Disclaimer: Kid Golden in no way claims ownership of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT, or the characters that are featured in those series. I do however own all characters not seen or mentioned in the series, namely Tarra, Shinji, Sakana, and Kirikuzu.

Golden's back people! I'm back again! Forgive the absence, but some important things concerning school gave it precedence in my life, and I had to devote my time to school… But school is nearing its end and now I will have free time again! Viva a verano!

A/N: This chapter's quite the long one… Just thought I'd give you guys head's up before you went on in and were like "Man… When is this gonna end!" Well, without further ado, I present to you, Chapter 10 of Dragon Ball AF!

Death And Destruction

---------------Dream…---------------

The sun shone brilliantly, its golden rays spilling down onto a vast green field. A soft breeze blew through the pasture, the small blades of grass swaying gently in the wind Several black stones lay sparsely littered about the meadow, unaffected by the faint wind.

Beside one stone sat a quivering child, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his gaze to the ground, tears sliding down his cheeks as he sobbed softly, his voice weak from earlier, louder cries.

"Gohan?" Came a low, concerned voice.

The sobbing child lifted his head slowly, looking up, his eyes a little reddened. "Huh?" He rubbed his eyes gingerly with his tiny fists, the figure before him slowly coming into focus.

The figure stood tall, a golden cloud beneath his feet. Clothed in an orange and blue gi, his appearance spoke of his warrior nature. His face however, overcome with concern, spoke of his kind personality. "What's wrong Gohan?"

Gohan's eyes welled up with tears as his lips spread in a wide, open mouth smile. "Daddy!" He cried out, leaping upwards, latching onto his father's legs.

"Hey!" Goku said with a laugh, patting his son's head. "What happened son?"

"You were gone long… So I tried to find you… But I couldn't… And I fell… And—"

"I told you I was coming right back Gohan," explained his father. "You said you were hungry, so I went and caught a fish for you… But you weren't home when I got there. Why'd you leave?"

The boy sobbed a little. "I'm sorry daddy… I just… You were gone long…" He buried his face into his father's knees, sobbing out apologies.

His brows knitted in consternation as he reached down and grabbed the child, lifting Gohan up into his arms. "Shhh… Its okay Gohan, its okay." He cradled the youth in his arms, hugging him close. "I understand… I'm sorry I took so long to come back, its just that I went out pretty far to find the biggest, best fish I could find for you. I promise to not take so long next time. Okay?"

Gohan's sobs slowly fell into short, quickened breaths as he lifted his gaze from his father's chest to his face, the rays of sun giving his face a golden glow. He sniffled a little, nodding his head ever so slightly.

His father smiled broadly. "Alright." His stomach growled loudly, and his smile became a sheepish grin. "I guess I'm a little hungry now too. Let's go eat that fish!"

Gohan smiled a little, and nodded. "Yeah!"

With that, the golden cloud lifted the father and son upwards, and they soared off into the distance, flying towards their house.

---------------End Dream---------------

He opened his eyes, groaning softly as he came to. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He shook his head slightly, freeing his mind of some of its haziness, and realized that he still sat in the clearing, not too far from the small lake.

"Daddy!" Cried out a voice.

He turned his gaze to the source of the voice, and saw a teenaged girl lunge at him, clasping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

"Daddy! You're okay!"

He nodded a little, rubbing his head gingerly. "Yeah I'm okay Pan… But what happened?"

Pan loosened her embrace and pulled back. "I don't know… I've been feeling a lot of weird power surges… And now I can't feel Uncle Goten at all…"

His eyes widened in realization. "You mean he's…"

"I… I don't know… But I felt his power go up really high then it just disappeared…"

Seriousness overcame Gohan's face as he stood up. "Pan, I want you to stay with your mother and grandmother."

She stopped moving towards him, determination and stubbornness defining her face. "No way dad. I'm going."

"You're going to stay with your mom and grandma, and that's final."

"But dad—"

Gohan's aura erupted as he took off, leaving a trail of gold as he soared off into the sky.

"He can't tell me not to come… Uncle Goten was important to me too…" She grumbled. "Forget what he said, I'm going!" With that, she leapt into the air, soaring off into the distance in pursuit of her father.

---------------Scene Change---------------

His brownish black mane billowed in the breeze, his face set like stone. He surveyed the damage, the once bustling metropolis now dilapidated ruins beneath his feet.

The place lay devoid of life save himself, bodies littered about the area. A green skinned corpse lay battered, bruised, and headless, its lower half crushed beneath a huge chunk of a broken building.

Not too far from him laid a fair skinned corpse, his body impaled on a white pole with a sharpened end, the blunt end embedded in the ground. A greater distance away lay a tattered, broken corpse of a stocky figure, his arms amputated and jammed into his lower back. His orange haired head lay unnaturally, facing completely upwards although he lay flat on his stomach.

He shook his head, sighing a little. "The fools… Now my challenge is lessened…" He looked to the sky. "And without him, freeing her will become that much harder…"

He returned his gaze to the destruction, another sigh escaping him. "How did this all happen? I never meant to kill them… Not today anyway. How did that escalate so quickly…"

---------------Flashback to a Half an Hour Ago…---------------

A stocky figure with an orange mane floated high above a city, firing blast after blast at the tall skyscrapers. The buildings exploded as the tightly packed balls of energy struck them, the debris of the skyscrapers falling to the ground below in huge chunks of metal and glass.

The debris fell fast, crushing the empty cars, inhabited cars, small stores, and people at street level. Cries of terror rang out as people in the buildings fell to their deaths, the people at street level scrambling about trying to escape falling debris.

He relented on his attack, grinning at the devastation. "Little weaklings… Watching them die is the best thing for being bored!"

"You idiot!" Cried a voice. "You haven't any wit about you whatsoever!"

The stocky figure turned around, facing the voice. "Sakana?"

"You fool, do you ever think before you do something?"

"What are you talking about? You told me to go destroy something."

"But why did you decide to destroy a city?" Sakana asked, gesturing to the destructing below them. "Of all the things you could've destroyed…A mountain, a small village, a few people… You chose a city! The one thing you'd have to release the most energy to destroy!"

"What does it matter?"

"You idiot, I felt your power near the mountaintops! Anyone with the ability to feel out energy signatures would've picked up on yours."

"I still don't see a point."

"Those Earthlings Lord Shinji is set to duel won't take this lightly, and most likely, we'll end up fighting them before Lord Shinji wants too."

"You know what Sakana?"

"What?"

"Forget Shinji for once!" He cried, his voice booming. "I'm tired of being under that runt's foot. He doesn't even appreciate all the things I do for him. Let him fight his own damn battle, I'm tired of fighting for him."

"But Kirikuzu—"

"I don't want to hear it Sakana!" He said, turning back to the half destroyed city. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm no longer his lackey." He let loose a powerful blast, wiping out a fourth of the remaining city. "I'm his rival."

"I have no rival in you, fool."

"What?" Asked Kirikuzu, a fist slamming into his face. His nose snapped, blood pouring down his nostrils as another fist slammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. A foot drove itself into his skull, knocking him backward.

"Shinji!" Cried Sakana. "What are you doing!"

Shinji, ignoring the outcry of his right hand man, slowly drew his leg back, smirking at the battered Kirikuzu. "I had no idea you felt that way Kirikuzu… But why would I care about such a bumbling weakling?"

"Because I'm not a weakling!" He roared, lunging at Shinji.

Shinji's smirk broadened as he easily caught Kirikuzu's fist, reddish gold sparks dancing about his form. "You aren't?" He asked, clenching the fist tightly, the bone is Kirikuzu's hand breaking.

"Ah!" Cried Kirikuzu in agony as his bone snapped and broke in half, blood leaking from his hand.

"Deluded and weak… A horrific combination." He roared a battle cry and yanked Kirikuzu's arm hard, ripping it out of its socket. Blood gushed from his socket as he cried out in agony. He quickly swing his other arm, only to have his fist caught by Shinji yet again.

"Not again Shin— Ah!" Cried Kirikuzu as Shinji tore his other arm out, holding them by the wrists.

"Fool… You wanted to betray me? Stab me in my back as they say? Well… I've got something for you!" He phased from sight.

The armless Kirikuzu spun around, anticipating an attack. Unfortunately, he turned at just the wrong time.

"Imbecile!" Roared Shinji as he drove both of Kirikuzu's arms into the warrior's back, pushing the arms up to the forearms inside the small of his back. "How's that feel?"

Kirikuzu cried out in agony as his own arms found their way into his back, blood running down his back.

"Good… But I want you to see it up close!" Shinji cried as he grabbed Kirikuzu's head. He turned it hard, a sickening snap filling the air as his neck broke. Shinji grinned and pulled it yet again, turning it a complete 180 degrees.

Shinji let go of Kirikuzu's head, letting the corpse fall to the ground below.

"You sick bastard!" Cried Sakana, who had been silent the whole time. "How could you kill him? He did nothing wrong!"

"He was holding you back."

"He was making me strong! I fought for you, and I fought for him. I fought alongside him… I grew up with him… And you just kill him? You're heartless Shinjinsosai! Heartless!"

"Heartless? Heartless? You're damn right I'm heartless!"

Sakana sighed deeply, regaining his composure. "Yes… You truly are. Death and destruction comes so easily to one such as you… But now, you will have to commit your dark deeds without help from me. Now stew in your own pot of ineptitude, you heartless bastard." He sped off, soaring forth through the sky.

Shinji shrugged. "He'll be back."

"It won't matter if he does comer back… Because you're through."

Shinji turned around slowly, facing the source of the voice. "Oh, its you. I thought it was something serious for a moment there."

"It is something serious you loser!" He looked around, observing the damage. "You're pathetic… Is this how you get your sick kicks? Killing innocent people?"

"This?" He said, gesturing to the battered city. "Oh, I didn't do this. My deceased henchman Kirikuzu did this. I just killed him for being an idiot."

Goten's eyes went wide in shock. "You killed him?"

Shinji shrugged. "The weak serve no purpose. Their deaths are meaningless."

"You cold hearted freak!" Cried Goten. "I'm gonna get rid of you once and for all!"

Shinji laughed loudly and mockingly. "Oh… you were serious?"

"I've had enough of you!" He cried out, his form warping into its super state. He lunged at Shinji and swung hard.

His fist caught Shinji off guard and knocked him backward, saliva flying from his lips. Goten dove at him and drove his knee into Shinji's abdomen, then quickly rammed his other knee into his face, knocking him further back, blood dripping from his nostrils.

Shinji righted himself and grinned. "So you've got some fight in you, eh?"

"More than you can handle," roared Goten, resuming his assault, throwing out a thunderous roundhouse kick.

Shinji caught Goten's leg with both hands. "I think not."

---------------Scene Change---------------

Dende sighed deeply, gripping his wooden cane tightly.

"What is it Dende-sama?" Asked Mr. Popo.

"Goten has begun a war I don't believe he can win…" Explained Dende, staring down at the world below.

Piccolo's eyes snapped open, leaving his meditative state. "The fool!"

"Now Piccolo… He only chose this foolish act because you shook his belief in his father," rationalized Mr. Popo. "He only seeks to prove that his father's method of battle is the truest way. The way of merciful victory."

"But he isn't strong enough to follow his father down that path!"

"That is why I'm so worried," said Dende, sighing deeply yet again. "Shinji's toying with him as we speak."

Piccolo growled. "Damn it Goten…" He rushed over to the edge of the Lookout and leapt off.

"Piccolo! Where are you going?" Asked Mr. Popo and Dende in unison.

"To prove that Goku's method is foolishness!" He cried, descending to the world below rather rapidly.

---------------Scene Change---------------

Shinji grinned and attacked Goten with a furious flurry of punches and kicks, landing blow after blow on the half-Saiyajin. Goten's form slowly became covered in bruises, his left eye swelling from a harsh blow to his face.

Without warning, Shinji phased from sight and reappeared behind Goten, delivering a powerful kick in the small off his back. Goten cried out in agony as his bones popped loudly.

"Goten!" Cried a gruff voice.

Shinji turned just to receive a leathery, green fist with his face. The impact flung him backwards for quite a bit, until he righted himself with ease.

Piccolo stood beside the battered Goten, glaring at Shinji. "You're a fool Goten. You weren't ready for a battle of this magnitude."

"I don't care… I'm just going to take him down!" He lunged at Shinji, firing a sphere of blue energy.

"Damn it Goten!" Piccolo quickly fired a yellow blast, the two attacks rocketing towards Shinji.

With an amused look, Shinji easily swatted the blasts away.

Goten growled. "That's it!" He brought both of his hands back, cupping them at his right side. "Kamehameha!" He roared, thrusting his palms forward, unleashing an enormous blue wave.

"Goten!" Shouted Piccolo angrily. "Damned brat!" Piccolo brought his right index and middle fingers to his forehead, yellow energy crackling about his nails.

"Makankuusapou!" Piccolo cried with a snarl, thrusting his arm forward and launching a straight wave of yellow ki, a secondary wave coiling around the first, creating a drill of sorts.

Shinji dodged the two attacks with ease, smiling at Goten and Piccolo. He raised one palm, opening it to face the two. An enormous ball of reddish gold ki instantly forged itself affront his palm. He chucked it at the two warriors.

Goten's eyes went wide. "No!"

Piccolo growled and shoved Goten out of the way, both barely surviving the attack. A cry rang out and Piccolo looked to his left, only to watch Shinji impale Goten on a sharpened white rod.

Shinji grinned and landed, planting the rod in the ground so Goten's body hung horizontally on the pole.

Piccolo stared at the display. "You're sick…"

Shinji looked up at him and pointed at the sky behind him.

Piccolo looked behind himself, only to see Shinji slam an enormous chunk of a broken building into his back. Piccolo cried out as the blow sent him careening into the ground face first.

Shinji landed beside Piccolo and dropped the building on his legs, grinning as he heard his bones shatter, followed by the Namekian's scream of pain.

Piccolo looked up at Shinji. "You bastard…"

"My after image caught you off guard quite well, eh green man? And your foolish friend was too inexperienced to realize the blast was only a decoy. How easy it is to defeat you fools… Because you worry about saving others too much."

Piccolo grunted. "Those who are strong enough…Must protect the weak…That is the true way of great warriors… Like Goten's father…"

"Quiet fool," Shinji said softly, firing a blast at Piccolo's head, obliterating it instantly.

---------------End Flashback---------------

Shinji stared off into the distance, surveying the destroyed landscape, the breeze again blowing. His sensitive ears caught the sound of a pair of boots touching down on the ground, not too far from him.

"Shinji."

A grin spread across his face. "A day early, are we Gohan?"

"Where's my brother?"

"I'm right here Gohan!"

"Don't play stupid with me Shinji! Where is my…" His voice went silent as his gaze fell on the destroyed green body beside Shinji's feet. "Is that… Piccolo?"

"Oh, the green man? He was weak, I killed him with rather simple maneuvers my mentor taught me."

"No! No!" Cried Gohan, rushing over to the corpse, shoving Shinji aside. "Piccolo! Piccolo!" Gohan knelt beside the body, cradling the carcass. "Piccolo… How could he…"

Shinji grinned. "I don't think screaming his name will undo his death."

Just then, Pan touched down beside them.

"Hey!" Said Shinji. "More company?"

"Pan! Leave, now!" Cried Gohan, a little angrily. "I told you to go home, why did you follow me!" He shook his head. "It doesn't matter now… Just get as far away from here as you can." She remained still. "What are you waiting for!"

"I'm not going," she said stubbornly. "I'd never let you fight him alone."

"Listen Pan!" He said, visibly annoyed. "You have to get out of here now! You don't have a say in the matter!"

"But dad… I'm not going to leave you!"

Shinji chuckled at their conversation. "If you think that your little daughter can escape me… Well Gohan, you're sadly mistaken." He pointed at Pan, grinning.

Pan froze.

"Look," said Shinji. The two looked at the same time, and saw the gruesome sight of Goten impaled on a white rod. "No one can escape me. Now die!"

"What!" Cried Gohan, turning his gaze to Shinji. "Don't you dare!"

Shinji's grin broadened as he opened his hand, his palm facing Pan, launching an enormous reddish gold orb.

"No!" cried Gohan, dropping Piccolo's body as he leapt to his feet, dashing towards his daughter. "Pan no!"

"Daddy!" She cried as the enormous sphere struck her, her cry of anguish filling the air with a completeness that blocked out all other sound.

Time slowed.

Gohan came to a halt, watching the orb sail past him. It flew off into the distance, destroying anything in its path. Gohan's gaze however, never left the spot where Pan had last stood. And he came to the terrible realization that his baby, his only daughter… She was gone.

Shinji laughed. "Three down! How many more shall fall to Shinjinsosai the Invincible!"

"No…" Muttered Gohan softly, falling to his knees. "Pan… No…" He clenched fists tightly, tears running down his cheeks. "My little girl…"

Gohan closed his eyes, a faint golden aura dancing about his form. His form shook gently, fighting to control his rage.

"Is dead to the world!" Shouted Shinji, finishing the thought.

Gohan lost that battle. Miserably.

His eyes snapped open, revealing pupil less orbs. With a low, throaty growl, he threw his head back and let loose an earsplitting roar, his aura exploding about him. His aura swelled, forcing the ground apart around him, knocking Shinji away. His power slowly unearthed the ground in enormous chunks of dirt and rock, each the size of small buildings.

His roar grew louder, carried by the strength of his aura, the golden flame shaming the sun with its glow. He clenched his fists tightly and let himself go, his release resulting in a thunderous boom, his aura expanding until everything in sight became enveloped in it.

The light of his aura slowly died away, and he sat within a swirling golden flame, his form housed within the swirling flames. He pulled his head back into an upright position, staring forth with soulless pupils. His pupils had returned, although they had become a dark shade of emerald green, the faintest tint of black at the edges of the green.

With a fluid motion he rose, standing perfectly erect. His hair, erect as his stature, had lightened into a gold more radiant than the sun. Blue bolts ran through the flames, signifying his status as an ascended Super Saiyajin.

"Oh, did I make you angry Gohan?" Asked Shinji mockingly. "Are you upset that—"

"Quiet fool," snapped Gohan, a dark, malignant tone overshadowing his natural voice. "I don't even want to hear you breathe."

At that, Shinji let out a long, loud sigh. "How's—"

Gohan's elbow buried itself in Shinji's abdomen, blood spewing from his open mouth as he doubled over. Faster than Shinji's eyes could detect, the elbow withdrew itself, and the arm snapped out, the back of Gohan's fist colliding with Shinji's face.

With a loud, sickening crack, his nose broke, blood pouring from his nostrils. The impact flung his body backwards, crashing into debris, the destroyed landscape concealing his form.

The debris erupted, revealing a transformed Shinji. A murderous taint filled his eyes, followed by his lips spreading into a grin, giving him a demented look.

"And I will prove to you that I am Son Goku's son." His grin spread into a broad smile. "Through killing you!"

And there you go… I hadn't intended to make it so long, but it came out that way. I'm happy with it, but how about you? What do you think my friends? Well, thanks for reading, I have to go work on many other things I left alone during my absence… The Golden One is out.