Disclaimer: King 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 Potoschy and the Hyuraiku-jin race.

The Invasion Begins

"When you despise your father, you attempt with all your might to differentiate yourself from him. What you must realize though, is that you are not your father, nor can you ever be him… But you will always be your father's son. That, my young ward, is inescapable." Aomono II

A lone figure cloaked in a thick black robe stood atop a dull yellow sand dune, his back to a seemingly endless expanse of sand, other dunes loosely scattered about the area.

Quite a ways off from him sat a metropolis, the far-off sounding noise of the city's hustle and bustle faintly pervading the otherwise silent nature of the desert.

After silently staring at the city for a moment or so, the hooded figure slowly lifted his right arm, the long sleeve of his robe falling back, revealing his navy blue hand.

A great creaking noise overtook the faint city sounds, the desert seemingly coming to life as the sand dunes began to rise. Mechanical legs protruded from the bottom of the dunes, slowly straightening out.

In a matter of minutes, every dune in the desert had erected itself, including the one the hooded figure stood on. Everything went still for an eternity it seemed, the cloaked one still holding his hand high.

He held his hand erect for a few seconds longer then dropped it, bending his hand forward at the wrist.

Without hesitation all of the dunes began to walk forward, carried by their thick metal legs. As they moved forward the sand fell back to the ground, slowly revealing each dune as a beetle like monstrosity.

The cloaked figure drew his hood back, exposing the navy blue face of Potoschy, his forehead crinkling up as he furrowed his brow.

"In this universe there can only be one race descended from the gods," Potoschy said to no one as his army closed in on the city. "And these imposters… These humans…"

Potoschy relaxed his brow, staring emotionlessly. "Will be exterminated, like the vermin they are."

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Videl plopped down on the couch, her thoughts incessantly drifting to her husband. With a soft sigh, she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, desperately looking for something to take her mind off her troubles.

As the TV cut on, a blond, fair-skinned man in a dark blue suit and red tie overtook the screen with a city playing backdrop.

"They're… They're laying waste to the city," explained the man, pausing in between ragged breaths. "No one knows what they want but—"

He found himself cut short as the building behind him exploded, bursting into flames as a blinding blue flash tore through it. The explosion flung glass and steel in every direction, the force of the eruption flinging the cameraman and the reporter, the signal going out.

Static dominated the screen for a minute or two, before it began to break up, a cracked screen showing the reporter on his side, his clothes tattered with blood running down his forehead from a bad scrape.

"The entire city's destroyed, everybody's dead," blurted the reporter, shaken up by the explosion.

The desolate scene behind him attested to that statement, vast amounts of debris and rubble taking the place of the buildings.

"People… The armed forces were wiped out…" Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he looked into the camera. "There's nobody left… And we're all going to di—"

A navy blue hand snatched the microphone from him. Instinctively following the microphone, the cameraman angled the lens to face the newcomer.

"I want the abomination," barked the blue man, "Hand him over and I will not kill all of you pathetic creatures."

"What are you talking about?" Came the reporter who was now off-screen, his voice whiny.

"He is the son of the one called Goku," answered the navy blue one, "He is the one I seek."

"Chi-Chi," cried Videl, her cobalt blue eyes widening with terror, "Come look at this!"

"What is it Videl," asked Chi-Chi a little irritated as she walked into the living room, "I was about to start cook—" She paused, hearing the blue man repeat himself.

"I want the son of Goku," he repeated a third time, "His life in exchange for all of yours."

He reached down and gripped the reporter's face, the man screaming in sheer terror. The cameraman again followed the action instinctively, unable to turn away.

The reporter's smooth, tan face began to darken, roughening into a tough, coarse navy blue. Crying in anguish, blood leaked from his gums, his front teeth thickening into molars. Seconds after, his eyeballs faded into blackness, his face now the color of his suit.

The original blue man relinquished his grip, the reporter now his mirror image.

He turned his face back to the camera. "Bring me the boy."

"Cooperate, and you will all be perfected," said the blue man, offering his ultimatum, "Resist, and you will be utterly destroyed."

The signal went out again, the screen succumbing to static, the soft noise the only thing preventing complete silence from dominating the room.

"I'm going," came a voice.

Both Videl and Chi-Chi turned from the TV and looked to the threshold leading to the rooms upstairs.

Gohan stood tall, garbed in an outfit similar to Piccolo's, as he wore a sleeveless purple top with a blue undershirt, red wristbands, purple pants and red boots.

"Gohan no!" Cried the two women in unison.

"No way are you going out there mister," snapped his mother, her hands on her hips, "I won't allow it."

"Mom, I can't sit here and do nothing while he kills innocent people."

"But Gohan, you aren't well," reasoned his mother, "You can't go!"

"The people need me mom," replied Gohan.

"We need you," Videl shot back, getting up from her seat. "Did you ever stop to think about that Gohan?"

Gohan averted his gaze away from them. "Please Videl, you're making this harder than it already is…"

"Where's Pan, Gohan?"

Gohan's eyes widened for a moment, then he shut them tightly, refusing to cry.

"Well? Where is she?" She walked past Chi-Chi and up to Gohan, looking up at him angrily. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? You taught me to sense energies Gohan, I know my own daughter's." She dew closer, the two separated by inches. "And I don't feel it anymore."

Gohan stayed silent, fighting back the tears welling in his eyes. His mother had fallen silent as well, shocked by Videl's words.

Hot tears started to roll own her cheek. "My heart almost stopped beating when I felt her disappear—"

"That's even more reason for me to go fight," snapped Gohan, looking his wife in her eyes, an uncharacteristic hardness in his onyx pupils. "My baby girl is gone—"

"She's my daughter too Gohan," interrupted Videl, unable to use the past tense, "I love her as much as you do, maybe even more." She returned the hard stare.

"And the only way you're going out there is if I come—"

"Out of the question," interjected Gohan. "I've lost too much Videl…" His eyes softened a little. "I can't lose you too."

"But its fair for me to lose you?"

"You won't lose me Videl," Gohan assured her. "I won't leave you behind, like…" He trailed off, glancing at his mother. He shook it off. "I won't lose to him."

"Please Gohan, don't do this," pleaded Videl, "You almost killed yourself fighting Shinji, your body isn't used to fighting at that level anymore…"

"I have to Videl, I can't let those innocent people die because of me."

"Why does it have to be you?" Asked Videl. "There are other fighters out there… Vegeta, Trunks—"

"You'd rather them lose their lives?"

"No!" She gripped his shirt. "It isn't that at all… I just don't understand why it has to be you…" She looked up at him. "And see, even you think you might not make it this time… Gohan, please!"

He cupped her hands in his, looking into her eyes. "Videl, you don't understand. It isn't in me to just sit idly by and do nothing."

She returned the look for a moment. "I know… I know… But…" She trailed off as she buried her face in his shirt, sobbing into his chest.

Gohan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"Don't go Gohan," whispered Videl into his chest, "Please…"

Gohan fell silent, his eyes shut as he held his wife.

Across the room stood a silent Chi-Chi, wiping her wet eyes with the back of her sleeve.

"Go," she said softly, her voice barely audible.

Gohan slowly opened his eyes, looking across the room at his mother. "What?"

"You heard me," she said in a light tone.

Videl lifted her head from his husband's chest, looking toward her mother in law. "Chi-Chi, what are you saying?"

"Videl…" Chi-Chi began, "I've been dreading this day for so long, but it finally happened." She looked to her son. "With all this craziness, I don't know how you feel about your father right now…"

"Mom, this isn't the time—"

"But Gohan," interrupted Chi-Chi, "I could've swore you were him just now… You don't know how many times I cried for the same reason Videl is crying right now."

"A woman wants a man that's strong for her Gohan," explained his mother, "But you… just like your father… Are strong for everybody." She smiled weakly. "And I guess that's why it's so hard loving men like you… You don't feel special with a hero."

Chi-Chi looked up at the ceiling. "You know he loves you… Even though it feels like he doesn't, as much as he runs off to save other people…" Her smile broadened a little. "But that's who he is, and if you try to change him… You'll end up losing him."

"And losing him because you pushed him away hurts so much more than losing him physically…" She looked away, sighing sadly. "Because in losing him physically, at least you know you'll see him again in the next life. But if you push him away… You have nothing…"

Gohan stared at his mother, never hearing her talk so emotionally before. "Mom…"

She lifted her gaze, looking at her daughter in law. She didn't say a word, but the look alone spoke volumes.

Videl returned the gaze, her eyes a little red. She swallowed hard and looked up at her husband, releasing him.

"Videl…" Gohan started softly. "I—"

She put her index finger to his lips, silencing him. "Don't talk… just go." She smiled faintly. "I'll be here waiting, when you get back."

Gohan smiled a little and kissed her gently. "I love you Videl."

"I love you too Gohan," she whispered softly, returning the kiss.

Slowly pulling away from his wife he made his way to the door, opening it up. He paused in the threshold.

"Don't worry mom," he said quietly, "I'll make everything right." With that he dashed off, leaping into the sky as he took off toward the city.

Chi-Chi smiled. I know you will… My little Goku.

There ya go... These chapters without fight scenes usually aren't my best but I dunno, maybe… just maybe… I did good… lol Thanks for reading, I'd appreciate some reviews! Peace, KG out.