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There is Light

There was nothing but silence.

The echoing blows of energy and bodies stopped so suddenly that Bulma felt herself cringe. The ground was shaking only moments ago, and it seemed that a dark cloud now tainted the sky, like ink in a puddle of green water. The area around her became fragmented. Spider web like cracks were starting to line the dusty part of the land.

That couldn't be good.

"What happened to them? Where's Vegeta?" Bulma looked between Yamcha and Krillin, but neither answered her question. They were looking instead at another person flying towards them, and Bulma immediately threw herself at the Saiyan. "Goku!"

The tall, dark haired man ignored her completely and simply pulled her over his shoulder. "Let's go."

Bulma hit him on the back, "Goku! What are you doing?" She was pissed, confused. No one handled her like this! Well, no one besides Vegeta, but Goku certainly wasn't allowed to. "What's wrong with you?"

The Saiyan ignored her once again. "Krillin, Yamcha, head back to the ship. Gohan and Piccolo should be there." Goku finally acknowledge her. "Bulma, do you still have the dragon balls?"

Her blue eyes widened. She had forgotten she was the one that took the dragon balls, tucking them away in a capsule that was now in her pocket. They still had one wish left to make to the eternal dragon. "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Give them to Krillin."

She huffed. "Can't exactly do that in our current position, Son."

"Oh, right." Goku carefully let Bulma back onto the ground, sighing out in frustration. There was obviously something bothering the Saiyan, perhaps something more than the threat of Frieza.

Bulma took the capsule from her pocket and tossed it over to Krillin. "Make sure no one gets that."

"I'll hand it over to the evil alien the first chance I get," Krillin sneered. "Come on, Bulma. But what are you planning on doing with them, Goku?"

"I need you to wish everyone except me and Vegeta back to Earth." Goku's voice was stern, unyielding. He was adamant about this decision, but it didn't stop Bulma from vehemently protesting.

"No, absolutely not. Do you realize all the things that are wrong with that wish? It's almost as stupid as Vegeta's immortality obsession!" Bulma threw her hands up. She could not believe what she was hearing. "First of all, wishing everyone besides you and Vegeta back to Earth means that you're misplacing all of the living Namekians! Not to mention Frieza himself!"

"Oh yeah!" Goku dropped his serious demeanor for a brief second, but quickly regained his stoic face. "Wish everyone back to Earth except for me, Vegeta, and Frieza."

Krillin hesitated. "I don't understand, Goku. We're here to help you. Let us help..."

"No. You guys have to get out of here now." Goku pointed to the swirling clouds in the sky. It looked as if the dragon was about to be summoned again, which was impossible, since all seven dragon balls were in Krillin's hand. "Frieza sent a ki blast straight for this planet's core. He said we only have an hour before this whole planet explodes."

What?

Bulma's heart pounded, hurting her chest. She did not hear him correctly, did she? This planet was about to explode and there was a chance that her best friend and Vegeta were going to be trapped in the crossfire? No way. Not happening. Bulma bit her lower lip, infuriated with the hand life dealt her. "Are you serious? You intend to stay on this planet as it's about to explode? With Vegeta? Absolutely not, Son Goku! I won't have you both die on this planet." She felt something wet stinging her eyes, but she ignored it, too angry with the Saiyan in front of her. "You can't do that!"

"There's no other choice, Bulma. Please, trust me."

"No! I won't have you risk his life like this! He's been through enough, Goku. I want him safe!" She stomped her foot childishly on the floor extremely upset. An hour. They only had a hour to kill Frieza and get out. "You know my ship takes 30 minutes to start up safely."

Goku nodded and touched her shoulder calmly, "I know, Bulma."

"And that you're facing Frieza, killing Frieza. That won't be some five minute thing!"

"Then stop arguing and come with me."

Her mouth fell a bit at that, "Excuse me?"

"Why don't we all go back to Earth and let Frieza blow up with the planet?" Krillin asked.

Goku shook his head. "Won't work. Frieza can apparently survive in space, and as soon as he figures out all of us left and that the dragon balls are gone too, he'll be after us. He knows we're from Earth." The young man sighed, and Bulma saw the hint of worry in his dark eyes. He was thinking about his family, of Chichi and their little home in the mountains. Goku was probably thinking of Gohan, who had seen more death and pain than any fifty year old should see, never mind a five-year-old boy. They couldn't lead the monster back to Earth, not without trying to kill him here first.

"Who'll grant the wish, Goku?" Bulma was losing ground. She hated this, absolutely abhorred everything about this plan. But what else could they do? As much as she wanted to believe she could help, she didn't have any power. She didn't have a lab or some invention that could kill Frieza. Bulma was useless to them, and she hated that feeling.

"Piccolo can."

She huffed, more upset with the situation than her long time friend. "Piccolo is from Earth. I doubt he knows how to speak Namekian when he only just got here."

"He's tied to Kami, Bulma." Goku placed his other hand on her, rubbing her arms in concern. "Hey, you need to trust me on this. I'll take care of everything. After all that we've been through, don't you have faith in me?"

Bulma smiled despite herself. It was incredibly hard to believe that this was the same Goku who called her a witch, the same little boy in the woods that she had once hit with her car. When she lowered her head, sheets of blue hair swallowed her face. This was a complete disaster, and a part of her felt it was her fault. It was her wish that probably reminded Raditz of Earth, that led to this dangerous unfolding of twisted events. Things weren't supposed to be like this, were they? Yes, she wanted adventure, but self-destructing planets that threatened to kill two of the most important men in her life was just unimaginable. Terrifying.

All of her rational thought screamed that it was impossible for everyone to live through this, but Bulma found herself nodding. "I do, Goku."

"Then please come with me." Goku grabbed her around the waist at her next nod and then waved off to Yamcha and Krillin. "Get started guys. Don't let Gohan come back and fight. I know he'll want to."

"I don't know what you're doing, Goku...but I hope it works." Krillin gripped the capsule tightly in his hands.

The Saiyan smiled and flew off, Bulma in tow, barely whispering, "So do I."

"I don't understand."

"What's so confusing?"

"I guess I just don't get why your daddy was so evil."

Piccolo crossed his arms at the half-Saiyan's question and sat on the ground. "Forget it, Gohan. These things don't matter."

Gohan shrugged and unraveled his tail, feeling comfortable despite their surroundings. "We're going back to Earth soon, aren't we?"

There was no answer from the Namekian next to him. Piccolo seemed engaged with his own thoughts. And he even started mumbling to himself. "Yes...I understand." He nodded his head, and Gohan blinked. Maybe Piccolo was crazier than he originally thought.

"...um, Mr. Piccolo?"

"I'll do it." The Namekian stood up and gestured for Gohan to follow. His attention seemed to be finally back on the half-Saiyan, "We are going back to Earth very soon."

"Who were you talking to, Mr. Piccolo?"

"King Kai. He was listening in on your father's plan to use the dragon balls to send us all back to Earth."

That didn't make any sense. Why would his father want to waste a wish on that? "I don't understand..."

"I thought you were smart, Gohan." Piccolo walked over to the front door of the spaceship, opening it to reveal the blackening sky, the vibrating plains. "Feel the planet..."

Gohan blinked, "...I can't do that."

"There's something in the ground."

His dark eyes grew when he picked up a faint energy signal. "...a ki blast."

"Not just a ki blast."

"Mr. Piccolo?"

The Namekian led him outside completely and coughed. "Gohan, it's night time on Earth."

"Are you telling me to take a nap, Mr. Piccolo?"

He grunted at the childish request. "Your tail will be a problem with the full moon."

The furry limb wrapped around his torso once again, understanding the true meaning behind those words. "I can control that, Mr. Piccolo. Uncle Vegeta taught me how to."

"It'll be a disturbance to the population, Gohan." His head shot up at a memory, and the green alien quickly went inside the ship, leaving Gohan outside. He wasn't sure what was going on exactly. The planet seemed almost angry. A small, yet powerful blast of energy was currently burying itself under Namek's skin, consuming its life force.

His small head turned around as he felt Piccolo return with Raditz's body. The small boy walked forward, "What are you doing?"

"Someone needs to hold on to him while we grant the wish. He can't stay here."

"What's happening to Namek, Mr. Piccolo?"

He ignored the question and sat Raditz flat on the ground. With one clean cut, Piccolo removed the tail from Raditz's body and held out his green hand over the wound, burning the nerve endings. "He did not learn how to control such a form, did he?"

Gohan watched on, confused and a little angry. "What are you doing?"

"You need to let me remove your tail, Gohan. Yes, you can think, but that side of your conscience is completely Saiyan. King Kai warned me of this. You won't kill your family or allies, but that won't stop you from harming the planet."

"But I..." He stood strong, shaking his head. "I like my tail."

"It's a liability as well. A weakness."

Gohan shook his head, "You can train it so you can't feel any..."

"Have you completed this training, Gohan?"

He flinched under Piccolo's unnerving gaze. "No..."

"Then we can't risk any weakness. Your power lies within you, not in your transformation. If Frieza comes to Earth, we won't have the opportunity to train you how to master your tail. You'll have much worse things to worry about."

Gohan didn't like what Piccolo was implying. If Frieza ever managed to get to Earth, that would mean that his father and Vegeta had failed, and he couldn't picture that. He also couldn't deny the Namekian's logic. "...Just make it quick, please."

He squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the excruciating pain to follow but felt nothing. Gohan heard the crash of his tail on the ground. He opened an eye, "That's it?"

"I wasn't trying to induce any pain. It was a clean cut, though I probably could have caused you some serious harm."

Gohan nodded his head. That was what happened to Vegeta.

"Now you can blend in with the other Earthlings as well, in case you ever decide to associate more with them." Piccolo turned his head up to the sky, "Speaking of the other Earthlings..."

Yamcha and Krillin landed in front of the two, and Krillin quickly un-capsulated the seven dragon balls. They reacted from one another, immediately glowing a bright orange. "Hey guys. Can't chat, but basically..."

Piccolo stopped Krillin's rambling. "I know. King Kai already told me. He'll inform me when Goku has completed his plan."

That was when Gohan noticed, "Where's my dad? And Uncle Vegeta? And Bulma?"

Yamcha sighed, "Look, kid..."

"They're occupying Frieza while we make the wish. When we make the wish, they'll be transported back to Earth as well, no matter their location." He narrowed his eyes at Krillin and Yamcha, but neither rebutted his words.

"Oh, okay then." Gohan sat down, cross-legged on the floor. He missed the feeling of his tail behind him, but Mr. Piccolo was right. It did make him feel a little more normal. Uneasiness swept through his body, and he concentrated his vision on the dragon balls in front of them. In the darkness of the planet's sky, the glow they produced was almost hypnotic. They were shaking slightly, so quickly that he would have missed it if he hadn't been looking so closely at them. He knew something big was about to happen, and a part of him was upset that he wouldn't get to see it.

"Lord Guru."

The larger Namekian looked up from his throne, unsurprised yet upset at the intruder. "Dende, why are you here?"

"...You're dying. I could sense it..." The small green alien approached his father carefully, head falling when he heard the chest crushing cough escape the elder's mouth. "I thought I could heal you..."

"Dende, you risked a lot coming here. You are right. I am dying."

His face became startled at the easy confession. "Then please, Great Elder, let me help you."

The giant Namekian shook his head. His deep wrinkles lining his forehead seemed to deepen as another cough echoed through the large room. "I have accepted my fate. Namekian healing powers can only go so far. I'm afraid my time has come." He raised his hand, "Do not worry about the dragon balls, Dende."

It was then Dende noticed the other Namekian in the room, "Elder Moori!"

"Moori will be the new great elder. I am giving him control over the dragon balls. They will grant the Earthling's wish."

Dende blinked, "Wish? What..."

All three Namekians turned towards the doorway at the large ki present. The smallest one froze and backpedaled at Frieza's astounding force. The white, purple figure walked forward, indenting the ground with easy steps. He sniveled his purple lips, "I recognized you, scum. You were there at the first village with the dragon ball." His red eyes flashed from the boy back up to the Namekians. "Your planet is dying. Show me where they are and I may remove the damage."

It was easy to tell Frieza was lying, but Dende slowly nodded anyway. Namek, his home, he could feel it suffering, the unbearable pain crawling towards its core. But Dende needed to get the monster away from the two elders. Within them held the future of a new home. "Please, sir, follow me."

Bulma had been silent with him through the air, not that he hadn't expected that. From what he remembered of her back when she was a teenager, she had always been kind of temperamental, and although she had matured over the years, she wasn't beyond her fits just yet. Not that he could exactly blame her for being upset. The news he had just dropped on her was kind of unsettling. Very unsettling.

"I know this must be a lot to take in."

She didn't reply directly, and Goku sighed. He was doing all he could. This was the best possible option his mind could think of, and as much as he would have loved to take out Frieza on his own, he wasn't sure if he could harness all the power he needed. He kept his trigger, all that anger, all those painful moments and deaths of his loved ones, buried inside his spirit, but he wasn't exactly positive that he could just get it out. It might take time, and he only had less than an hour.

Vegeta could help him. Or he could possibly help Vegeta, just like he originally promised. He turned back to Bulma, who despite her avoidance of him verbally, was still gripping to his body tightly. "You need to follow along with what I have planned, okay Bulma?"

She dimly nodded and raised her head to place on the shoulder of the Saiyan armor. "I like your new clothes, Goku."

"I'll take care of him, Bulma."

"He's wanted this for so long. That monster...he's been..."

"Just relax." He tried to keep his voice calm, but he didn't know how this would all work out in the end. His plan was reliant on something he didn't fully understand, just a guess, a hunch. And if that worked, who was to say it would even be enough?

Her small hands tightened around him. "...last time you wished me away, it broke him."

Goku looked down at her at that statement. He had always thought they had helped Bulma back then. She was whisked away so suddenly that it was scary. "I thought you needed to be saved."

"Not really."

"You could have asked us to wish Vegeta back with you."

"I've thought of that."

He wondered why she hadn't. Maybe because of Yamcha. Maybe because of the risk of Frieza finding him or Vegeta himself being unable to assimilate to the relatively peaceful culture of Earth. It wasn't something for Goku to think about so he didn't.

Bulma was waiting for him to comfort her, for Goku to say that he wouldn't let Vegeta be hurt again, but he didn't say anything to counter that thought. The Saiyan raised his head against the wind when he spotted Vegeta's ki, only a couple of miles away from where Frieza was flying.

This better work.

He diverted from Vegeta's trail, using a large sum of energy to overtake him. Bulma noticed the sudden change in direction. "Goku, can you explain what we're doing? Or maybe...where we're going?"

"No more questions, Bulma. Please."

She huffed at his uncharacteristically abrupt response, but Goku paid it no heed. He didn't know how'd ever explain that he was planning on killing her.

"Fuck, he stopped."

Vegeta tore through the sky quickly, but it wasn't enough. The small Namekian child and Frieza had a little bit of a head start, and the Saiyan prince needed to conserve a large portion of his energy. He didn't want to risk wasting his ki on flying only to be weak when he faced the devil again. Vegeta didn't understand though why Frieza had stopped. His ki was still for about a minute, and then he vaulted off again, chasing the Namekian across the green-blue landscape.

Where is he going?

Bulma had the dragon balls, and Bulma was currently safe among the other humans, as far as she could possibly be from Frieza. He only hoped the woman wouldn't put up too much of a fight. Goku could be a little too yielding to his friends. But even the seemingly idiotic Saiyan understood the importance of keeping his friends safe. Vegeta was the last person that needed to tell him that.

The Namekian stopped again, a little further away, and Frieza followed suit. He was almost there, he could feel the two kis rising and rising and then...

Vegeta blinked, stopping midair.

There were two other kis there, not including the two Namekian ones he had passed moments ago and Frieza and the child in front of him. What the fuck is Kakarot...

Flashes of lightning shone throughout the sky. Cliffs started collapsing next to him, crumbling like dried out sand. This world was ending. He had seen it many times before, but never while still on the planet. The rumbles from the belly of Namek were almost deafening. Vegeta immediately turned from the kis he was tracking to see an astounding ray of light funnel in the distance.

His heart immediately calmed. The dragon had been summoned. Bulma would be nowhere near this hellhole when it finally imploded. Good.

That was one less thing he needed to worry about. Vegeta sped against the wind again. The two other energy signals...they bothered him. One was obviously suppressed and probably belonged to Goku. But the other...

It was weak. Familiar. And he nearly screamed realizing who it was.

The damnable woman had to insist on coming! She didn't trust him? Was she that moronic to think that she could possibly be an asset in this condition!

"Damn it!" His ki spiked, aura almost shifting from blue to yellow. He was so close to her...he could feel her nearby.

Kakarot, the undeniable, insufferable, moron, was bringing her closer to Frieza. They were approaching him faster and faster. How did he ever let him pass him? How could he have not noticed that he was bringing her here? He should have known she would have done such an idiotic stunt! He should have realized the woman would...

An incredible energy blast soared through the dark sky, looking almost black, maybe dark blue or purple in the dim light. His mouth was dry when he realized he didn't know who fired. Like it fucking mattered. This was the start of the battle and Bulma was there.

He flew wildly until he finally saw Frieza and Goku squaring off on the cracked land beneath him. "Kakarot!" He screamed, ignoring Frieza completely. He couldn't sense her. He couldn't fucking feel her! "Kakarot, where is she! What..."

"Back again, Vegeta?"

He growled before turning towards the alien, "You. Shut the fuck up. I will get to ripping out your throat, but first I need to find out where the hell she is!" Vegeta felt perfectly livid, fire and pure energy channeling through every single muscle in his body.

Never had he felt so furious, so agonizingly angry.

"Vegeta..." Goku raised his hands, but there was something wrong, distressing about how he looked.

It made Vegeta sick. "What happened?" He tried to keep his voice low, but his anger flowed, even through his voice.

"Vegeta..."

"WHAT HAPPENED, KAKAROT?"

The air immediately picked up, levitating giant rocks from the demolished plateaus. Frieza widened his eyes in surprise, but Goku...what the hell was wrong with him! He seemed to be almost smiling.

"Bulma's dead."

For a brief moment, his aura completely vanished, and Goku's face contorted in disappointment. Vegeta couldn't think straight. He couldn't even hear or feel the world surrounding him start to disappear.

For all he cared, it was already gone.

"You're not being serious."

Goku walked forward, one eye on Frieza. "I'm sorry..."

Vegeta vanished in front of him, muscles clenched. "Don't even try to apologize to me! Do you understand what just happened? You caused her to die! You brought her here, and that monster turned her into...turned her..." He formed a fist and punched Goku in the cheek. The younger Saiyan surprisingly flew back, yards away from his original position.

Frieza whipped his tail behind him. "You monkeys sure are entertaining. But are you sure you want to waste so much time arguing amongst yourselves? The clock is tick, tick, ticking..."

The Saiyan prince ignored the cruel voice, the voice that haunted him ever since he was a child.

Bulma.

This couldn't be happening. They were so fucking close! She was supposed to be safe, on her stupid backwater planet! Not here. She wasn't supposed to be fighting his battles! Damn it! "Kakarot! I'm not done with you!"

"Vegeta, please!" Goku scrambled to his feet, still looking unsatisfied. "I need you to listen to me!"

He wanted to tear the other Saiyan's head off. How did he expect him to listen?

"Look, Vegeta. The Super Saiyan. I know how to do it. I've done it. Look." Goku stepped back, seemingly ignoring Vegeta's tangible rage.

Curiosity, if anything, made him stand and watch as Goku closed his eyes. The younger Saiyan was concentrating, reaching in himself for the legendary power. His ki flickered, and Vegeta could almost feel Goku's pain release. There was gold seeming to bloom from the body before him, and he immediately scowled.

"No!"

This was completely wrong. His heart swarmed, head on fire. He could feel every piece of his body expand and scream, almost as if he would burst. And within him, there was a familiar emotion powering all of this, one that he could barely control.

Anger.

He was angry, insatiably furious. Bulma was dead. He had let her die at the hands of the one being in this universe that he hated the most. He was supposed to protect her from him, and now she was dead, ki undetectable, pure ash from a ki attack.

She had loved him. The one person that ever dared mouth those words to him was now gone before they even had a chance. He'd never again touch her blue hair or see her beautiful, otherworldly eyes. She was gone, and with her, a part of his soul was ripped out.

And now this.

His birthright, his power, his destiny was being ripped away from him by the very man that risked his woman's life.

Vegeta scowled mercilessly. The energy around him was killing him. His pores burned, sweat dripping down and evaporating over every inch of his skin. His body was going to explode, and there was nothing stopping him.

When his breath completely left, he could only see gold light in front of him. It was so bright in the shroud of darkness, so powerful compared to Goku's blue aura in front of him.

He was enraged, voice still rough, "Kakarot..." At the last moment, he felt his body almost tear to shreds, but now...now there was an incredible surge of power igniting in him.

Goku smiled, "Good, you did it. That's a relief."

What?

There was something incredibly primal awakened within him. He felt bloodthirsty, vengeful, but he knew he shouldn't be taking this weird sensational power out on the other Saiyan in front of him. Especially when he was speaking in fucking riddles.

"Incredible, wow. Your ki is through the roof. Not sure how I feel about the hair though, but maybe I won't look like..."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vegeta approached him, and Goku edged back.

Frieza screamed to the left of them. "WHAT IS THIS?"

Vegeta turned towards the tyrant but didn't know what to say. He didn't understand what was happening, too obsessed with his rage, his undying fury.

"This?" Goku walked next to Frieza and shot Vegeta a smirk. "I think it's called the Super Saiyan."

...what?

"And if you don't mind, Vegeta, I think I'd like to give my theory a try now."

He was too dumbfounded to reply. This power in his body was amazing. He had never felt anything like it, nothing even close to it before. Vegeta watched as Goku screamed, that yellow ki from before completely swarming around his body in flashes of brilliant strength. His once out of control, black hair was now glowing. It straightened up in vertical spikes in a bright yellow light. Goku opened his eyes, revealing green instead of black. "This is it."

The younger Saiyan turned to Frieza who was sweating in fear. Frieza's beady eyes looked wounded, terrified. "Wh-what...How?"

Goku smiled and crossed his arms. "You'll pay for killing my brother, for hurting my son, for putting all of my friends in danger!" His ki increased, wind howling passed both Saiyans. "This is what happens when you're pure of heart and awakened by rage."

The alien shook his head and glanced to Vegeta. "Th-that can't be! The stupid monkey prince's heart isn't pure at all!"

He smirked before matching Goku's power level with a typhoon of energy. Vegeta smiled, relished, in Frieza's growing terror. "You're right." He vanished, rematerializing in front of Frieza's face. Faster than he could ever imagine, a gold-energy hand wrapped around Frieza's neck. "I'm just pure rage."

A/N:

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