TITLE: LORD ABAGON AND THE CURSE OF THOSE HALF OR LESS
SUMMARY: Gohan has had strange outburst of power since he was a very young child. Moments of great strength that he can't seem to recall or control. No one knew why this would happen. But when Goku forces Gohan to fight Cell at the Cell games the truth is revealed, and it's a truth more devastating than Cell ever was.
This changes the lives of all the Saiyans, but especially those half or less.
CH2
Krillin had been just about ready to let out a cheer before he heard those words, the smile slowly melted off his face as Gohan said. "So, who here is next?"
"Gohan?" Goku said questionably taking a step closer to his son. "Gohan the fight is over, you won. We can go home..."
"I thought this was a tournament, and tournaments end when their is one person left standing," he answered, the malicious grin still firm on his face. That was until he added, "So I ask again. Who here is next?"
Goku blinked. Surely he had heard him wrong..."Gohan... No one is next. We were all on the same team. But it's over now, it's time to go home..."
"I am not done fighting, so choose someone to be next or I'll choose myself..."
Goku turned to Piccolo for help, he wasn't sure what else he could do to make Gohan understand.
"Gohan," Piccolo said sternly taking a few steps forward. "It's over. You don't have to fight anymore."
The boy exhaled exasperatedly... "Five..."
"What's wrong with you Gohan," Goku asked.
"Four..." Gohan folded his arms and closed his eyes appearing rather bored.
"Maybe Cell hit him harder than we thought," Kirllin suggested looking between Goku and Piccolo.
"Three..." He closed his eyes.
"He needs to rest, clearly this has been an ordeal for him," Yamacha explained. "He'll feel better after."
"Two..."
"Have none of you idiots noticed he's counting down to something!" Vegeta snapped, calling all their attentions back to him.
Gohan opened his eyes slowly, "One."
In a flash he jumped into the air and extending his arm sending energy beams straight into the chests of Krillin, Tien, and Yamucha. Goku and the other's gasped and Goku quickly went to Krillin's side, while Piccolo and Trunks hurried over to Tien and Yamucha respectively.
What did I do? Gohan gasped entirely shocked by his own actions. Please don't be...
"Krillin!" Goku called, "Yamacha! Tien! Hold on..."
But even as he said that he knew they were gone. Just like that... the three of them were gone. Looking furious, Goku turned back to Gohan who landed softly back on the ground his arms crossed once again. He was grinning still.
"No... No... Gohan... why?" his voice shook slightly. Not in a million years would he have expected Gohan to do something like this!
"Their was no point in wasting any time with them. If I'm going to play, then I want the strongest toys possible..."
"This isn't like you! What's wrong with you!" Goku stayed kneeling by his friends but he glared at his son. Anger, and frustration from the loss of his friends seemed to swell in his chest. They didn't deserve that, and his son would never do this! What was going on?
"What's wrong with me? Why you asked for this? You asked for my hidden power to awaken, and now that it has you can't handle it. It scares you..." Gohan laughed a little at that. "Maybe you shouldn't let your pet out of the cage if you're not strong enough to put it back in."
"Gohan..."
"Now this is the last time I'm going to ask. Who here is next?"
Goku stood up slowly turning to him, in his desperation to understand his child he pushed aside the loss of his friends. We can bring them back with the dragon balls. That can be fixed. Figuring out what's wrong with Gohan is most important right now... "My son... would never do something like this."
"I think I just did. Is this your round about way of volunteering?"
Goku suddenly powered up and everyone who could, took a step back from him. Except for Vegeta who just stood looking furious at the whole situation.
"I don't understand what's happened to you Gohan, but if you want an opponent so badly," Goku said frowning. "Then yes, I will fight you. But you leave everyone else out of this!"
"Son!" Piccolo warned taking a step forward.
"Stay back Piccolo," Goku warned. "I don't know what's wrong with Gohan yet, but we have to assume he's capable of anything. So I don't want to do anything to upset him. So for now just stay back."
Dad, you should stay back too! Gohan thought desperately, but still could not communicate it.
"He's not acting like the weak pampered little brat you raised, so that means their's something wrong? Let me clue you in Kakarrot, this is what saiyans are. They live for the fight and the joy of the kill. If anything, it was that sickeningly kind hearted brat that was the something wrong."
Goku's frowned deepened. "Well I've established one thing at least. You really aren't Gohan. You just referred to him like he's separate from you, and you called me by my saiyan name which is something Gohan wouldn't do. So tell me who you are!"
He grinned. "Guess I gave myself away too quickly huh? Ah well, if you must know. I am what Saiyans are. Your evil, your pride, your power. I gave it to your race. And how did you repay me? You locked me inside your bloodline where I lived for countless years watching you all fight using MY strength and MY power. Well, no more. It's finally my turn to have some fun. So go ahead, I'll give you the first shot."
Goku frowned. He couldn't do this. Hurting whoever this was meant hurting Gohan too. He couldn't think of anything else to do but keep him talking.
"You're what Saiyans are huh? Just what does that mean?"
"Ugh," Gohan sighed folding his arms. "Can we just fight already, I'm not really one for small talk."
"You just killed three very close friends of mine, I think you owe me an explanation!" Goku snapped.
"Friends?" his gaze turned to the bodies on the ground. "A saiyan doesn't need friends that weak..."
With that he rushed forward punching Goku so hard it sent him flying back. Goku was able to regain his balance before he hit the cliff. When he looked up he had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The side of his face throbbed from the pain. Goku glared at Gohan who grinned. "C'mon, get back over here. I didn't even hit you that hard."
"Over here!"
Gohan swung around to find Piccolo aiming a punch at him. He caught the fist in his left hand and aimed the open palm of his right straight at Piccolo's face. "You're another toy that isn't worth my time..."
An energy blast started to build up right in front of Piccolo's eyes, it was a more than strong enough blast to kill him and Gohan felt a sinking fear grab his chest. "NOOO!"
This time the words came from his mouth and he let go of Piccolo taking a few steps back. Piccolo stood dumbfounded. Staring at Gohan who seemed to be examining his hands. "Oh I see," Gohan said his words seething. "That one is very important to you isn't he?"
In the moment he had shouted no, Piccolo noticed Gohan's whole expression change, but in the time it had taken him to stumble back, it had returned to the same cocky expression he had had before. That must of been their Gohan, if just for a moment. Which meant, he was still conscious in him.
"You get to live today," Gohan said before turning back to Goku he had flown back over.
"Now are you ready to fight me seriously, or should I go look for fun elsewhere?"
Trunks who had not left the side of their deceased friends got to his feet for the first time. "What should we do Goku?"
Frowning he glared at Gohan.
"You said before that you are what saiyans are," Goku snapped. "Tell me exactly what that means, and then I will fight you."
Gohan sighed, "Fine, saiyans weren't always the strong warrior race that they were in their prime. More years ago than I can count they asked a God to grant them the power to defeat their enemies. They were so weak then, probably only slightly stronger than these humans on Earth today. Then, they did not even have tails, their builds were frail and thin. They were... pathetic."
Vegeta seemed to take offense to that last line for his scowl deepened.
"So I made a deal with them. I would grant them my power, I gave up my physical form to exist in their bloodline. This gave them strength, power, and even some of my physical characteristics. Like my build and my tail and being able to transform by moonlight. Even the ability to go Super Saiyan (as you call it). All of that is what I gave them! The deal was that they would use my power to defeat their latest enemy, and when it was done I would control them as my own personal army. Living in their bloodline meant having an entire army of one mind. I would control them from within and use them to take over the universe if I saw fit. But they double crossed me. Once they had gained the upper hand in their war using MY POWER, and once their victory was all but assured. They called forth one of the greatest of all dragons and wished that I could never control a saiyan or leave their bloodline. I was trapped within' them, offering my power and strength to any saiyan willing to train their bodies and able to get into a furious mindset in order to harness it, and as they wished. I could not control them, any of them. My desire to have an army of one mind was lost with that single wish, and I was trapped for what would surely be forever..."
"So you figured out how to control a saiyan after-all?" Goku snapped furiously. "Is it because of this new transformation? Super Saiyan 2?"
"No, not at all. The Dragon's power is still in place. I cannot control the Saiyans I reside within. But," the corner of Gohan's lip curled up into a rather triumphant grin. "Gohan is not all Saiyan... is he..."
"You mean," Piccolo said. "That you're free because of his human half?"
"Exactly," Gohan said smiling. "But this isn't first time I've escaped. I've been able to break free a number of times. I stopped the boy from being sucked into the Dead Zone. I freed him when he was captured by that long haired saiyan, what was his name... Oh well. It doesn't really matter. What else did I do? I helped him when he encountered Frieza. I really don't care to count all the times. But... the boy has always been too weak both physically and mentally to be able to contain my power. He would either fall unconscious or lose his grasp on my power before I was able to take hold. But thanks to a wonderful stroke of luck that Dr. Gero made those androids and a real threat was finally at your door. So much so that you Goku decided to genuinely take an interest in training his son. Which allowed the boy to become stronger. You sensed my power within' him and you like the saiyans before you decided to rely upon it. This little match allowed me not only to break free once again but allowed Gohan's physical form to be strong enough to sustain my power at one of it's lowest levels."
"You mean you're stronger than this!?" Piccolo snapped.
"Of course, I am a God after all. My power has little to no limits," he frowned looking down at his own hands and he hit his chest lightly. "Regrettably, this body still does. I'll have to train it to get stronger, if I put too much of my power into this form as it is now, it might kill the child."
A small flash of worry seemed to flash across both Goku's and Piccolo's faces, and Gohan laughed softly.
"Oh don't be so concerned for the boy," he said. "I'm not about to do anything that will harm this body. He's the only outlet to freedom I currently have after-all... Well, at least until Trunks get's a little older. But I have no guarantee Trunks will ever train enough to get to what you call Super Saiyan two which seems to be the minimum strength I need a half-saiyan to acquire in order to sustain my freedom in their form. But this future version of him is a good sign..."
Trunks stared at him, "You could take over me too..."
"Not you specifically, you're not from this time. But the me in your timeline could. So by all means keep up with your training, you're almost there after all..."
"Enough of this!" Goku snapped looking angry. "Gohan is my child! You have no right to control him like this!"
This seemed to anger Gohan more than anything else. "No right? Do you know what it's like to be trapped in someone else' body. Begin able to see what they see, hear what they hear, but being able to do nothing yourself? Do you know what it's like to be trapped for thousands of years never being able to do anything! No you don't. This is my chance for freedom for the first time in countless years, so I'm going to take it."
"If you're being trapped was so terrible why didn't you just stop giving your power to the Saiyans during battles?" Piccolo asked. "Or do you not have that choice?"
"That's not obvious? A saiyans love of battle and desire to fight comes from me. I may not have been able to control the actions of the battles I've witnessed but witnessing my power in action was better than just sitting back and doing nothing. So yes to this day I still keep up my end of the bargain and allow the saiyans to use my power to whatever extent their bodies can handle it. Besides, I can't allow you to die out. If the bloodline dies so do I. I've already come dangerously close to extinction when Frieza blew up planet Vegeta. But all this waiting and assisting in their race's greed for more strength and more power has paid off. Their are no full blooded female saiyans alive today. They're all dead. Thus any saiyan born from here on out will have to be half saiyan or less, and that means. Eventually, I'll have the army I wanted after-all. Oh it'll take some time, quite a bit of breeding. But eventually..."
"That's... that's not going to happen..." Goku snapped.
"Oh?" Gohan said. "What are you planning to do? Sterilize him? Tell him he can't have any children ever? C'mon... Don't you want Gohan to be a parent someday? Don't you want to be a Grandpa? Honestly, at this point I'm so confident that I'll just tell you the only way possible to stop me. If you kill Gohan and kill that baby Trunks. Then their will be no half saiyans alive to allow my freedom, and if you and Vegeta don't have any other children I will be eternally trapped once more. But I already know you Goku. I've witnessed every day of your life up to now and you don't have the guts to take your own child's life, and so my victory is already assured."
Everyone was silent after that. Piccolo frowned thinking hard. Surely their had to be another way...
"But I'm growing very bored now. After countless years of watching battles I'm finally ready to actually fight one. So Kakarrot. I've explained everything you wanted to hear. So how about you keep your end of our agreement. I want a good fight right now. Where the strongest is the victor and the weakest tastes death. Just you and me."
Goku's fist clenched at his side. He may fight this guy, but it's Gohan's body. If he managed to kill him, he would be killing Gohan...
"Piccolo," Goku whispered glancing at him from the corner of his eye. "Any ideas?"
"Yeah," Piccolo answered. One particular sentence that this guy stated seemed to stick with him. The boy has always been too weak both physically and mentally to be able to contain my power. He would either fall unconscious or lose his grasp on my power before I was able to take hold. "Do you remember when he said Gohan would fall unconscious and his hold on him would disappear. I think, if we could knock him out. That may just cause this guy to lose his control over Gohan."
"You really think that will work?" Goku asked.
"It's the only shot we have," Piccolo answered.
"Stop whispering!" Gohan snapped. "Are you going to fight me or not!"
"Yeah," Goku said walking forward. "You and me, to the death. Like you said."
Gohan grinned. "It's about time."
They both got ready to fight taking their stances across from each other.
"Alright, I got the camera working," the camera man said turning back to the announcer who nodded.
"Good! How is the sound?"
"It should be fine."
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being patient with us. We're not entirely sure what happened but it seems Cell is dead, though now that boy from earlier is fighting that other spiky haired guy in the orange suit..." he straightened his glasses. "Hercule what do you make of this?"
"Uh..." the afro haired man looked nervous. "Well... he clearly is no match for me!"
Smiling nervously he and the others gasped as the two fighters seemed to disappear in thin air once again.
Chichi blinked at her TV set. The visuals were rather poor. But...
"Gohan... What is he doing? Goku..."
The Ox King put a hand on her shoulder. Goku and Gohan began fighting on their screen, their speed increase until the camera could no longer keep up with it.
"Why is Goku fighting Gohan... Why..."
"I don't know," the Ox King said trying to console her.
"I just knew it! I knew all this training would make Gohan violent!"
While Chichi was scanning the screen for any glimpse of her husband and son, the Ox King noticed that their were three of their number who were lying on the ground... lifeless.
He frowned. Please don't be dead...
"GOHAN!" Chichi snapped as a split second image of her son and husband in battle flashed across the screen. "STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! STOP FIGHTING AND COME HOME!"
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