his right arm, which arched terribly after he was hit by one of Gohan's energy blasts. Though he still had a small amount of energy left, the namek too was worn out, but he was the clear victor of this battle. Gohan coughed as he said the last words he thought he'd ever say.

"Kill me." It came out barely louder than a whisper. But he didn't get any reaction from the namek.

"For heaven's sake, allow me this small piece of honor. Allow me to die with my shame."

The namek looked at Gohan's abused face and he saw the general was perfectly serious. He saw the anguish, the shame on his face, but the namek didn't move a muscle.

"They say you have the power to ascend above all else, general…" The namek started quietly. "And you have. You just…have to find it in a different direction."

With that said, the namek turned around and blasted off, leaving Gohan alone.

The fights had ended altogether, and the Saiyans had lost their victory.

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