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.

To shahi… gonna have to go back and read my friend lol, KG is not divulging anything. Glad you dropped in on this, though. Like the praise and all that, y'know lol

Senzai: pssh…

…quiet you. And uh… Maybe I do love the sky… or maybe I just daydream so much the heavens are ingrained in my psyche… lol

Senzai: Prolly that last one… I dunno if you love anything.. I mean, you could've been finished my story…

lol I'll get to it... but now this!!

The Awakening

A booming roar permeated every nook and cranny of the air as an enraged Gohan, housed in a wildly flickering golden flame, rocketed toward Shinji with his right fist cocked back.

Shinji eyed the approaching threat unflinchingly, a grin spreading across his face. In less than a second, Gohan had gotten close enough to strike and swung his fist hard, the tightly packed ball of knuckles creating a faint sonic boom as it tore through the air, severely the back wall of the room. In a span of two or three milliseconds, Shinji had relocated himself to a safe location.

Gohan's eyes widened as the iron wall creaked noisily under the strain of being forced inward, not shocked by his own strength, but moreso by Shinji's speed.

"My, my Gohan," came Shinji gloatingly, "If I hadn't moved, that might've done some serious damage."

Whirring around, Gohan met an oncoming fist head on with his nose. The bone cracked and a stream of blood poured from his left nostril as he flew backward fast, crashing into the cratered wall he himself had just created.

"Watch it Shinji," shouted Sakana in a chastising tone, "Don't damage my ship too much!"

"Fine, fine," Shinji replied, turning to his mentor. "So long as Gohan here doesn't push me too much." He chuckled slightly after that. "Not that he could."

Growling in anger, Gohan allowed his aura to grow, the tips of the dancing flame that housed him flickering with tinges of whitish blue. The color quickly faded as Gohan threw his fists down, his aura's eruption swallowing the wall hole, along with a fair chunk of the ceiling.

"Damn it, would ya look at that damage?" Muttered Sakana to no one, sighing. "Like I need this at my age."

Ignoring Sakana's lamentations, Gohan launched himself at Shinji who simply gave the attacking half-breed a smirk. Deciding this time to swing with his left, Gohan dissipated just as he reached Shinji, swinging on the partial Saiyajin from behind.

The fist met nothing but air once again, the fierce backwind from the miss knocking Sakana out of his chair and onto the ground.

"You're too slow Gohan," explained Shinji, appearing directly before Gohan.

"Shut up!" Roared Gohan. He quickly swung his leg for a kick this time, only to meet the same result.

"You'll never hit me like that," quipped Shinji, reappearing behind Gohan, the two now back to back. "You'll need something stronger than the super level, Gohan."

That said, Shinji threw his head back and let loose a thunderous cry, his aura exploding about him, pushing Gohan back. Once the light faded, Shinji stood anew, his once wild, brown mane now a brilliant crimson, each strand forced perfectly erect.

Shinji's long, sleeveless black vest and lengthy red shorts billowed in the wind his power generated, white bolts of electricity sporadically bursting out from and running through his flame tinted aura.

"Shall we," asked Shinji, his tone a little darker.

Gohan snarled and leapt at Shinji, swinging his fists and legs wildly and blindly, holistically consumed by his rage over the loss of his daughter, brother, and mentor at this fiend's hands.

Shinji nimbly dodged each erratic shot, ducking kick after kick, hook after hook and sidestepping jab after jab. Tired of the bob and weave game, Shinji easily caught Gohan's right fist and left leg, holding the warrior at an awkward position.

Gohan's jaw dropped, shocked that Shinji stopped his assault with such ease. Shinji released both limbs and spun, driving the base of his shoeless, metal heel into Gohan's abdomen. Gohan doubled in half as he careened into the ship's flooring, cracking the ship open as he fell into the bowels of the craft.

"Hey!" Shouted Sakana as he stood up, wielding a small blue vial. "Stop wasting time! Hold him down already!"

Shinji laughed. "If he isn't already down for the cou—"

Shinji's victorious rant was cut short as Gohan burst through the flooring, a whitish blue fire clinging to the edges of his golden aura.

"Get him now!" Commanded Sakana loudly.

Shinji nodded and dove at Gohan, tackling the younger Saiyajin and pinning him to the ground.

"Get off of me," screamed Gohan, his aura flaring outward, the whitish blue flame starting to overtake the gold. Screaming just as loud, Shinji forced his foe's aura back down with his own fire, effectively keeping Gohan in check.

Sakana rushed over and popped over the vial. "Open his mouth!"

Shinji freed one hand and quickly slammed it into Gohan's rib cage, the latter's mouth going wide as he hollered in pain.

Sakana wasted no time and poured the greenish solution down Gohan's throat, the demi-Saiyajin accidently swallowing the liquid. Gagging, Gohan clutched at his throat, forgetting his struggle for a second.

Shinji climbed up off of the boy, watching Gohan writhe in agony as he coughed and choked on the fluid.

"Is this really a good idea Sakana?" Asked Shinji, his eyes still on Gohan.

"Trust me," responded Sakana, "It'll work."

Gohan released his throat as the liquid made its way down his esophagus, splashing down into his stomach. He sat still for a second or two then felt an intense burning in his backside, stemming from his tailbone.

Immediately hopping up from the floor, Gohan turned to face Shinji, fists readied to strike. Shinji scowled, his aura flickering wildly.

Gohan's glare became odd as his face twitched slightly, the lower half of his body shaking faintly. Shinji stared at him, confused.

All of a sudden, Gohan gripped his backside with both hands and ran all about the ship, screaming, "AHH!! It burns, it burns!!"

Shinji fell to the ground in shock. Shaking it off he stood back up, a sweat drop clinging to the back of Shinji's head. "Is he supposed to do that?"

Sakana laughed. "Give it a minute, the growth hormones have to work their way through his system."

Gohan crashed into the transparent window in his mad dash about the spacecraft, yelling loudly as a furry, golden appendage burst through the back of his purple pants, just above his rear end. Sighing in relief, Gohan collapsed to the ground, the burning sensation eased.

"Hurry, make him look now!"

"Won't he destroy—"

"Just do it!"

Shinji nodded and dissipated, reappearing behind Gohan. Gripping both the half-breed's arms and pressing them to his back, Shinji lifted the younger Saiyajin up and forced him up against the window.

"Look at the Earth Gohan, look at it!"

Almost instinctively, Gohan looked up at the Earth and silently watched the blue and green orb twirl ever so slowly, cottony wisps roaming across the globe. His heart missed a beat, then pounded thunderously twice, his eyes going wide.

"Yes," cried Sakana, "Yes! Let the image sink in, Gohan!"

Gohan's heart pounded resoundingly twice more, his green pupils fading into the whiteness as his eyes stayed wide. Gohan's heart started to beat more rapidly, each beat louder and harder than the last.

Golden fur started to sprout from his flesh, the hairs starting as prickles all along his flesh before bursting outward as erect, brilliant yellow strands.

It was said that only purebloods can reach the fourth peak… Mused Sakana to himself. But the hybrid…no, the true Super Saiyajin, bypasses all rules.

The whites of Gohan's eyes darkened to a dark shade of jade green, his eyes becoming nothing more than pools of jade. Gohan's body slowly started to grow, his muscles swelling into massiveness, their size pushing Shinji back, breaking the partial Saiyajin's hold.

Now pounding like a jackhammer, Gohan's heart grew larger as well, allowing for a greater pumping of blood through his enlarging figure. His chest expanded, the purple shirt that clothed his torso ripped to shreds as his upper body grew bigger, his pants and shoes were also torn to pieces as his legs and tail followed suit.

Shinji fell onto his bottom as Gohan's form grew large enough for his head to touch the ceiling of the nearly infinite spaciousness of the room. The gigantic beast pounded his fur covered chest with his golden brown fists as he titled his head back and roared, the booming noise shaking the ship and the nearby moon.

Shinji eyed the beast warily. "Uhh… Sakana… He's going to kill us."

Sakana shook his head. "Not quite… You pick a lot up when your sister's son is a telekinetic master." He looked up at Gohan and pressed both fists to his head. "Image!"

Gohan roared as returned the look, his eyes meeting Sakana's gaze. He ceased pounding his chest for a moment as images of a battled flooded his mind…

--Images Of Earth--

Watching a vicious battle from a distance stood a blue skinned figure atop a rust colored beetle-like machine, intently studying the attacks used by the men on his side and the people his men fought.

The corpse of a man in a beige suit laid at the feet of a blue warrior, the blue man's flesh littered with purple bruises, green fluids leaking from a few of the marks. The suited man's face, defined by a scar on his cheek, bore far more wounds, although his most fatal wound happened to be a gaping hole between his chest and waist.

Across from this devastating murder scene fought a golden haired youth against a bald, blue man, the youth swinging his fists, the blue man wielding the arm of the three-eyed man to block each blow, smacking the youth after each defensive maneuver.

Far above them fought a medium sized, fair-skinned man with a long, flowing golden mane fighting equally with a brown, red haired man, the two matching each other blow for blow. Although they fought equally, the brown man seemed to be gaining an upper hand as the golden haired figure's breath grew more and more ragged with each block and ensuing punch, kick or ki blast.

Far from that battle lay a fallen blue man atop a bald, three-eyed, fair skinned man, both warriors covered from head to toe in bruises. The blue figure had a severe burn on his rightmost chest, the upper left half of his body gone, including his heart, completely eradicated in the wake of a blast. The bald man bore similar damage, his left arm gone and a hole blown in his chest where his heart should reside.

Not too far from them fought an aged short man against a blubbery blue man, the old human's grayed afro billowing in the wind as he swung at, struck and missed cyclically. The fat blue man, surprisingly nimble for his bloated size, dodged quite a few of the blows, but easily withstood the ones that landed. Growling, the fat figure lowered his hand and screamed a word in a foreign language and a hole exploded in the short man's chest, blood flying all about as his heart erupted at the blue man's command.

"Krillin!" Cried a blond woman, turning away from her opponent to look over to the murdered short man. The distraction gave her foe just enough of an edge as he screamed out the same command the fat one had yelled, but did so five times. The woman's chest blew open, a gaping hole sitting where her heart should be. Her thighs suddenly erupted one by one, followed by her left arm and stomach. The last explosion took place from the neck up, a vicious decapitation as her dismembered form fell to the ground.

Although seemingly defeated, the dying old man swung his arm with all his might, whispering 'Destructo Disk'. The fat man stared in confusion a razor thin, circular blade of yellow ki split right through his neck, flying onward into the distance and striking the man whom the woman had been fighting. The fat one blinked a few times the, fell backward, his head severed from his body, whilst the other fell to the ground, cut into halves. Just as his attacks did their killer work, the old man fell to the dirt, dead.

--End Imagery Of Earth--

The ape's arms fell to his sides, the ship shaking violently as he fell to his massive knees. Gohan trembled gently as his mind envisioned the deaths and futile fights of his friends against an impossible enemy… the fact that he was too far away to help angering him to no end.

Gohan's beastly face took on a disgusting snarl as he tilted his head back, snout pointing upward into the air, and screamed. He screamed for the loss of Yamcha, he screamed for the loss of Tien. He screamed for the loss of 18 and he screamed for the loss of Krillin. He screamed for the loss of Piccolo and for the loss of Goten.

But most of all, Gohan screamed for the loss of Pan, his heart unable to take this pain anymore. And his scream grew louder as he let all of his pain and anger out into it, his aura expanding and growing. But instead of gold, it lightened until whiteness defined it. However it did not stop there, as a blue fire seeped into the aura, the flaming energy mimicking a supernova as it turned whitish blue.

Gohan's voice finally reached a crescendo, Shinji and Sakana lost in the furious maelstrom of fire borne of Gohan's unchecked, raw emotion. Tilting his head back as far as it could go, Gohan's scream broke into a booming, deafening cry so powerfully loud that the transparent glass of the ship cracked and broke, the fierce vacuum of space threatening to suck them into the black, oxygenless abyss of death.

Fortunately, Gohan's enormous body clogged the window, acting as a cork. But in tune with the supremely powerful release of all of Gohan's latent rage in that one, resounding yell, his aura exploded, the supernova level eruption swallowing the ship and the nearby moon whole, leaving the expanse from Earth to Jupiter consumed by light…

What happened to Gohan?? Wait and see lol.. til next time, peace.

KG