Wow! 150 followers! You guys are amazing. Thank you so much for all your kind words and taking time out of your lives to read my story! I thought I would get the next couple of chapters out to you all as I have a very very busy few weeks coming up with placement and exams and deadlines in january. Unfortunatley it doesnt look like my original goal to complete the story by xmas/new year is going to be met. But hopefully it wont be far off the mark! I really hope you like the next couple of installments of Gohan's story. Than you again for reading! xx

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Piccolo Diamao

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"Gohan snap out of it!" his father cried, shaking him roughly by the shoulders.

Gohan was struggling, drowning amongst horrific memory after horrific memory that the evil wizard brought forth into the forefront of his mind. Images of the countless battles he had faced, then Cell, Lime injured and helpless, Gokuto's screaming as a baby all swarmed around in his head like invading locusts along with the seductive taunts of Babidi.

"Piccolo! Vegeta! Gohan!" He faintly heard the Supreme Kai cry through the fray, "You must resist! Babidi has clutched on to the darkest, evilest parts of your hearts, he's trying to control you for his own foul purpose!"

"What do you mean?!" His father roared, causing the Kai to step back a little, "Piccolo and Vegeta may have done evil things in the past, but they've changed! And as for Gohan, his heart is pure!"

"I'm afraid Babidi seems to know differently," Shin replied sadly, as the teenager let out another anguished cry, attempting to push the wizard out of his mind.

"Come on Gohan, you're stronger than this!" Goku yelled, ignoring the Kai and gripping onto Gohan more tightly. The young saiyan snarled, causing the older saiyan to panic even more.

"Come on son, fight it! Fight it!" he heard his father chant.

Piccolo and Vegeta were still crippled by the Majin Power, roaring in agony, sinking the floor in the same manner as Gohan as they tried desperately to fight the wizard off.

"Damn it!" The Supreme Kai spat, "Dabura must have heard the argument between you all and relayed it to Babidi! That's why he stopped the fight! With tension's flying like that, it made you all an easy target!"

The teenager gritted his teeth, Babidi grasping a hold of his mind as he fought relentlessly, struggling to find a happy memory within the darkness.

Dada!

His eyes widened, the memory of Gokuto saying his first words floated into his mind. He latched onto it desperately, as more images popped into his head.

Gokuto saying his first word, those emerald eyes glinting at him in delight. Lime, when she kissed him for the first time. He, his father and Piccolo before the androids, having a water fight instead of training. His father cutting off his long hair and turning it into a wicked super saiyan do. Dende, hugging him on The Lookout. Laughing with Krillin and Yamcha on the rooftop of Kame House. His mother, with pride in her eyes when he got his internship. Flying high above the clouds with Goten and Trunks, their laughter ringing in his ears. Then Videl, Videl as she gave him that hard, blazing look before kissing him fiercely and -

"YAAAAAHHHHHH!" Babidi screamed, as Gohan finally forced the wizard out. The happiness and love the teenager had in his heart overpowered the darkness, and Babidi was defenceless against it.

The halfling panted, his head still pounding as he held himself upright on all fours, the screams of the other's dissipating in an instant.

"Woah, that was intense," the halfling breathed, as his father collapsed to his knees beside him.

"Gohan," he croaked, his eyes searching him, "are you alright?"

"Y-yeah," he puffed heavily, allowing the man to help him to his feet, "Just feel like I've got a hangover."

"Well done everyone," said Shin, as Vegeta moved over the join them, rubbing his temple. Though Gohan noticed he had a rather haunted look in his eyes. He shuddered, he didn't want to imagine the memories that Babidi had forced him to relive.

"Thank goodness you were all able to fight off the wizard's magic," the Kai grinned, chuckling nervously, "Just imagine if one of you were on his side! With your combined strength alone, I'm certain it would be enough to wake Majin Buu. It's hard to believe!"

"Better start believing Kai."

"Piccolo?" Gohan frowned, spinning around on his heel as the other's eyes widened in horror.

"That's King Piccolo to you brat," the Namekian growled, a sadistic grin upon his lips.

The teenager snorted, "Oh I see what's going on here, nice try but stop joking around, we've got to go and find Gokuto…"

Piccolo's dark eyes narrowed at the halfling, a crackle of purple energy rippling over his chest and snapping at the air. But Gohan seemed not to have noticed.

"Gohan…" his father started in warning.

"Oh come off it, look at his face!" the teen laughed, pointing up at him as his mentor stood stoic, "He's going to crack up any minute now! Alright you got us, but let's face it, having a good sense of humour really isn't one of your forte's Mister Piccolo."

"WATCH OUT!" Vegeta bellowed.

BANG

Gohan yelped, as the back of Piccolo's hand collided with his cheek and he was sent hurtling into the chamber wall. His back hit the wall of the chamber, sending large cracks running over the stone. That hurt.

"Ow Piccolo!" the teenager yelled, clutching the side of his bruised face, blood escaping from the small cut in his lip, "What the bloody hell did you do that for?!"

But his mentor merely smirked, "I should have killed you all those years ago when I had the chance."

"W-what?" he blinked, hardly believing his ears.

"Gohan, I'm afraid the Piccolo you know and love is no longer with us," The Supreme Kai explained, helping the halfling to his feet, "I'm afraid Babidi has found the darkness desires within his heart and has in turn used it to control him."

Gohan's eyes widened, staring at his beloved mentor, who was grinning at them all madly. He had a cold, hard look in his eyes that the teenager remembered from his distant childhood. And indeed, did he find, with horror, that the calligraphed 'M' sat upon his forehead.

"Piccolo…no.." the teenager whispered.

"The idiot Kai is right," Majin Piccolo informed them, throwing his head back in manic laugher, "The purpose of my birth has been long lost over the years, shrouded by sentimental rubbish that would cause my father to turn in his grave. But Babidi has set me straight, back on the path of my destiny…"

"Destiny can change!" his father suddenly roared, "Piccolo, don't listen to Babidi! I know you're still in there! Babidi is only controlling you for his own desires! You're not evil!"

The Namekian smirked wickedly, causing Gohan's tail hair to stand on end, "Ah, just what I'd expect of you Goku. You believe that goodness lies in everyone, and I was foolish to agree for so long."

"Idiot!" Vegeta spat, "You're just going to let him control you like this?! Tch, I thought you were stronger than that!

"Stronger?" Piccolo quirked, "Oh but I am stronger, Babidi has made me realise my full potential."

"Oh I see," the prince scoffed, "the super Namekian needs a little spell to make himself stronger, how pathetic."

He growled, his gaze hardening at Vegeta, "What's pathetic is how I have let myself become so consumed by this world. When Goku was killed by Raditz, I could have taken over the world instead of babysitting his brat! I could have done it, it was my original plan, train Gohan so that he could kill his own father by the time he got back to Earth. With him, my plans would have been foolproof, no one could have matched our power! We would have taken over the Earth that I was destined to rule!"

"I-is that true?" asked Gohan, aghast at the sudden revelation.

"Your efforts would have been in vain," snorted Vegeta, "I would have managed to kill the both of you if Kakarot hadn't had turned up."

"Of course," Piccolo spat, his chest rising and falling more quickly, his anger beginning to swell, "You saiyan's have been a pain in my side since the beginning. Always one step ahead, no matter how hard I train, no matter how strong I get! You always seem to have one last trick up your sleeve, one last transformation."

"And how do you think it made me feel?" he continued, pointing directly at Gohan with a shaky finger, "When he surpassed us all when he was just a child! He's always been gifted, yes. But has no idea of the kind of potential he has! It's not fair when the rest of us sit here struggling and he disregards his power like that! Come on Vegeta, I know you feel the same way…"

"Perhaps," the prince glowered, "Though I fail to see what giving into a wizard's spell would do to help the brat's lazy ass attitude."

"Oi!"

"I see," Piccolo said with loathing, "You too have become just as soft as Goku. But as soft as you are you're still more powerful than I…"

"But Piccolo, you've always been able to keep up -" started Goku, but was abruptly silenced by the Namekian's anguished cry.

"Keep up?!" Piccolo bellowed, "There is only one way to keep up with you saiyan's! I realised it months ago within my meditations, but I have fought it for so long! And now, Babidi has shown me a new path, the right path!"

"What are you saying?!" Goku bellowed, as a sharp gust of wind picked up around them and Majin Piccolo's white aura bust to life, sharp bolts of purple energy crackling around him.

"This started with you Goku! And it's going to end with you!" the Namekian roared over the flames of his aura, "Piccolo Diamao is back, more powerful than ever before! And he will have his revenge!"

"Oh my! Sparks flying already!" Babidi's voice squealed excitedly around them, "Ooh this is going to be good! Though you need a more interesting place to fight! Oh I know of the perfect place!"

Whereas a myriad of technicolour had greeted them before, a blinding flash of white light encapsulated the group instead. He heard the distance shouts of his father and Vegeta before they suddenly came to a halt, and the teenager's eyes widened as he realised where the wizard had sent them.

The familiar roar of the World Martial Arts stadium greeted his ears, as gust of wind blew between the four. Piccolo was standing before them with a sadistic grin as his father and Vegeta stared him down. Gohan was nervous, sharing a glance with the Kai as he looked around him. Why had Babidi brought them back here?

The crowd gasped in awe at the group that had just materialised in the centre of the ring. Gohan could just make out Alonso's voice from amongst the startled cries, asking them if they would please remove themselves from the ring.

"GOHAN!" came a shout from above.

It was Goten and Trunks, encircling the platform before coming to float down next to the young saiyan.

"Gohan what's going on?" his brother asked him, cocking his head to the side, "Did you get 'Kuto back from the baddies?"

"Yeah and where's everyone else? Didn't they go with you or something?" Trunks pondered, before his eyes widened in horror, "Oh no don't tell me they've gone to McDonald's without us!"

Goten let out a whine of frustration, "That's not fair! They promised we'd go after the tournament! Marron wanted a chocolate milkshake!"

"Get out of here you two!" Gohan cut across the duo, who gave him an odd look, "It's too dangerous."

"Dangerous?" quirked Goten, "Why is it danger-"

The teenager let out a startled cry, as a crackling hot ball of energy hurtled towards his brother. Goten's obsidian eyes widened in shock, as he managed to to avoid it by the skin of his teeth.

"Piccolo!" the little boy shouted, glaring down at the platform as the blast exploded off into the distance, "That wasn't very nice!"

"Yeah you could have hit him!" growled Trunks.

"That was the idea," Piccolo smirked, another glowing orb growing rapidly in his palm.

"Don't do it Piccolo!" Goku snapped, grabbing the tall Namekian by the wrist and stopping him in his tracks.

Piccolo blinked, allowing the blast to subside before grinning widely at the saiyan, "I see, so you want your turn already…"

"No I'm not going to fight you!" he protested, letting his wrist go, "This isn't the time!"

"I don't think you have a choice."

"NO!" Goku cried, as the Majin aimed his palm towards the stands, releasing a large beam of energy that hurtled towards the crowd.

Instinctively, Gohan's feet kicked off the tiles as he raced towards the blast in order to intercept it - but he was too late.

The blood curdling screams of the spectators intermingled with his own as the beam connected, sending charred and charcoaled bodies soaring high into the air. The structure fell apart, metal scaffolding twisting and turning, melting from the heat of the energy. An explosion rocked the arena as the blast powered through the stands and into the city, leaving a long trail of smoke in its wake.

"Have you officially lost your mind?!" Gohan roared, earning himself an odd look.

Oh riiiiiight, he had.

The young saiyan clenched his eyelids tight as Piccolo's raucous laughter echoed over the tournament grounds. People were screaming in the distance, creating utter pandemonium as they raced towards the exits, crushing and crashing into each other as they went. Luckily, he found his mother and Bulma's Ki, along with his grandfather's and the rest of the gang situated on the other side of the arena. As he breathed a small sigh of relief, he heard his father shout -

"Piccolo how could you?!"

His father was livid, obsidian eyes wide and feral as he snapped his gaze away from the destruction. Gohan had only seen his father truly angry a hand full of times, and had forgotten how utterly terrifying it could be. He would go as far to say that Goku was scarier than Chi-Chi when he was mad.

"Goten, Trunks! Go and find your mothers and get everyone out of here!" Goku roared.

"But Dad-" Goten started.

"Now," Goku stated firmly, his eyes fixated on Piccolo.

Goten looked towards Gohan, who gave his little brother a firm nod before they blasted off into the stands.

Piccolo smirked, "So, are you going to fight me Goku? It has been a long time. And with this power I can finally beat you once and for all and prove my worth."

His father frowned, "You've got my attention, I'll give you that much."

"You can't be serious?!" The Supreme Kai gasped, his head frantically looking in between the old rivals.

"I won't let you kill anymore innocent people!" Goku growled, bursting into his super saiyan form. The wind picked up around their feet, the skies suddenly beginning to darken from the surge of power.

"Kakarot…" Vegeta spoke lowly, his eyes flickering between the two.

"Stop this at once!" The Kai yelled, standing in between them with his arms outstretched, "I cannot allow you to do this! Don't you see Goku? This is exactly what Babidi wants! If you fight now, every injury that Piccolo causes - that energy will be sent back to the ship!"

"Well I suppose I'd better not let myself get injured hadn't I?"

"Are you seriously doing this now?" Gohan roared, "We haven't got time for this! Gokuto needs our help!"

"Stay out of it Gohan," said Vegeta, "Your father and Piccolo obviously have some unfinished business to attend to. You would be wise not to get in their way."

"What is wrong with you mortals?!" The Supreme Kai said, letting out a cry of frustration, "Don't you understand that the universe is more important than your meaningless squabble?!"

"Meaningless?" Piccolo growled, the tiles beneath them shaking as his Ki began to spike, "What do you know of meaningless?! You have no idea… spending most of your life being brainwashed by a voice in your head only to be defeated by the very man you were born to destroy! Then, watching his son surpass in every way along with the rest of these prideful saiyan's! Helpless as your power is pushed aside, the poor Namekian, only good for babysitting brats! Then tell me, what else matters?! What else matters other than proving my strength?!"

"Piccolo you don't have to prove-" Goku started.

"Quiet!" The Namekian roared, his aura exploding around him, sending shockwaves across the stadium, "You are the worst of them all! Pitying me, saving my life over and over again as though I'm a helpless child! I won't stand for it any longer, you have taken away my honour Son Goku, and the debt must be repaid!"

To the teenager's surprise, his father's features hardened as he cast his gaze up towards the sky, "Babidi! Take us to a place far away from any people! If you do that, then I will fight Piccolo."

"Goku no!" the Kai roared.

"Shut it Kai!" spat Vegeta, "It is a matter of pride. Let the idiots have their battle, Gohan and I will return to the ship to destroy Babidi and Dabura."

The purple skinned deity stared at them, as the look on Goku's face did not waver.

Slowly, the Kai sighed, "So be it."

"Paparapapa!"

In another blinding flash of light, Gohan, Vegeta and Shin appeared back in the room of stage three, and Goku and Piccolo were nowhere to be seen.

The young saiyan sighed, and stretching out his senses he found his father and his corrupted mentor on the other side of the Northern mountains, preparing themselves for battle. Gohan didn't understand why Piccolo had given in to such dark desires, he didn't even know he had any in the first place. Was what he said true? Did his beloved mentor really feel that way about him?"

"There's no use dwelling on it brat," came Vegeta's voice from beside him, staring at him intently, "We've got a job to do."

"Vegeta's right," said The Supreme Kai, "We will just have to continue in our efforts."

"You had better let me blow up the entrance to Babidi Kai," the prince seethed, "I'm fed up of wasting my time fighting weaklings."

Supreme Kai sweated, "Yes, I think I may have to agree with you Vegeta, we must reach Babidi quickly before any energy is fed to Majin Buu from Goku and Piccolo's battle. I believe we must weigh up our options, though I must say that it would be better to risk awakening Buu in his current state from the shock of breaking through the ship, rather than him achieving his full power from the energy lost by Goku."

"Excellent," Vegeta smirked, and with that he aimed a large ball of energy at the floor, blasting it apart in a shower of debris and light.

"A little warning?" Gohan coughed as the dust subsided.

"Tch, stop whining," he spat, before jumping through the hole in the floor.

The teenager rolled his eyes before following him, The Supreme Kai not far behind them.

Babidi squeaked, as they landed before him, cowering behind Dabura who all but licked his lips in anticipation.

The room was dark and dingy, and rather stuffy for a supposed evil lair. The wizard and his accomplice stared at them, standing in front of large flesh coloured ball that Gohan guessed was Buu's prison. It looked rather slimy, a slight sheen glistening over its skin from the dim lighting. Large veins pulsated over its structure as it sat atop of a metal platform to prevent it from rolling away.

The teen saiyan had never felt anything like it, a cold, empty presence emanated from the sphere, causing his tail hair to stand on end. A dial stood in front of the prison, much like the one that Spopovich had pointed at Gokuto, the hand of which was quivering just over halfway.

A harsh tremor shook the ceiling above them. It seemed that his father and Piccolo's fight was in full swing, as the hand on the dial shuddered a little, creeping up a little forwards to full.

Gohan gritted his teeth, he still couldn't see Gokuto anywhere, let alone sense him.

"Look at what you've done to my ship you worms!" Babidi growled, hiding behind Dabura's leg.

"That's nothing compared with what we're about to do to you," Vegeta smirked, clenching his fists and glowering at the wizard.

"Cocky," Dabura grinned wickedly, before turning his focus to Gohan, "Hello again brat, come back for more so soon? I look forward to killing you."

"That won't be necessary just yet Dabura," came a cool female voice from the shadows.

Suddenly, the Demon King's eyes widened, violet blood pouring from his mouth as he gasped in shock, a red beam of light ripping through his heart.

Gohan stepped back in bewilderment as Dabura fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Dead.

"You wench!" Babidi cried, whirling around him in horror, "What did you do?! I'll have you for this! I'll-"

But the wizard was abruptly cut off, as another beam of energy tore through his chest. Babidi let out a startled cry, falling to the ground beside Dabura, blood seeping through his robes.

"N-no," the wizard gasped, clutching at his chest, "Ize, w-why?"

"Because I have no use for you now," came the retort as the mysterious being stepped out of the shadows.

The teenager gasped, as slender white and fuchsia body armour glinted at them from beneath the dull light.

Plump purple lips, twisted into a sadistic smirk as the female stepped over the dying wizard, her long white tail slithering over his body as she went. Long turquoise robes swished at claw like feet as she approached them, long black nails digging into her palms as she clenched her fists in anticipation. Horns sat like a crown atop her head, beetle black eyes twinkling at them in curiosity.

Gohan couldn't believe what he was seeing… she looked like - she looked like -

"Ah, Prince Vegeta," she smirked, "It has been too long."

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Planet Frost, Age 450

Demon is such a word that is given to a particularly zealous being, capable of inflicting great pain and evil influence. Corruption, deception and a passion for cruelty are traits that the Icen race or 'Frost Demons' as they became known to outsiders, taught their offspring from the moment they took their first steps.

From these teachings from their ancestors, the Frost Demons thrived. Capable of living for hundreds of years, their highly advanced race cared not for the harsh arctic conditions of the planet they had come to name Frost, for the weakest of their kind were left to fall victim to the inevitable natural selection.

As their strength grew, so did their thirst for power and control. For centuries, surrounding planets of the Southern Quadrant grew fearful of the Frost Demons, until eventually planet after planet pledged allegiance to them or fell victim to their tyranny.

Of course, the superior beings of planet Frost relished in their glory, countless battles won and blood shed on their part. There would be stories told throughout generations of their ancestors victories over other weaker species. Yet there was one tale that plagued their nightmares, a tale so frightening that none knew where the legend had come from, although it was splashed across the history books as fact.

Some brushed it off as an old folk story, even though something stirred deep within at the thought of the Super Saiyan. It was well known that the saiyan's were a primitive race that resided in the Eastern Quadrant of the universe, their uncanny hunger for battle and conflict was well known across the galaxies. Yet if the saiyan's were able to harness the legend, the Frost Demon's reign would extinguish long before it reached its peak.

Blizzard was a demon of calm resilience and a brilliant mind. At his time of ruling over the planet, he became obsessed with the legend, some questioning whether the King was on the verge of madness. For years, he spent tucked away within the archives of his castle forged of ice and crystal, until he had an epiphany. Blizzard sought control of the Saiyan race, along with any other race who dared rival the Frost Demon's might.

Thus an empire was built from greed and fear, yet unfortunately the old King did not live to see his work prosper as he was driven mad by his own obsession. The responsibility of this early empire was passed down to his only son, Zero. A proud yet intelligent King, who sought to continue his father's legacy through his own sons.

"And that my children, is how your grandfather started our great empire," A voice echoed through the vast halls of the throne room.

The ice carved roof was held up by crystal clear beams that shot up from the sparkling floor. A large throne made of pure diamond stone sat proudly overlooking the entire room, glistening as the planets distant sun beat down upon the castle.

Three figures strolled down the blood red carpet laid out in the centre of the long hall, two pairs of beady crimson eyes staring in wonder at their larger counterpart.

"Did he ever find the saiyan warriors father?" The smallest spoke in an upbeat tone, almost running to keep up with his fellow demons.

Zero chuckled darkly, placing a scaly palm on the boy's head, "I wish I could say so my son, yet our technologies are not as advanced as we would like. But one day we will stretch our empire to the eastern quadrant-"

"And then the whole universe!" The tallest boy offered, jumping up and down, his long white tail thrashing wildly.

Zero frowned, causing the eldest child to falter under his father's stare, "Now Cold, we must not get too far ahead of ourselves. The universe stretches far and wide, ignorance to the outside world may become your downfall my son."

Cold scoffed, folding his arms across his purple and white body armour, "We are the strongest race in the universe father, nothing can compare to our power!"

"Only in our quadrant," his brother tested, his eyes narrowed at Cold, although the youngster stumbled over his words; "There might be races stronger than us, like… like.. the saiyan's! And who knows what else brother!"

Cold laughed, poking the younger boy in his blue and white chest plate, "Then I'll destroy them! No one will dare to challenge me when I'm King!"

The boy growled, pulling away from his older brother, "Well we might need the strongest people for wars and battles and stuff! There's no point in destroying everyone!"

"You're just scared Frore," Cold teased with a wicked smirk, "But don't worry little brother, I'll look out for you."

Frore responded by sticking out his tongue. This seemed the last straw for their father, who was casually watching the scene with indifferent amusement.

"That's enough my sons," Zero said coolly, as he approached his throne.

The two brothers stopped their bickering and immediately turned to their father. His royal blue cape ruffled in the slight breeze as he turned his horned head to meet his children.

"The Empire will be yours to mould and expand one day, but for now I believe you both have some training to do."

The boys bowed their heads in silence, although they stole the occasional glance at each other as they stood in front of the tall demon.

'You are dismissed," Zero sighed haughtily, settling in his icy throne as one of his servants offered him his favourite glass of wine.

The tyrant watched as the two children ran out of the hall, attempting to trip each other on the way out.

Zero placed his wine glass to his lips hesitantly, the tall crystal doors shutting with a sharp clink, "Those boys will either take this empire to greatness, or destroy it."

And so it came to pass that when the King died, a rivalry was forged between the two brothers that was so great, it split the empire in half. Whilst the newly crowned King Cold inherited the family business, Frore decided that he would construct a trade of his own accord, taking almost half of the Frost Army with him.

King Cold grew tired of his younger brother's musings, and instead focussed on purging and acquiring planets, resulting in a larger empire and the founding of the Planet Trade Organisation.

Frore, however, had inherited his father's strategic intellect, gathering his army to purge planets not for its value or properties. No, Frore decided that the key to a successful empire was to gain the best warriors the planets had to offer. Thus, Frore founded the Warrior Trade Organisation, enlisting only the best into his own army. A small but efficient part of the Frost empire, the strength of his army of hundreds rivalled his brothers of thousands.

It was not long before it came the time to pass on their knowledge and power to future generations, and so it would be that Cold bore two sons; Cooler and Frieza, and Frore a daughter who he named Ize. Though incredibly powerful beings since birth, the young girl rivalled her cousins greatly, something that Cold did not take lightly to.

"It's preposterous!" Cold glowered a couple of centuries later, "How can that girl of yours hold that much power?"

"Perhaps because she trains with the strongest fighter's in the universe on a daily basis," Frore replied from opposite his brother.

Cold swirled his glass of wine around in his palm in annoyance, taking a large gulp before glaring at his sibling, "Are you suggesting my son's aren't a challenge for your daughter?"

"I'm just saying that if you acknowledged the W.T.O and allowed Frieza and Cooler to participate in conquering planets instead of giving out orders to those saiyan's, then they may be just as strong as Ize," he said calmly, though there was a smugness to his tone.

"I will NOT!" Cold spat, throwing down his glass so that it shattered onto the floor. Servants squeaked around him, rushing to clear the mess before they were stopped by the King.

"Leave it! Leave it you incompetent fools!" he roared, causing them to scarper in terror, "GET OUT! LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE! I need to have a little chat with my dear brother."

No one knew what had really happened to Frore that day, though the servants that had been present could only guess. King Cold was world's stronger than his brother, and certainly wouldn't have his niece become more powerful than him and his sons. It was his empire after all.

Ize was off conquering a distant planet in the hopes of gathering its warriors when she had heard of her father's death due to a sudden illness. With Lord Frore gone, the warrior trade disbanded, and Ize was taken in by her uncle as a ward. Though she rarely saw her King, and was subjected to roaming around the castle with her confident and guardian, the Ghonaterra named Checha.

So it was a rarity to see her uncle at the Frost Kingdom when he had landed after overseeing the selling of Planet Kanassa with her cousin Frieza. He had, as usual, brushed past the young woman, heading straight for his chambers, stating that he had a meeting with a wizard named Babidi.

Babidi, short in stature put powerful in nature, left King Cold's chamber utterly disappointed. Apparently, he had heard of the so called warrior trade, and wished for Cold to revive his dead brother's old empire in order to gather enough energy to unleash an ancient evil monster that Ize had only read about in books in the castle's enormous library. Though the King was too stubborn to realise Babidi's plan to his advantage, and banished him from the planet.

As Babidi made to take his leave, Ize, encouraged by Checha, struck up a deal with the wizard. She would help him to achieve his goal, and gather warrior's from all over the universe to rejoin the W.T.O in her father's honour. That is, if the wizard would take her with him, away from her uncle's tyranny so that she could come back stronger with her warriors and murder them all.

And so Ize searched the stars along with Babidi and Checha, for warriors and their pure energy, in the hopes that they would find Majin Buu in the process. It wasn't until one day in the Age of 767 did Ize sense a great, unyielding power emit across the cosmos did they set their sights on the far corner of the Northern Galaxy.

Yes, Ize would finally be able to use the energy to release Majin Buu, and then, the universe would finally tremble at her feet, just like her father had intended.

So as you can see I decided to not go with Majin Gohan, and it was never my intention to do so, so I really apologise for the people who were looking forward to seeing Majin Gohan! But as one of you lovely reviewers pointed out, it was unlikely that Gohan would give into Babidi as is the one holding Gokuto captive. I decided on Majin Piccolo instead of Vegeta as Vegeta is a lot different in my story than in the orginal DBZ universe - Bulla has been born earlier, he and Gohan have formed a bond etc. Piccolo on the other hand has been a little distant when Gohan dropped out of his training earlier on in the story, so I hope it makes sense to you all. I just wanted to give other characters some development and also highlight that not all the father figures in Gohan's life are perfect. Hope this offers some more explaination if it didnt already! xxx