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.

Murderous Thoughts

A brilliant white flame ripped through the sky, housing a lean but muscular figure. He soared past cloud after cloud, until eventully he came upon a formerly large metropolis, now a vast wasteland of debris from destroyed buildings, unearthed ground and mutilated corpses.

Following his senses, the half-Saiyajin touched down silently about twenty feet behind the navy blue skinned man who had wrought all this devastation.

Potoschy scowled darkly, keeping his back to the half breed. He lifted his right arm and waved his hand outward away from his body, and in response his forces immediately ceased their assault on the city.

Gohan glowered. "At least you're a man of your word."

"I am not the embodiment of sin, as you are," whispered Potoschy in a low, guttural tone, as he turned to face Gohan, lowering his arm to his side. "Abomination," he spat, slurring the word to accentuate his disgust.

Confused by the accusation, Gohan simply asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you ignorant of what you are!" Snapped Potoschy. "Your existence is the result of a breeding that should never have taken place… You are the personification of wrongness, and you must be exterminated."

Gohan eyed him strangely. "I don't even know you!" He clenched his fists. "All I know is, if you don't leave Earth alone… I will be forced to make you leave!"

"Your mother was an idiot for thinking your creation would free my mother," continued Potoschy, unnerved by Gohan's threat. "My mother was a gullible fool... The Kaios are an untrustworthy breed."

"What are you talking about!" Snapped Gohan, bothered by the seemingly nonsensical rant. "What does my mother have to do with this?"

"Tarra foolishly believed that brute strength was the solution to our problem," replied the blue man, "Which is why she mated with that mortal… your father." He clenched his fists. "To create you… a being with infinite physical might."

"But I will destroy you!" Roared Potoschy, his brow furrowing above his inky black eyes. "For killing my sister… And for being an absolute abomination!"

"I've never killed anyone!"

"Lies!" Bellowed the enraged blue man. "You killed your own mother in cold blood… My sister!" His scowl darkened. "And for this… you must perish."

Potoschy lifted his right hand, his open palm facing Gohan.

Gohan quickly turned sideways slightly and readied his fists, preparing himself for an attack.

Potoschy simply shut his hand into a tight fist and whispered, "Die."

Gohan stared at him perplexed, as nothing happened. He let his guard down for but a second, and instantaneously felt something clutch his windpipe.

Audibly choking, Gohan instinctively gripped his throat with both hands. He leaned forward a little, slowly but surely doubling over. Struggling to breathe, some forced coughs sputtered out of his mouth as he dropped to his knees.

Potoschy stood his ground, extending his arm outward until his elbow locked, his arm set straightforward, aimed at Gohan.

Gohan reacted negatively to the arm extension, falling over onto his side, combating an invisible specter.

"Do you now see the futility of brute strength," Potoschy asked, "My mind is far more powerful than your body…" His face lost its scowl, becoming stoic. "And you will die… murdered by a thought."

Gohan's choking had grown soft and his eyes had begun to close, the world going black around him.

'Murdered by a thought…' Replayed Potoschy's words in his mind. As each word played in his thoughts, an image flashed in his mind.

'Murdered…' The image of his brother and mentor laying dead crossed his mind.

'By…' The visual of his mother crying as he left home to come here followed suit.

'A…' The last kiss he shared with his wife played out in his mind again.

'Thought…' As this final word crossed his mind, so too did the visual of his little girl's vaporization.

Gohan's eyes shot open, and he slowly drew his hands away from his throat. Groaning with the strain, he shifted over onto his side and placed his hands on the cold, hard cement. He coughed hard, sputtering blood as he pushed as hard as he could.

"Struggle with all your might," encouraged Potoschy, "It will do you no good."

Gohan pushed his chest off of the ground, and looked up at Potoschy with a fire blazing in his eyes. Grunting loudly, he pushed himself back further, slowly but surely reaching a kneeling position.

Trembling mightily with the strain, Gohan flung his head back and his arms outward and screamed with all his might, a brilliant white flame bursting about him, enveloping his body.

Potoschy's eyes widened as his elbow bent and his fist popped open, his arm forced backward as Gohan's might broke his mind hold.

Gohan slowly righted his head and climbed to his feet, housed in a swirling white blaze.

Potoschy frowned. "I underestimated your might, abomination." He clenched both fists at his sides. "A mistake I will not make again." Potoschy raised both fists to his temples and pressed his knuckles against them softly.

"Compress!" Roared the master of telekinesis.

Gohan screamed out in agony and clutched at his skull, his mouth going wide as a great force began to put a tight squeeze on his cranium.

Keeping one fist to his own skull, Potoschy lowered his other fist and opened it. He swung his hand down, and in response, his army of beetle like machines resumed its decimation of the city.

Seeing his command being followed, Potoschy placed his fist back against his temple.

"Compress," bellowed Potoschy yet again, but louder.

Gohan cried loudly and dropped to his knees again, tears rolling down his cheeks because of the pain the crushing pressure was inflicting.

"Ha!" Boomed a voice, followed by the humming noise of energy surging.

Potoschy extended his right fist outward, away from his skull. A sizzling sphere of purple light sat an inch shy of his fist, stopped cold by an invisible barrier. Without breaking his concentration on Gohan, he quickly opened his palm.

A gust blew the orb away, seemingly putting an end to the surprise attack. Setting his fist back against his skull, Potoschy overlooked the approach of a third fist.

This new fist slammed into Potoschy's nose, shattering the bone. A thick, green fluid flew from his nostrils as the impact sent him sailing backward, breaking the mental hold he had had on Gohan.

Withdrawing his fist to his side, the new figure righted himself, his lean but muscular body contained in black spandex beneath white armor. A gentle wind swayed his thick black mane, staring for a second or two at his handiwork.

He quickly turned around to face Gohan who sat kneeling, clutching at his head and breathing in short, ragged breaths.

"Get up!" Yelled the newcomer. "We have to leave now, before he recovers!"

Gohan slowly looked up, the pain in his head slowly starting to subside, replaced by a dull ache.

"Come on boy," snapped the newcomer, "We haven't time to waste!"

Gohan's eyes slowly regained focus, and without hesitation he recognized his aid. "You're one of Shinji's goons!"

Scowling at the word 'goon', Sakana growled. "Yes, yes," said the elder warrior irritated, "Now let's go! I can feel him coming back!"

"No, I'm not running away," retorted Gohan. "And why should I trust you, you monster!"

"Because I'm the only one who can help you, fool!" Barked Sakana. "You've gotten yourself involved in a fight that never concerned you, but now that you're a part of it, Potoschy will kill you!"

Sakana turned his gaze to the opposite direction and saw a hooded figure slowly walking towards them. "Shit!" Cursed the elder warrior. "Dear gods boy, we have to go now!"

Gohan stared at him untrustingly. "I'm not running!"

"Your Saiyajin pride is going to get us killed you fool!"

"So we meet again, Sakana," came a low voice. Stricken with fear, Sakana froze. "It's been too long, old friend."

Growling, Sakana spun around. "You were never any friend of mine, Potoschy." He scowled darkly. "My allegiance to your mother was as far as my respect for you went."

"Oh, it saddens me to hear that Sakana," responded Potoschy. "I always respected you."

Sakana scoffed. "I could never respect a maniac."

By this time, Gohan had reached his feet again, staring as the two conversed about matters beyond his scope.

"It matters little now, Sakana," replied Potoschy. "You will die alongside the abomination."

Sakana grinned. "Not today!" He lifted both hands to his face, his fingertips extended across his forehead, but palms facing Potoschy. "Infusco Flare!"

A gust of wind rushed forth and a black cloud laid siege to the entire world, robbing everyone of sight.

"You won't escape me Sakana!" Shouted Potoschy, hidden beneath the shroud of darkness. "Not this time!"

Potoschy clapped his hands together and a brilliant flash of sunlight shot through the darkness, destroying the shroud of shadows with ease.

Looking around, he realized that his prey had indeed escaped him. "Damn you Sakana!" Composing himself, he drew his hood over his head. "No matter… The entire human race will suffer for your insolence."

With that, his form lifted itself from the ground and rocketed forth, following the trail of destruction left by his minions.

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