"Strength and Weakness"
Gohan dabbed the blood off his mouth. He jumped forward as Kakarot approached and punched him in the jaw bone. Kakarot lost his balance and started to fall back.
"You dirty old man!" Kakarot spat. "I'll kill you!"
He wheeled around on his arm and did a double kick to Gohan's face causing the old man slam into the ground hard. A small trail of blood rolled off Gohan's beard and mixed with the soil where it rested.
"This kid is amazingly strong." Gohan whispered. "What could be the reason—?"
"The reason for my strength?" Kakarot said as he loomed over the tired old man. "The reason for my strength is simple. I am a Saiyan. While I was child I stayed in that blasted Capsule for over six years. The capsule helped develop my mind and body by putting me through simulations. The simulations where no where near as good as the one's on Vegeta, but it fulfilled its purpose. My body was able to grow stronger faster than if I were to have spent those six years fending for myself."
Kakarot's tail bounced around as he talked. Gohan was trembling still from the last hit. He still had some reserve energy left. He would unleash it once his body got over the shock. Gohan extended his arm and grabbed Kakarot's tail. He was going to use it to pull himself up off the ground. As he pulled Kakarot's knees buckled and the youth landed face down.
Gohan starred bewildered at the youth as he pieced together what happened. An imaginary light bulb went off. With one tug of his tail these 'Saiyans' will be rendered helpless. Gohan quickly took no time he rolled over and pushed himself off the ground. Still holding the Saiyan's tail in his right arm, Gohan starthed swing the kid around and slamming him into any nearby object he could find.
Kakarot's armor scuffed and scratched as cuts and scraps appeared on his exposed flesh. Gohan continued the swinging until he got near his house. He pulled the young boy up and looked into his face. The face was bruised and bloody but this would not stop Gohan. He knew this child was dangerous. There was not a trace of good in him and it appeared that he would never allow any to weasel in. Gohan slammed Kakarot through his old house and watched as the blocks crumpled around and buried the Saiyan.
"He's not finished. I don't have the strength left too finish him. There is only one solution left." Gohan said as he tried to calm his breathing.
Gohan gathered his things and his small pouch of capsules. Gohan was a man of tradition but he too tried to keep up with modern times. Gohan activated the capsule that contained his red air car. He placed his small trunk in the back. He walked back and gathered his red scarf that carried his treasure that his grandfather once gave him. Gohan placed the treasure in the empty seat beside him and closed the air car up and took off away from his former home.
Later that night. Small pieces of rock rolled around the rumble as a tiny hand jolted out into the night sky. A loud yell was heard as the birds flew away sensing the coming of a storm.