How could something like this happen, how could he allow his only son to be taken like that? He was scared for his son's life and he needed to do something, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. There was no time to lose, his son needed him. He forced himself from the soft sand, trying to forget about all that was said and focus only on saving his child. However, the blow he received was painful. He could barely stand and stay still. His legs felt like they were made out of jello and his head hurt after being struck. He could feel a very painful and strong headache. It just wouldn't stop and it hurt a lot. He put a hand over the place where it hurt, right above the little scar which he got as a little child.
He breathed heavy, but there was nothing stopping him. "G-Gohan, I must save my son! N-NIMBUS!" Yelled Son Goku with everything he had, despite the pain. He could feel his friend's gentle touche and others worried voices, but he didn't care and neither had time to listen. "Guys, I must go and find G-Gohan! Who knows what he'll do to h-him!" Exclaimed the wild-haired saiyan but that was it. The pain was too much and he fell to the ground.
"Goku, easy!" Krillin yelled as he moved in front and caught his friend just in time and helped him sit down. "Look, I know this is all a big mess but you're hurt! You can't charge so carelessly, that bastard will kill you!" Said the short martial artist as he tried to reason with Goku. He was angry, mostly at himself for being so useless and unable to do a single thing to that monster.
With a bit of trouble, master Roshi managed to finally get up, with the help of Bulma of course. The old master glanced at his students and spoke. "G-Goku... Krillin's right, you can't just charge blindly. That guy... is just stronger than you." He never thought he would say something like that. It was really hard to believe that somebody could defeat Goku so easily. " However, that doesn't mean you should give up! We'll think of something, trust me Goku, we will get your son back!" Stated the old martial artist who with Bulma's help slowly sat on the ground.
"Well, what if you call Yamcha and the others? I'm sure if you guys team up together you'd be able to beat that creep!"
After he helped his friend to sit down, near the old master, Krillin looked at Bulma and smiled. "Yeah, you're right Bulma! If we team up and attack that bastard than I'm sure we'll beat him and get Gohan back!" Exclaimed the bald warrior as he closed his fists tightly, there was hope. While the blue-haired genius immediately called Yamcha, Krillin began to wonder something. "Umm, the only problem is that we don't know where Tien and Chiaotzu are? It'll take some time until we find them." Krillin placed a hand under his chin and started to think where the two warriors might be.
While she waited for her boyfriend to pick up the phone, Bulma quickly turned around. "Oh, that won't be a problem. I have Launch's number and she's with the boys all the time." Her smile faded away when Yamcha's voice came through the speaker.
Not even a second passed and she was already yelling over the phone. Krillin sweated and nervously laughed as he shifted himself to his best friend and mentor. "See, everything's going to be okay. Once everybody's here and you're healed, we're going to find that bully and teach him a lesson!" Declared the short martial artist. "Besides, even if something bad happens, which I really doubt it, we have the dragon balls!" There really wasn't anything to worry about, or so he thought.
"No, Krillin you're wrong." Spoke the earth's strongest fighter. "Master Roshi, Chiaotzu and you already died once before and if you... die again, Shenron won't be able to bring you back. He can't revive the same person more than one time!" Goku clenched his left fist tightly. He knew the stakes, they were too high.
Drops of sweat slid across his jaw. He was grateful to them, they were willing to put their lives on the line for him and his son, but the last thing the earth-raised saiyan wanted was to see his friends die, again. His hands started to shake out of frustration. He never felt so powerless, so useless and it irritated him a lot. Goku didn't like that feeling at all, and the thought of his poor son all alone with that monster only added more fuel to fire. There was no way he would allow that evil monster to mess with his boy. He will get him back, no matter the cost.
However, there was a dark feeling brewing deep within his gut. Something was telling him this was just a prelude to something far worse and wretched, he just didn't know what. There was also the fact that his "brother" wasn't alone here. The cold sweat slowly fell from his chin on the soft sand as he imagined just how those other two monsters looked like. Just the thought of them being close to his son made him worried and angry. He couldn't take it any longer, the waiting was killing him. Goku was just about to stand up when he felt a tremendous rise in power.
"W-WHAT'S THAT!?"
Krillin wasn't alone, but unlike him, master Roshi wasn't even able to form any reasonable words. Goku on the other hand, after a few seconds of the initial shock, rose from the ground and despite the pain walked near the water. "S-Such power, it's unreal! I..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the ki that he felt was so strong and evil. His eyes shifted towards the east, from where he sensed that incredible power. "A massive amount of ki just disappeared from one place... they already started!" Goku clenched his teeth as he spoke.
How could anyone be so cruel and do this, kill others just for fun of it or because of some business? And that was supposed to be him? Taking lives from others just because they were weaker? Never! He would never be like that, he wasn't like them and never could be! No, he was Son Goku from planet Earth! Kakarot or whatever that name was, it wasn't him and he was not a saiyan!
The tall martial artist gritted with his teeth and yelled. "NIMBUS!" There was no stopping him, not this time. How could he just sit back and rest while they were killing millions of innocent people? He looked up and saw the yellow cloud approaching the island.
"Goku no, just wait a little bit longer!"
He agreed with Bulma. Roshi forced himself up and quickly tried to stop his student from killing himself. "Stop, Goku! I know how you feel, but you can't allow yourself to be blinded!" Yelled the old man as he closed the distance between Goku and himself. "I know its terrible, but we have the dragon balls. Once this is over, we'll wish everyone back, I promise." Roshi breathed hard as he finally reached his student. The old master placed a hand softly on Goku's right shoulder and provided at least some form of comfort for the young warrior.
The world's strongest martial artist seemed to calm down, to some degree. Finally, everything seemed alright until they heard a deep voice. "Hmph, what a pathetic sight, I can't believe you defeated me five years ago." Everyone snapped from their thoughts and looked around.
"P-PICCOLO!"
While everyone yelled at the demon's appearance, Piccolo descended to the ground. His white cape waved on the wind as he glared at Son Goku. There was silence between the two warriors, they didn't say a word to each other until Krillin started to speak. The reincarnation of the Demon King Piccolo simply ignored the bald martial artist and started walking towards Goku.
Their eyes never looked away from one another. The expressions on their faces were serious as they glared at each other's black eyes. Finally, once he passed by Son Goku's shoulder, Piccolo moved his mouth. "I already had an encounter with that guy, so I followed him here. You had quite an interesting conversation with him, didn't you?" Piccolo smirked when he saw the expression on his enemy's face. "He's strong and so are his partners. However, I won't allow anyone to mess with my plans for world domination! This world is my to rule and I won't let anyone interfere!" Stated the tall demon as he lifted his closed fist.
Goku listened and it was his time to speak. "I see... So, I can assume you came here to give us some kind of proposition, didn't you Piccolo?" The black-haired warrior shifted his right pupil in Piccolo's direction and even cracked a little smirk.
The demon chuckled and closed his eyes. "You're correct. I assume you can feel it too, they're separated. If we team up, as much as it makes me puke, and take them out when each of them is alone... then we have higher chances!" A drop of sweat traveled across his forhead as he spoke. The plan wasn't perfect, their enemies were stronger than them even when separated but there was no other option.
"It won't be easy, they're really strong. Do you think we even stand a chance, Piccolo?"
The wind grew stronger as it passed across the island. Piccolo remained silent for a few seconds before slowly turning around. "Hmph, it's not like we have any other choice. It's either fight or just wait for death to knock on our doors, and I'm not going down without a fight!" His voice rose as he spoke. "So, I'm even willing to swallow my disgust and hatred towards you and your little friends... Only if we team up, we pose a chance against them, however, that chance is very thin." Stated Piccolo as he shifted around and faced Goku.
"Bare in mind that somebody will die, there's no way we'll get out of this without losing a member or two." He could see in Son Goku's eyes and body language this was something the black-haired warrior didn't want, but it was only the truth. "I hope you trained for the past five years because we'll need any possible advantage over them." Added Piccolo who tried to provoke his ally.
He once again smirked, there was no way he would allow Piccolo to have the last laugh. "Of course I did. I can ask you the same thing Piccolo, I hope you caught up to me." Goku was a little bit surprised when he saw his enemy/ally just snicker back. It was good, that meant Piccolo was stronger than before.
Their little conversation was interrupted by Krillin who had something to say about this strange alliance. "Wait a minute Goku, are you sure about this!? This is Piccolo we're talking about, how can we trust him and join forces with him!?" As he glanced at the tall demon, Krillin winced in fear and gulped.
Upon hearing his friend's scared voice, Goku warmly smiled. "Don't worry Krillin, in this situation Piccolo won't try anything funny. Besides, he needs us as much as we need him if we ever think of defeating the saiyans." The warrior closed his fists tightly and gazed at the blue sky. "Gohan, hang on just a little longer! We'll come for you!"
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The constant crying just wouldn't stop and he was losing his patience very quickly. During the entire trip, the little boy just wouldn't stop crying. He never saw a child cry so much without even taking a breath to breathe. It was driving him insane, so he decided to finally deal with the boy. He grabbed the fuzzy tail and squeezed it hard. Just as he thought, the kid lost all of its strength and remained hanging over his muscular arm. Now that he had some peace, he could contact his partners and inform them of the situation.
Raditz lifted his arm and with an index finger pressed a small red button on the scouter. He waited for a few seconds before he spoke. "Vegeta, I made contact with Kakarot... Unfortunately, he's not right in his mind. It seems he suffered some kind of brain damage as a child and lost all memory of his heritage and mission." The saiyan wasn't happy with this. He hated this situation because he knew his partners would make fun of him and his bloodline.
"I see. So, what did you do with him? Did you dispose of him? I have no use from a brain-damaged saiyan."
The long-haired saiyan nervously sweated before answering the question. "Ahm, no, I did not. From what I could tell, he's still a warrior, a weak one but still capable of fighting. I believe if properly motivated, he'll join us Vegeta." As he talked back to his leader, Raditz quickly shifted his dark eyes to the numb boy. "He has a child, Vegeta. It's a half-breed, but the boy still has a tail. I'm sure if we take advantage of this, we could profit a lot." Or so he hoped at least.
There was no sound for several seconds. The tension started to annoy the long-haired saiyan until he heard the voice again. "Hmph, fine. I'll give both of them one and only chance. I'm actually quite interested to see a half-breed, I heard they can be very dangerous. Wait at the ship." Was the last thing Vegeta said before cutting off the transmission.
Raditz sighed when the call was over. It was always a stress when he reported back to their leader. He looked down and smirked as he observed the unmoving child. "You're lucky, boy. If you don't cry and show some worth, maybe Vegeta will spare your life. Don't disappoint me, dear nephew." The saiyan laughed at his own words as he flew above a populated town.
He glanced at the crowd of people and remembered his younger brother. "Tch, that idiot. He'd better get his mind straight, I don't want to be humiliated because of him!" Raditz released a low growl as he clenched his teeth. He couldn't believe and also wouldn't accept the words his brother said. If there was a way, he would bring his younger brother back to his old self, no matter what.
After a full hour of flying, the saiyan finally reached the destination. The spaceship was intact, nobody even knew there was a ship here, well, nobody was even able to see it for that matter. They found a perfect spot. The area was clear, with short grass and several rocks scattered around the place. Not so far from their ship, huge boulders and mountains perfectly hid it from any possible nuisance. Raditz smirked as he started to descend to the ground and slowly approach the ship.
As he touched the solid ground, the saiyan released the tail of his nephew and tossed the boy down. The little child began to whimper, almost at the edge of loud crying but Raditz prevented that. "Don't you dare cry again! I'll pound you to the ground if you let any tears, got it!?" His voice was loud and rough. He was in the boy's face with a raised hand.
The boy was frightened. He was shaking out of sheer fear, but when he saw purple sparks around this man's hand, Gohan immediately stopped. While the evil man moved away and turned to the other side, Gohan curled his tiny hands into fists and silently released his voice. "Y-You're mean... w-why did you hurt my daddy? I-I want to g-go back, I want my d-daddy!" Tears were already back as he spoke with a loud yet cracked voice.
A throbbing vein appeared on Raditz's forhead. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this child right now. There were so many things going on at the moment and he didn't have the nerves to speak about that with a damn half-breed child. "Shut up, boy! That was nothing, your father was lucky I found him! If it were Vegeta or Nappa, both of you would be dead by now!" Barked the long-haired warrior without even looking at the boy who winced at his loud voice.
Tears were rolling across the boy's chubby cheeks, but at least he shut his mouth. The saiyan was relieved at least for that. "That moron, how could he reject me after everything I said to him!? Isn't there even a shred of saiyan memory or instinct inside of him? No, it must be dormant after sustaining the blow to the head." Thought Raditz as he walked around, completely ignoring the little boy who silently continued to cry.
"There surely must be a way to fix him somehow. I don't want this retrieval mission to be a failure, I can only imagine what kind of crap I'll get from those two." The saiyan clenched his fists out of anger and released an annoyed growl. He could already imagine an entirety of mocking and preaching how both he and his brother are useless low-level saiyans. There was already enough of that and he didn't want any more of it. Out of anger, Raditz lifted his boot and smashed the rock into tiny pieces.
While dozens pieces fell on the short grass, Raditz crossed his muscular arms and released a heavy sigh. He needed to calm down and get himself in check. It wasn't his brother's fault completely, but it annoyed him how the younger saiyan rejected him without a second thought. He gave him another chance, and if his brother had even a tiny amount of sanity then the young saiyan would join them. If by any chance his brother once again refused, than he would kill the fool without hesitation.
Suddenly, his right ear twitched at the sound of something. Raditz turned around only to see the boy trying to run away. The saiyan cursed under his breath and vanished. "Just where do you think you're going, boy?!" He reappeared in front of Gohan who out of shock and fear fell on the ground. The saiyan released another sigh as he watched the whimpering child. "You're truly a pitiful little child, I can't believe you have saiyan blood in you." Said Raditz with a disappointed voice as he lifted his hand and tried to get a hold of his nephew.
Gohan tried to crawl away from the tall man. "N-No, leave me alone! I want my daddy! H-Help!" Screamed the half-breed child as he tried to escape from the huge hand and scary man. He could see the hand approaching and squeezing his neck which frightened him. The boy closed his eyes and released a shout. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Bright light consumed the child and the saiyan who was forced to shield its eyes.
"What a..." Mumbled Raditz who didn't understand what was going on. He could hear the noise coming from the scouter, but the light was too bright for him to see what was going on. After several seconds and after the light faded away, he put his arms down, however, there was no sign of the child. "W-Where's he!? Just what happened with the boy!?" Yelled the saiyan who was confused and tried to find the child.
Luckily enough for the tall saiyan, he could hear a loud voice. Someone was crying but from where? He looked around, but nothing. There was nobody but him on the ground. As he slowly approached the ship, he could hear the voice better and better. He followed the sound of the voice and glanced up. "Could it be?" Wondered the saiyan who slowly began to levitate.
A drop of sweat slid across his forhead as he reached the top. His eyes were wide open when he saw the child sitting and crying on top of the ship. "What the hell happened? How did you do that, boy!?" His question was never answered because the boy was too scared to even say something other than cry. This whole bizarre phenomenon left Raditz's confused. "Just what are you, boy!?" Mumbled the long-haired saiyan with narrow eyes as he approached the whimpering child.