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. What will the gang do?

This changes the lives of all the Saiyans, but especially those half or less.

CH5

Piccolo's Solution

Life had become miserable. Abagon made sure of it. Gohan felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't study, he could barely sleep. His grade were slipping. Even though he wasn't in a formal classroom his exams and assignments were still measured against students who were and he had slipped from the top of his peers to barely being in the average level, and that would likely not last long.

His Mother was really worried about him, and she didn't need that with his little brother in her stomach. He supposed he could have told them, but it wouldn't make a difference. Abagon wasn't an enemy that could be punched or kicked away. He wasn't going to disappear because of the dragon balls either. Abagon had already told him that the dragon balls could do nothing to counteract the actions of a God, and Gohan believed him.

He wondered if dying would actually stop his bothering him or would he just exist in other world being bothered by him for all eternity.

At first he had tried compromising with him, but that didn't really last long because Abagon didn't hold up his end of the deals. All he wanted Gohan to do was train all the time. He even went so far as to try to prevent his sleeping to accomplish this. Which was stupid because how was he supposed to fight to his fullest if he was barely getting any sleep? Which was exactly what he was trying to explain to him.

"Ten minutes and then you can sleep the rest of the night," Abagon demanded.

"It's already four, I have to be up by seven..." Gohan sighed. "You have to let me sleep, training isn't going to make me stronger if I'm too tired to think properly."

"I don't give a shit, I'm bored!" he barked and Gohan groaned rolling over he covered his head with his pillow, even though he knew that wouldn't help.

"I don't care if you're bored," Gohan frowned.

"Look I don't want to just wait around for you to wake up, that's boring as shit!"

"Well, I'm sorry that you don't need sleep. But I do."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! Get your ass outside and train. Or I'm just going to scream all night."

"Ugh, grow up..." Gohan sighed. Suddenly he started yelling and Gohan jolted up out of bed at the noise. "Damn it alright, I'm going."

He sat up and put his shoes on as quietly as he could.

Gohan didn't realize it, but this was actually apart of Abagon's plan. If he could keep him incoherent and tired while training, then he was hoping at some point that Gohan would accidentally slip into Super Saiyan 2. Then he would have a body once again. Gohan snuck out the window so as not to wake his parents and he flew a good ways from the house so his Father wouldn't sense him training.

He arrived at an open field and powered up. He started training, and was listening to Abagon's instructions on how to better his technique. He had long since given up on trying to not listen to him when he trained. It was too distracting when he was trying not to listen, at least this way he didn't have to think to much, he was too tired to think.

"Damn it Gohan you're not listening to me," Abagon snapped. "If you're going to do something do it right! Now power up more."

"I'm not powering up anymore, I know you're just trying to trick me so you can possess me again..."

"I'm trying to save your neck. You're an idiot if you think Cell is going to be the last strong enemy you face, and if you aren't prepared you're going to get your ass killed and I'm going to lose my outlet."

"..." Gohan sat on the ground he felt like he could pass out at any moment.

"Damn it brat we're not done!" Abagon snapped. "You can sleep once you get this right!"

"Gohan."

That voice hadn't come from inside his head he turned. Piccolo had landed behind him, and had walked over to him looking concerned.

"Hi Mr. Piccolo," he said flatly, his words lacked their usual enthusiasm that normally came with seeing him.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he lied.

"Hell yeah! Piccolo's here! Hey, ask him if he wants to train," Abagon urged excitedly.

"No you're not. You're aura's completely off track, and I've listened in on a few of your parent's conversations about you. You've been failing quite a few of your exams." Piccolo didn't really give a damn about his grades, what he did care about was the fact that this was a pretty drastic change from what was considered normal for Gohan and that concerned him greatly.

Gohan sighed. He knew Piccolo couldn't do anything. But maybe it would make him feel better to tell someone. "Abagon isn't gone."

"What?"

"He's been inside my head," Gohan couldn't think of a better way to word that. "He keeps making me train, and he makes me feel like I'm going crazy. If he's bored he makes it so I can't focus on anything. Not my school work, not chores, I can't even sleep because he'll just scream and act like a stupid child for not getting his way. I—"

Piccolo had sat down beside him and reached out placing a hand on his head.

"—stop calling me a child, I'm literally older than everyone you've ever met."

"There you are," Piccolo said.

"Hell, you can hear me?" Abagon laughed. "Awesome, want to train?"

"No," Piccolo answered. "How about you leave Gohan alone, or I'll just wish you away with the Dragon Balls."

"Be my guest Piccolo, the Dragon Balls have no power over a God," he said teasingly.

"If you say so, I'll go ahead and get them."

With that he stood up.

"Your old Master is stupid, the Dragon Balls don't have any affect on me," Abagon said smugly.

Gohan jumped to his feet too, "Mr. Piccolo, I do believe Abagon on this one. I don't think the Dragon Balls will be able to do anything against him."

"These are the Dragon Balls made by Dende, and I have faith in them. So you let me worry about that. For now, you should get some sleep."

Gohan got an expression that clearly implied, that would be nice. "He's not going to let me—"

Piccolo moved quickly hitting Gohan just hard enough on the back of his head. Gohan would likely have been able to dodge it had he not been so tired. He caught the boy before he fell and lowered him to the ground softly. He removed his cape throwing it over him to help keep him warm. Then he placed a hand on Gohan's head once more.

"Well, I guess that's one way to get him to sleep. But you're still an idiot. I'm not lying you know. The Dragon Balls can't do shit to control me, I don't care if they were made by Dende."

Piccolo smiled, "By this time tomorrow you're not going to bother Gohan any more."

"Fine, learn the hard way. Go ahead and waste a day getting the dragon balls. It won't do you any good, but hey. Don't say I didn't warn you..." he answered cockily.

"Their isn't anything in this world that I wouldn't do for this kid, and that includes out smarting a God."

With that he removed his hand from Gohan's head and stretched out in the grass beside him. Abagon paused thinking about his last words before letting out a laugh, "He's got nothing!"

Gohan opened his eyes. The sun was high in the sky when he awoke. He sat up groggily rubbing his eyes, Piccolo's cape slid off of him as he did so.

"Well about fucking time," Abagon snapped and he winced at the volume of the voice.

"You're awake, good." Piccolo got to his feet. "Did you get enough sleep, I could knock you out again if you want."

"Nah, I'm good," Gohan answered smiling getting to his feet as well.

"Then we're going to Bulma's to get her dragon radar."

"It's not going to work," Abagon teased.

"Piccolo, uh... I really don't think it's going to work..."

"It can't hurt to try can it?" Piccolo answered shrugging. "C'mon."

He took off into the air, and feeling nervous Gohan followed him. Abagon was having a good old time making fun of their actions. Right from when they got the Radar from Bulma, and even though she asked they didn't tell her why they needed the dragon balls. All the way up to them getting the sixth one.

Gohan was looking more and more upset with each one they found.

"What's wrong Gohan," Piccolo asked on their way to the last one.

"He's making fun us," Gohan explained. "He knows this isn't going to work. We're just wasting our time..."

"Gohan, have I ever let you down?"

"No," he answered immediately.

"Then just trust me," Piccolo answered throwing him a smile, and Gohan returned it meekly.

"Oh shit, this is to funny," Abagon laughed. "Find you're little dragon balls, I can't wait. When this wish doesn't work, wish for a feast for yourself so you'll have the energy for training today."

A village had the last dragon ball, but they didn't understand what it was so they handed it over without much thought. Then piccolo poured them out onto the ground in a vacant field. They were humming and glowing softly. He side glanced piccolo who called the dragon forth.

"Sure is beautiful isn't it?" Abagon said almost fondly. "Kinda small though isn't he?"

"Small?" Gohan frowned. He was always in awe of how big the dragon was. What sort of dragons had Abagon seen to think this one was small!

"Dragon, please make it so Abagon cannot possess or influence Gohan's life in any way!"

"This," the dragon responded.

"Watch this shit now Gohan," Abagon said enthusiastically.

"This cannot be done. I cannot alter the will of a God," the dragon explained.

"Oh my, and who already told you that?" Abagon laughed.

Gohan frowned at his retort, "Thanks for trying Piccolo..."

"Did I say I was done?" Piccolo asked. "Dragon!"

Gohan looked over at him, what else could he possibly wish for?

"Please make it so Gohan can no longer hear Abagon's voice!"

"Wait what!?" Abagon gasped.

The dragons eyes shown red, and he bellowed, "Your wish has been granted."

Piccolo turned to him, "Well? Can you hear him?"

Gohan looked down concentrating on hearing Abagon's voice, "No... But he also might not be talking right now."

"If he's as childish as you say he is, I'll bet he's throwing a tantrum right about now," Piccolo explained. He turned to dismiss the dragon even though their were more wishes that could be wished for. It disappeared and the dragon balls flew off into the air.

"Well, there you go kid," Piccolo said ruffling his hair before turning to leave.

"Was that going to be your wish all along?"

"Sure was. I was pretty sure the dragon wouldn't be able to affect the God, but the dragon can certainly alter you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gohan asked. He would have known that would have worked if Piccolo had explained.

"Because Abagon would have made today miserable for you if he had known what I was up to. Anyway, you should get back home, your Mother's probably throwing a fit with you having been gone all day."

"Kay," Gohan answered he flew a few feet into the air. "Thank you Mr. Piccolo!"

"Don't mention it," Piccolo answered before taking off in the opposite direction. Gohan waited a few minutes seeing him disappear. He still couldn't hear Abagon and and was sure that he would have started talking by now if it hadn't have worked. Finally, everything was going to be fine. At last!

Trunks was four years old looking into the window of the gravity room his Mother had made for his Father so he could train. His Dad looked so cool, punching and kicking the attacking machines that his Mother had built. "Wow, cool..." he awed.

When his Father had finished training. Trunks was waiting just outside with a towel for him, Vegeta took it from him to wipe the sweat off.

"Dad you were amazing!" Trunks cheered happily.

"I won't be amazing until I beat Kakarot," Vegeta barked heading down the hallway so he could get some water.

He wished he could fight like his Dad, he wished he could train with him. But anytime he would ask his Father would always tell him he was too young to train. He headed to the gazebo in the back yard. He thought he was old enough. He was sure he could do it. He looked over across the small pond in their yard. His Mother was entertaining some people in suits, it was probably a boring business deal. His Mom was always inviting people in suits over for tea and stuff.

He turned to one of the pillars hitting it lightly with his hand, it was a very hard stone. Maybe if he could break it, then his Dad would think he was old enough! Yeah! This was great idea! And perfect timing his Dad had just came out of the house.

Bulma got to her feet walking over to him. "Geez," she said teasingly. "You could have at least put on a shirt."

Vegeta shrugged, "When is dinner?"

"Oh, it'll be soon," Bulma said slightly nervously. "But until then, Vegeta this is Sato-san, Muchikori-san and Himato-san, their all clients hoping to—"

"Yeah hi," Vegeta answered uncaring when one of the suits extended their hand out to shake his. "Have the servants make it soon I'm starving."

"Ugh," Bulma sighed as he started heading back in. "That's my husband for you. He's a big time martial artist so he's not into formalities, you'll have to forgive him."

CRASH!

Bulma jumped turning in the direction of the noise. Little Trunks was standing in front of the pillar of their gazebo. It was cracked horribly. He turned to her grinning.

"Papa, Mama look!" he cheered happily.

But Bulma was no longer looking at him. The crack had gone up from the pillar up towards the ceiling and the stone roof was starting to come down.

She screamed taking to steps forward. Though in that amount of time Vegeta had already flown across the pond and grabbed him flying him safely out of the way before it came crashing down. Trunks blinked at the wreckage and then looked up at Vegeta.

"Papa, did you see what I did! Look how strong I am, I can train with you now right?" he asked happily. By this time Bulma had run over looking frantic.

"What the hell were you doing!?" she snapped and Vegeta sat Trunks on the ground. He looked up at her happily.

"Mama! See what I did! I'm old enough now to train with Papa, because I can do that!"

"You're not training," Vegeta snapped.

"But, I'm old enough now."

"It's not your age," Vegeta explained walking a few steps towards the house, without looking at him he added. "You're just not allowed to train, end of story."

"But... why? You said I wasn't old enough before. If I can do that to such a strong pillar then I should be old enough to—"

"Your a half breed and thus you'll never achieve the level of a full blooded saiyan. It would be a waste of my time to train you," with that he headed into the house. Trunk's happy expression melted off his face.

Bulma frowned and touched the top of Trunk's head. "Hey, their a lot of things is this world more fun than training, so... Find something else you might enjoy okay. Tell you what, I'll take you to Goten's house, alright. You two can play together, that certainly sounds like more fun than training doesn't it? Let me just... get my coat."

She hurried off after Vegeta and when she caught up with him she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him walking away. "That was a bit harsh don't you think?"

"Would you rather tell a four year old that he can't train because a psychotic god might possess him and force him to kill everyone he knows and loves?" Vegeta snapped somewhat more aggressively than he had intended.

"Well of course not, but you can't tell him that!"

"It's better to crush the dream now than let him think it something he can change," Vegeta explained. "I'm going back to training."

Bulma frowned, she knew it hurt Vegeta a lot not being able to train his son he just didn't want to admit it.

"Here we are," Bulma said when they landed outside Goku's place. Trunks jumped out quickly and instead of using the door he climbed inside one of the living room windows. "Trunks have some manners, use the door!"

Chichi was coming down the stairs with laundry and she flattened herself to one side of the stairs as Trunks came barreling through. "Oh, hello Trunks, is your Mom here too?"

"Yes!" he called to her without looking back and then he was in Goten's room. He was currently studying, he had text books strewn across his bed. Gohan was at his desk. They shared a room.

"Goten c'mon let's go play!" Trunks said eagerly nearly pulling Goten along with him.

"I'm not done with my homework," Goten said.

"That's why we're going to sneak out the back."

Gohan smiled as he watched them run out. He was glad they were around the same age so Goten would have someone to play with.

When they got to the bottom step they peeked around the corner. Their mothers were at the kitchen table talking.

"Let's go!" Trunks said hurrying off to the living room window. Goten followed.

Chichi however caught a glimpse of Goten's hair. "Now wait a minute young man, have you finished your—"

But the kept right on running and when she got up and walked around the stairwell she was just in time to see Goten disappear through the window. "GOTEN!"

"Ah, leave them be. Trunks had a bad day today, he just wants to play with his friend," Bulma explained with a tone of sadness to her voice.

"Trunks where are we going?" Goten asked.

They had been running for at least five minutes when Trunks finally stopped making Goten run into him. He fell back and blinked staring up at him.

"Has your Dad ever trained you?" Trunks asked frowning slightly.

"No," Goten answered. "He says I'm not allowed to train."

"Did he ever tell you why?"

"No, but it's probably because I'm little..."

"My Dad, he said training me would be a waste of time. Because I'm half saiyan..."

Goten frowned at that. His Dad had never said anything like that to him...

"But my Brother is a fighter, and he's half saiyan too."

"He does..." Trunks frowned. He had almost forgotten that Gohan was a fighter too.

"But Brother told me he didn't like training and so he quit a long time ago," Goten explained.

"Did he quit or did your Dad make him..."

"Uh..." Goten frowned. "I don't know. He always told me he quit. And he made me promise never to study fighting."

"Tsk..." he thinks just like them then. "Maybe your bother couldn't cut it as a fighter."

Goten looked slightly upset at that. "I'm sure my brother was a great fighter!"

"Then why did he quit..."

"Like he said, he didn't like it..."

Trunks turned around with a more determined stare than Goten had ever seen him wear. "Our Dad's won't let us learn fighting, because they think we're weak and that we'll slow them down. I want to prove them wrong."

"Um..."

"Goten," Trunks suddenly grinned. "Let's train in secret, and one day we'll show both our Dads that half saiyans can be strong too!"

"But... I promised my brother..."

"Forget that! C'mon, learn to fight with me!"

"But..."

"Goten, I need your help. You're my best friend, and I want you to be strong with me and I want you to help me train. Plus you're the only one I can trust not to go tattling to my parents. Please!" He held out his hand grinning.

Goten stared at it for a few seconds and then grinned as well, "Okay," he said taking his hand.

Abagon watched the scene grinning in spite of himself. "By all means, train to your hearts content..."

This was too perfect, those little brats were going to train. It would only be a matter of time before they were strong enough. He would just have to wait patiently, but that would be alright... He was very good at waiting. He had had a lot of practice after all...

Another one I haven't updated in awhile. But yea! A new chapter! I hope you enjoyed.