Sorry this is so late. Spent the last couple days packing my crap up to head back home and completely forgot about updating. Plus that writer's block is really annoying me. Haven't felt like writing for the past couple weeks. It's a good thing I had a couple of these chapters already written. Don't want to stall this story out.

A large crater sat where a decaying city once stood. A small breeze blew by, kicking up dirt and dust. A sense of solitude encompassed the whole scene.

It had only been mere minutes since the explosion caused by the man formerly known as Jericho Sedici. In a vain attempt to stall the Legendary Super Saiyan Broly, he had activated his self-destruct sequence and blew the whole area to kingdom come. The dead crater was the result of that blast.

Subtly, a low groan began, sounding similar to the cry of the rising undead. Seconds drug on as the groan grew louder and louder until it became an all out cry.

Suddenly, green flames erupted from the ground, roaring high into the air. Smoke and dust scattered all over as a heavy set foot stepped out of the massive fire; the ground crumpling around the boot covered foot.

Then as sudden as they came, the flames died off, leaving a pillar of rising smoke. Standing in front of this phenomenon, a thoroughly pissed Broly seethed in his madness.

Out of all the battles the saiyan had waged in his current form, this one had damaged him not only physically, but mentally; particularly his ego. The wound on his shoulder, the one caused by Gohan's Special Beam Cannon, had become a bright red burn mark. That was nothing new to the saiyan. What was new was the large burn on his chest, the one caused by the walking time bomb of an android. That was what drove the juggernaut deeper into his insanity.

Though his left pant leg was torn, revealing his shin, that went unnoticed by Broly. All he cared about was his anger and his growing appetite for revenge.

The android was a moot point at the moment, seeing as it wasn't in existence anymore. Hmph, the bucket of bolts had probably thought he could take out the living saiyan of legends with that attack. However, that other golden saiyan, the Son of Kakarot; he was alive and well, the perfect target for his vengeance. They would have their rematch quite soon, and this time, Broly would not give his opponent the mercy he had shown him in their last battle.

"I'll get you, Son of Kakarot," Broly growled. "I'll find you and kill you, along with anyone you're with. They will feel my wrath, just as you will. You're mine Son of Kakarot…Son of…Son of…"

Then with a great bellow, Broly shouted "KAKAROT!!"

The problem with sleeping gas was that it always had a nasty after-effect. Videl was discovering this first hand as she emerged from her unnatural sleep, a slight headache greeting her.

"Ow, my head," the Satan girl complained as she massaged her temples in an attempt to sooth the pain. Through squinted eyes, Videl looked at everyone else in the control room; at least she thought it was the control room since that was the last place she remembered being.

All around, her compatriots were also awakening from their slumbers; each one trying to overcome the sleeping gas effects in their own way. About the only one not was Gohan who was—

That caused Videl's eyes to snap wide open. Shaking her head roughly, she looked back at Sixteen's usual seat and found a slumped Gohan sitting there, silently sleeping.

In that moment, the Satan girl was out of her chair and by the saiyan's side, patting her hands all over his body to make sure he was real. When she had confirmed that her eyes weren't deceiving her at all, Videl let out a sigh of relief. Though his broken armor was a cause for concern, at least the eldest saiyan was accounted for. Gohan was back with them and they were back in space to continue their quest.

Wait a minute, back in space?

Turning her attention to the main window, Videl was met with the monotonous void of space. There was just one problem with that scene.

They were suppose to be on Earth.

Turning her head around, the daughter of Satan saw that the rest of the room's occupants had just made the same conclusion as she had. Something was wrong, dead wrong about this whole situation.

It looked like Gohan's sleep was just gonna have to be put on hold.

"Gohan, wake up!" Videl shouted by his head, causing the saiyan to jolt upright in his seat; a wild look in his eyes. Jerking his head around, he soon calmed down upon seeing the others behind the dark headed girl.

"Why'd you wake me up?" the saiyan finally said.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Videl said. "We all just woke up after being gassed to find you piloting the ship in space. What else would we want to know?"

"Who gassed us?" Goten brought up.

"Were we attacked by someone?" Trunks added.

"Is there any food ready?"

"Can it not be that moldy cheese like last time?"

That caused the other room occupants, besides the two younger saiyans, to sweatdrop. Where were they going with those questions?

"O…kay…" Gohan started. "Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Heading off any other weird questions Goten or Trunks could ask, Videl said "The first one; who gassed us?"

The Son boy sighed. "Sixteen did."

"What?" Tien spoke up. "Sixteen? Why would he? Where is he anyways?"

Gohan stared at the bald human. "I think I can clear up most of those questions by telling you what happened on Earth."

"I think that would be a good idea," the Satan girl said, promptly sitting in the saiyan's lap. This caused the girl to receive a questioning look from Gohan, so she said "I want to make sure I don't miss anything."

Slowly accepting Videl's reason, Gohan said "Well as you know, I was sent down to Earth from the Moon."

"Yep," Goten confirmed. "We were there."

"Well, after I landed, I had to take on Broly. He had been killing off the rest of the humans on Earth and wanted to take me on," Gohan told. "We fought each other and Broly got the upper hand on me. That was when Sixteen arrived. He told me that I had to leave the planet and to leave him behind."

"You left Sixteen behind?!" Tien shouted. "You left him to face that monster?! How could you?!"

"I didn't have a choice!" Gohan shouted back. "He refused to leave the battlefield and took Broly head on. He even mentioned that someone would die." That caused a solemn look to crease his face. "He didn't want me to die so he took my place."

Tien glared at the saiyan. "And you left him to die. How could you? After everything he's done for us, you abandon him."

That was when Goten said "And what did you do for him, Tien?"

The bodyguard turned his glare to the younger Son. "I couldn't do anything; I was knocked out."

"Cause Sixteen didn't want you to interfere with his choice. He had everything planned to prevent anyone from stopping him."

Realization appeared on the bald man's face. "I…I didn't think about that."

"I didn't think you had," Goten said. "The next time you want to accuse my brother on something outside of his control, perhaps you need to consider everything surrounding the circumstances."

"That's enough Goten," Trunks said. "The last thing we need to do is rip into each other."

All the while, a certain corner of the ship remained silent. Hanging his head slightly, Gohan just stared at the ground as Videl held him in her arms; her head close to his ear as she whispered to him. Considering that the Satan girl was usually the most outspoken on the ship, it was a surprise to find that she was being one of the more silent ones. It became obvious why if one were to look and see her doing her best to console the warrior she sat on.

"Guys, I'm taking Gohan to bed," she said after a few moments passed. "He's tired and needs his rest."

Getting off the saiyan's lap, she helped him leave the pilot's seat and guided him out of the room, leaving the others in a somber silence.

Once he was sure that his brother was gone, Goten turned his attention back to the bald human. "Would you like to know why Gohan leaves you behind? Why he takes me and Trunks on all of the missions?"

"Goten, stop it," Trunks warned.

"No Trunks, I've had enough of these humans whining when they aren't included in a fight," the Son boy said. "Just hearing Tien's 'you'll find yourself alone one day' speech was making me boil."

"But it came true," Tien interjected. "Gohan did end up alone and Sixteen had to sacrifice himself to save him."

"And how do you expect him to act?!" Goten shouted. "You like to forget that your race was the one to conquer us. While you lived in the lap of luxury, we had to live like vagabonds, barely even surviving. We didn't even get to socialize with our own race because there was a traitor running amongst us! You know that better than anyone since you were the one Turles reported to."

Tien was stunned silent by the accusation, especially since it was true.

"Do you even know what it took for Gohan to let Piccolo fight with us? He had to save my brother from having a permanent hole in his face, courtesy of a blitz rifle. It also helped that Piccolo was also a Namekian, one that your race did a genocide on."

"You've made your point, Goten," Trunks spoke up. "We're all high strung right now—"

"I'm not done," the Son boy said surprisingly cool. "Gohan always uses a tactic he knows will work. Usually his plans hinge on who is with him. Since he knows how we'll act in any given situation, he'll choose us to fight with him."

"Now hold on," Tien said. "We've fought with you since the three of you tore down Earth's government. I even helped you do it. Then there was the Namek incident too."

"And where was Gohan to witness this?" Goten shot back. "He was in a coma for most of it, so how was he to know he could trust your fighting ability? My brother goes with what works, and everything goes well when it's him, Trunks, and me. Not much worry is needed when we're involved; and having to worry about anyone else just disrupts our fight. That's why my brother leaves you humans behind; that's why he only involves us three saiyans; and that's why we're all living right now. I'm sorry that Sixteen is dead, I truly am; but not every fight is going to have a storybook ending."

And with that, Goten turned to Trunks and said "There, I've made my point." Standing up, the saiyan then left the room, followed shortly by Erasa, who had watched the whole thing with wide eyes.

"You know, despite how high strung we all are," Trunks finally said, "I agree with him."

All Tien could do was hang his head, a look of shame on his face.

To Sigfried Wild: Thanks. To date, this is my most favorite fight. Writing it was a blast.