There's no doubt I probably lost all of my followers for this delayed update. But oh well..
Days just sped past, and ever since the Call of Duty incident, Gohan was wormed up in his room, talking to Videl. Again. He never got tired of it, and knew that it must've seemed crazy to be babbling about trivial events in the day to a corpse. But oh well, he could care less about what the others were thinking about him.
This particularly unhealthy habit began to worry the other Z fighters, as they were afraid he might start to become more or less insane. The trauma, they concluded, may possibly be affecting his brain, which would cause him to become crazy. Piccolo did not offer any comments or opinions about their conclusion.
The habit began to frustrate them all. They were going to land on Earth, and Gohan was still in his room. So…
All of the Z fighters marched in at once (even Vegeta and Piccolo) and dragged the poor demi-saiyan bodily away from the airtight coffin. He flailed around in panic and screamed out, "LEMME GO! LEMME GO!"
Of course, he was ignored. Who wouldn't ignore him when he's in that seemingly delirious state? So like a kitten, he was carried away by the collar of his shirt. Some passerby saiyans snickered at the sight, but quickly ran away with their tails between their legs (literally) as Gohan gave them a death glare.
And so, he was thrown unceremoniously onto the ground of the living room. "What was that for?" he yelled, annoyed.
"They think you've gone crazy. And I'd agree," Piccolo replied, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as always. His voice was cool and indifferent as he stared down at his former pupil in disappointment.
Gohan pouted childishly. "That's cruel, Mr. Piccolo."
Said green guy's eyebrows twitched when he heard him revive the old nickname. What's up with the 'mister', anyways? Next thing you know, the kid's going to start calling him Sir Piccolo.
…
And like always, the alarms blared out, scaring everyone in the ship.
"INCOMING SHIP. FOREIGN. COMPUTER DOES NOT RECOGNIZE." The main computer intoned in the monotonous voice it possessed. At that moment, Gohan had a really weird thought. He was glad it wasn't an ordinary ship filled with ordinary human passengers. In those circumstances, there'd be a huge load of screaming and chaos, and his ears would surely break under the pressure.
From Mirai's strangely relieved expression (which mirrored his), he could tell that the other demi-saiyan may or may not have the same kind of thoughts running through his head. The large screen in front of them crackled into life, and began projecting the image of the strange ship.
His blood ran cold.
Gohan had seen enough of that model, and had nightmares about the occupants of the ship. Frieza's. The Cold Empire's special ship.
Something bad's about to happen. And a face appeared on the screen abruptly, making them all jump in surprise.
The face they saw greatly resembled Frieza's. This creature had the same petrifying pink eyes, with an evil look among the depths. He seemed to be in the fourth stage of the Cold Family's transformation. Kuriza's thin lips were curled upwards in a smirk. Just like his father.
"Hello, my dear monkeys," he said, the words rolling off his mouth smoothly. He had the same silky and sophisticated voice, enunciating each word clearly. Just like his father.
Obviously, the word 'monkey' made the saiyans on the ship all yell out in indignation and say all kinds of obscenities. But who knows if Kuriza heard them or not…
"Now, you might be aware that you have been playing in my hands, as an intricate game for my personal amusement," he continued. Growls. Of course they knew. They tried to get out of it.
"But… I have sent out five of my most powerful warriors." Surprise.
"They will meet you at New Planet Namek. If you do not follow these commands…" There was that smirk again.
There was something up Kuriza's sleeve, for sure. Something ominous.
The screen was directed to Earth. They were still a large distance away from there, a few hours journey. But they could see it clearly through the screen. Gohan saw that Kuriza was sitting in a little father. Must be just as lazy as his father, he thought.
History repeats. Everyone knows.
And so, the evil one raised a finger and a small ki ball began forming. Gohan watched, paralyzed with fear. His grandfather recounted the time when he tried to stand up against Frieza.
The ki ball grew steadily larger.
With a tiny tilt, it fell off and flew at great speed toward Earth. The demi saiyan couldn't watch anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut.
He heard a large explosion. The term dirty fireworks flew into his mind.
The sound would be larger if he was there. He was glad he wasn't.
There was a loud screaming in the room. It belonged to Vegeta.
He didn't care.
Vegeta's power soared to the levels beyond the super saiyan.
There were crackles of electricity.
The room was in chaos.
He just didn't care.
And in his mind, he conjured up an image of his grandfather, young and strong, his face streaked with blood and armor cracked and broken beyond repair. The blood soaked headband tied around his forehead. One hand raised, a blue ki ball forming.
The background was the ruby planet of Vegeta. Frieza's soldiers were scattered around the atmosphere, not daring to attack the furious warrior.
"This could change everything," Bardock muttered like he was talking to himself, but it was directed to Frieza. "This planet's fate… my fate… Kakarot's fate…and yours… I'LL USE THIS TO CHANGE IT ALL!"
The Final Spirit Cannon soared toward Frieza. The tyrant began to laugh maniacally, and his own Supernova suddenly burst out into a huge size, swallowing up Bardock's attack.
And of course, that would be how his grandfather had died.
Now, Gohan felt like tearing up. Goten, his mother, Bulma, everyone… He screamed. Dende, Popo… the dragon balls are gone.
That, my friends, is the end. :) I have something fantastic planned. This would span about 20 chapters, and now I'm really motivated to write this again. Thanks to Simgr101, as always, for helping me out. See ya!