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"How many do we have now?" Bulma asked, gazing around. The fighters had just started to land back on the lookout, dragon balls placed on the ground in the middle.

"I don't know. Let's see…" Yamcha replied, sarcasm dripping heavily from his voice.

"I will not hesitate to blow you to pieces, idiot." Vegeta growled, unmoving.

"You want to see if people will like you after that?" The scar faced human bristled, feeling like a boss.

The Sayian prince took a menacing step towards Yamcha, a growl rumbling from deep within.

Yamcha flinched, taking a step back. He wasn't sure if he should go on. "Fine." He mumbled, giving it up. Even though he still loved Bulma, he wanted to keep his life.

"… Six, seven!" We have all seven!" Goku announced, happiness evident in his voice.

"Da da daaa." Baby Trunks cooed, running as fast as his chubby legs could take him. The lavender-haired baby stumbled, right before he got to the dragon balls, emitting a sound.

"Hey Trunks!" Bulma cooed in a baby voice. She scooped him right up. Just his presence could make her feel like nothing was wrong in the world. "You woke up…" She lavished him with kisses, giggles making their way out of him.

Marai Trunks walked up to the baby, remembering the little incident he had with him. "Hey."

At that moment, the baby refocused his attention on something behind his future counterpart. It was a serious look, even for a baby. All heads swung that direction that had noticed baby Trunks' shift in mood.

Standing there, with a pissed look upon his face, was Gohan. He was visibly shaking, strange vibes floating off of him like heat waves. He was hunched over, his black orbs staring dangerously at each and every one of them.

"Get in the lookout." Goku demanded, voice low.

"Why?" Bulma asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Don't question him, woman. Get in the lookout." Vegeta hissed, falling into a fighting stance.

"I will not until you-," The now angry Bulma screeched, before getting cut off.

"Get in there before I make you!" The cocky Sayian growled, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"No!" Before she could do anything, Yamcha grabbed her roughly, pulling her to the lookouts palace, her fighting back each step of the way. "Let me go!" She kicked and punched, each move making contact, but not wavering him.

"Gohan's not okay! Get in here before he ends up hurting you!" Yamcha snapped, releasing her.

"It's true, Bulma. He will hurt you." Krillin said. Her sharp gaze fell upon him, making him flinch. This was the kind of glare that Vegeta would get anytime you rubbed him the wrong way.

Anything else that was going to say was cut off by a booming sound. Bulma found herself pushed into Yamcha, and Yamcha into Piccolo.

"Get the hell off of me." The Namekian snapped. He shoved the human off, flinging them across the room.

The blue haired woman was thrown into the wall. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, giving her the need to get air.

"Sorry, Bulma." Yamcha said. He still stayed in that place, oblivious to her attempts to free herself.

Another loud boom was heard, a series of other noises soon falling. Yamcha staggered back, falling to the ground.

Bulma took a deep inhale, her face coloring. "YAMCHA!"

"What?" He put his hands up in defense.

She pinched her nose, counting to ten before continuing. Her voice was much more calm. "You could have suffocated me!" She couldn't help the pitch rise at the end, her eyes flying open.

"Hush!" Piccolo boomed, "we have more important matters right now." He had a look of concentration, with a bit of irritation.

She looked over to her future son. He flinched too. "Why the hell are you still in here then?"

He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "To protect you guys if he manages to get in here."

As reality set in, Bulma slid to the ground, curling herself up into a ball. "What's happening?" She whispered, her mind clouding over. Chubby arms found their way around her neck, and she took her baby in her arms, cuddling with him.

After that, things were much more quiet, allowing Piccolo to zoom in on the battle right outside.

Goku dodged an attack, whirling around to kick Gohan in the back, sending him flying to the ground. He himself landed, back into his fighting pose. "Gohan! Listen to me!" He called desperately, trying to talk some sense into his boy.

Vegeta manifested behind the now standing boy, putting him in a headlock. "Listen to your father, boy." He hissed. The boy was really starting to get on his nerves. Something happened to the boy sometime during or after the Cell games that had Gohan in this pissy mood.

Gohan stayed silent, his dark vibes increasing in speed, power rising right along with it.

"You have got to snap out if this! This is so unlike you!" The Sayian called out. This was so wrong. What happened to make him this way? If Gohan didn't snap out of this soon, Goku feared that he would overpower them all. His boy was the strongest being on earth, and that was leverage.

With an unseen movement, Gohan had the Sayian prince pinned to the ground. He had a sadistic smile on his unsettling face. His hand moved up to rest on Vegeta's face, energy forming.

"GOHAN!" Goku was on the brink of going crazy. All the things that his son wouldn't normally do were exactly what he was doing now. This Gohan was a new Gohan. One that nobody thought was tangible. If this went any further, Goku would have to hurt his boy. That fact repulsed him.

"Get off of me you scum!" Vegeta spit, hands coming up to wrap around the one hand pressed up to his face. He tried to pry it away, but the kid was just too strong. "Kakarot! What the hell are you waiting for?" His face began to burn as the power ball grew. He didn't like the itchy feeling that was overcoming him.

"He's my son!" Goku was still at war with his heart. He knew what he had to do, and it broke his heart. He charged at his son, giving a holler. "Stop that!" His fist came into contact with his sons' face.

Gohan's face whipped to the side, his hair momentarily flickering to a yellow color before turning back. His body, however, moved not even a inch, the ball of energy exploding.

The impact at close proximity drove Vegeta into the ground. A howl of pain escaped his lips. It felt like his body had burst into flames, sending him over the edge. His hair turned yellow, eyes turning a light green. It flickered out after a second.

In fast movements, Gohan and Goku went at it, each sending a flurry of attacks to the other.

To a mere human, it would seem like it was a stalemate. To the trained eye, one would know that it was Gohan who had the upper hand.

Each blow to the face sent a multitude of tingles down Goku's body. Every move he hade was dodged, and met with a blow to somewhere on his body. A kick to the stomach had momentarily rendered the full Sayian useless, letting the demi-Sayian land much more damage to him.

Goku caught his breath, nothing but the primal urge to fight going through it. He flew back, aiming a punch to his sons' face, only to find Gohan gone. Looking around bewildered, he was unaware of the next move.

His body sailed towards the ground, Goku inching his way upright, landing on the ground the right way. His response was shoving his palms together, mustering up as much energy as his body would let him.

He couldn't find his target longer than a second. "Damn it! Come on…" As much as he tried, he couldn't lock on to Gohan's signature.

With a tap to his shoulder, Goku was warned that his son was behind him. He opened his eyes wide in shock. He wouldn't be able to block this in time. It didn't stop him from trying. It was the wrong move to make. His stomach caught the end of the powerful blow, sending him across and off of the lookout. His energy was depleted, so he couldn't manage to catch his fall.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact that never came. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing his son. He could see it. Gohan's hair was tinted green, his eyes pure white. He now had an animalistic grin on his joyful face.

"You actually like this, don't cha?" Goku whispered, waiting for the next blow. With a swift kick, he was sent back up, landing on the ground with a forceful impact. He could feel the blood seeping down his head, a sliver of it entering his eye, giving him a burning sensation. He was just too strong to handle, and seemed to have a limitless supply of energy. He enjoyed it, which is what Goku couldn't understand. His sweet son was now just a ruthless monster. "There must be some sort of him in there. I taught him how to always see the light."

An evil laughter grew closer. With a dramatic end, Gohan landing on his father, purely enjoying the pained expression. He loved the fear on the face he was tormenting. Blood spurted out of his mouth, bringing joy to the Sayian legend.

The yells of pain were music to his ears, and only made him want to hear more. He grinded his boot clad foot harder into Goku's stomach, earning a louder scream.

He extended a hand behind him, letting an energy beam loose, sending the Sayian prince flying.

He grew bored of his games. He needed to end the man at his feet. Flying up into the air, Gohan readied his attack. "Maaaaaaaassssaaaakeeeeennnooooo-" the earth shuddered, waves upon waves of power rushing towards the monster.

"GOHAN! STOP THIS! HE IS YOUR FATHER!" A voice of reason slithered into his mind. The energy ball shrank in size. He felt confused. What just happened? He quickly shook the feeling off, doubling the size of his blast. "Haaaaaaaaa!" The power slowly left his fingertips.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?" The voice was back, stronger than ever.

"GOHAN! YOU HAVE SPENT YOUR WHOLE LIFE TRYING TO DEFEAT PEOPLE WHO DO WHAT YOU"RE DOING RIGHT NOW!" Why was the voice so loud? He scanned the ground, the energy ball frozen in place. He saw a green blur on the ground. He realized that it was Piccolo speaking, not his voice of reason. He didn't have one. So why had he stopped, and why did Piccolo sound like a voice of reasoning? As he thought about it, he remembered what the Namekian had said.

This was his father? He let his gaze find the man, who lay unmoving. It was!

"Father!" Gohan shouted.

Then the darkness clouded his mind again. He was no father of his. He was just scum, waiting to be cleaned up.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Piccolo's voice pierced through his barrier once again, setting his mind into a whirl of thoughts.

"What am I doing?" He asked, startled. What he was doing was against his morals. That shocked and delighted him at the same time. They deserved it, that's why. He let the attack go, allowing it to go fast. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"DON'T DO IT! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! YOU DON"T KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE!" Piccolo was desperate at this time. He didn't want his only true friend to become ruthless. That wasn't who Gohan was.

Gohan was hit with a force. All of a sudden, he could feel Piccolo's thoughts and his intense emotion caress his skin. He was speaking the truth. Gohan snapped out of it, only able to stare in shock at his own attack flying towards his father.

"YOU SAVE THEM!" Piccolo fell to the ground, not even daring to look.

"FATHER!" He went into action. Flying as fast as he could, Gohan raced towards the threat. His heart raced, the adrenalin rushing through him. He got there a second later. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stop it in time. He stood right in front of it, arms crossed in a defense position.

"Oh no…" Bulma whimpered, tightening into her little ball more. She wished this was over. She feared the worse when a huge explosion sounded outside. From what she heard, Gohan was about to kill Goku.

Krillin groaned, clenching his eyes shut. He waited for the booming sound to end. He knew that the power of the attack could destroy a planet a thousand times over.

"I'm going back." Yamcha silently screamed. He hated the feeling.

Piccolo had felt Gohan's change in heart as soon as it happened. He sighed in relief. He had gotten him out of the person that he wasn't. His head shot up when he felt the distress that shot up. Gohan rushed to his father, trying to save him.

He flew as fast as he could to Gohan's aid, immediately standing in the defensive position that his pupil sported. The impact was strong, and had Piccolo sliding back.

Many moments after, things started clearing up.

"Are we dead?" Yamcha asked, peaking out. Everything still seemed to be intact, save a majority of the edges of the lookout.

Nobody answered him. They all were stuck in a place within their minds. The only ones who weren't were the two lookout keepers. Dende stood there, staring out, absorbed in the scene before him. Mr. Popo was at his side, hands clasped behind his back.

Gohan looked through the slits in his eyes. They had stopped the attack. His mind and heart raced. He glanced over to see Piccolo beside him. His eyes met his mentors. "What just happened?"

Piccolo gaped. "You don't remember?"

Gohan shook his head furiously. "No, I do!" It was hard to explain. "I can remember it perfectly, but what went through my mind I couldn't. I only remember vague thoughts based around the darkness." Tears sprang to his eyes.

"Goku!" Dende shouted, running towards the two.

"That's right! My dad!" Gohan whirled around and crouched down. His father was battered. Scars littered his body, blood gushing out of the wounds. The skin on his forehead was ripped, showing his skull. Tiny cracks filled with blood could be seen.

It had Gohan flinching. Dende rushed past him, putting his hands over him. In no time, everything was healed, only tattered clothes showing of the battle.

"Is he okay?" Bulma said in a quiet voice, leaning down. Gohan looked around. All his friends seemed to be here. It felt crowded. His eye twitched.

"Now he is. Just give him some room to breathe." Dende turned his attention off in the distance. "Now to go to Vegeta."

"The hell with that. I'm fine." Vegeta stumbled forward, breaking through the crowd. "Wake up, Kakarot." The prince slapped his rival hard it the face, a red mark instantly appearing.

A sigh escaped Goku's lips, and his eyes opened slowly. "Gohan." He shot up. "Are you normal?"

Gohan felt a pang. It was a harsh word to say, considering that they weren't normal for human standards. "I am."

"Come here." Goku demanded, holding out his arms. Gohan dove into them, taking comfort in his fathers embrace.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what happened to me!" It was hard not to let the tears fall.

"Yeah, you gave us all a scare." Yamcha cracked.

"Shut the hell up, idiot." Vegeta answered.

All the looks were now directed at Yamcha. "What?"

"Are you okay?" Trunks asked. Bulma's ex had a wild look in his eyes, and he had a grin that was unsettling.

"Yes, why wouldn't I? I'm not dead!" He blubbered.

"Yamcha." Krillin said, already standing next to him.

"What?" When Yamcha turned to look, he got slapped.

"Snap out of it." Krillin replied before returning to Gohan. Goku was stroking his back, murmuring things of forgiveness.

"I destroyed the lookout."

"You had no control over what you were doing." Goku shot back.

"I should have! If it weren't for Piccolo, nobody would be here right now!" Gohan snapped back.

"How?" Son Goku was now intrigued.

"I don't know. It felt like he was a voice inside my head. Like a voice of reason." Gohan looked at his mentor. "For that, I'm grateful. You saved the world."

"Hush." Piccolo blushed.

"Son," Goku said in a stern voice, lifting his sons' chin up, "you still had no control over what you did or what you could've done. You just have to learn how to. We don't know what happened, but know some possibilities."

"You said that I could be a legendary super Sayian, right Piccolo?" Gohan locked eyes with the Namekian.

"Yes, that's what I said. Kid, you have the personality of Broly."

A look of horror graced the teens face. "That means that one day, I couldn't be swayed, and end up killing you all!"

"Hey, Gohan, we don't know that. You are different than him. You posses the ability to be calm, not just as reckless as Broly." Vegeta put in. He looked away when he got glances.

"That's right. If we put you through some training, maybe you could be in more control of it." Krillin added.

"It's like he has unlimited potential." Dende blurted.

"Continue, Dende." Piccolo said, interested. He was getting on to something.

"Well, you see, you guys-and myself on occasion-had seen Gohan as a kid, not always able to tap into his power. He had to get angry. Now, once he has unlocked that ability, he has to go somewhere higher. Maybe he's meant to be the strongest." Dende finished.

"And he will always go beyond his limits." Piccolo added, nodding his head.

"That means that I will always be a threat." Gohan whispered, horrified.

"Shut the hell up, twit." Vegeta yelled, enraged. He was tired of all this talk. He hated the fact that not only was Kakarot stronger than him, but Gohan was as well. Not to say that Gohan is even stronger than his own damn father. "Lets just revive the humans that were killed."

"I-I think that would be best." Trunks stuttered. He blushed when he was looked at. "I want to go home. I don't mean to sound rude though." He rushed.

"Then why don't you go now? What's stopping you?" Vegeta growled.

"My time machine is at your house… and I kinda want to be here for this." He rubbed the back of his hair.

"Leave the boy alone." Bulma demanded, stepping in. "Let's summon the dragon."

AN: There it is. My head hurts now. Enjoy it. I finally got into the groove of things when I reached the 1,000 word mark. And it's a little early, seemingly since I updated the first chapter. Nothing too drastic, just some grammatical changes. I decided to post today because I got it done. Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a review.