AN: Ok, here we go! What will Gohan do? Will the others be able to stop him? Or will he succeed in his fatal plan? Find out right now, on The Son of the Fallen!

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As what Gohan said sunk into Chi Chi's brain, she finally realized what Gohan had meant. It only took so long because she never expected that. She looked up, and Gohan was gone, the only trace a fading white line in the distance.

"GOHAN!" Chi Chi screamed.

She was about to run off after him, but her brain kicked in. Then she ran inside to call someone, anyone who could get to her baby soon enough.

Her baby…

Unconsciously, her eyes drifted to the small stick in her hand.

Yamcha picked up the phone. "Hello, this is the Kame House, how may I-"

"MY BABY IS GONE!"

"...What is it this time?" Yamcha was already searching for Gohan's ki. It was travelling at a reasonable pace, and wasn't too high. At least, not high enough to suggest that there was trouble.

"I was just talking to him, and then he asked me if I wanted Goku back, and I said yes, and then he… he said..."

"What did he say?" Yamcha pressed.

"He said, 'I'll say tell him to say hi...'".

Silence.

"Can you find him?" Chi Chi asked worriedly.

More silence. Chi Chi realized that Yamcha must've dropped the phone in his haste to find Gohan.

Yamcha, Krillin, and 18 were all heading off towards Gohan's ki, pushing their speeds to the limit. Actually, Yamcha and Krillin were, 18 was flying ahead of them, impatient to prevent the tragedy of the boy who saved her.

All three of them had noticed that Gohan had picked up the pace, no doubt to get away from them. But They also noticed that Piccolo and Vegeta were also heading towards him.

Gohan was fast enough to outrun and outlast them all. Everyone knew that.

Please Gohan. Don't be rash. Don't do it.

Gohan was getting pissed now. Everyone was following him. Everyone! Why? It wasn't as though he was valuable or anything. Yes, he was stronger than his father and Vegeta, but there was no threat. His plan was to kill himself, then request for a day spent in Upper Heaven before going to his eternal punishment in hell. In Upper Heaven, he would find his father, whether he'd be training, or eating at King Kai's, and convince him to return to Earth. If it came down to it, Gohan would drag him, kicking and screaming, back to Earth with his own two hands if he had to. He didn't like it, but he knew he could overpower his father. A few days of training wouldn't allow Goku to access the Super Saiyan 2 state.

That was the plan, the only problem was the fact that EVERYONE WAS FOLLOWING HIM. Goddammit. He couldn't stop for very long, but he couldn't speed up too much, or else he'd circle the Earth and meet them again.

Then a new method of suicide came to him. He would just fly up! Go out into space, then he would just suffocate! Good thinking, brain! He would have to fly fast and reach the point that he couldn't turn back and make it to Earth in time in case his willpower gave out.

That's another reason why Dad should be here instead of me. He'd never give up. But I'm not going to give up on my mission. My mission to get him back!

His resolve freshly hardened, he thought about anything that would prevent his plan from working. The only thing was Vegeta, who probably had more experience dealing with the vacuum of space.

So I'll knock out Vegeta, then I'll carry out my plan.

Piccolo wondered what Gohan was up to. He knew Gohan was smart enough to know that he couldn't stop for very long before someone caught up to him, so why was he just floating there, waiting, as the kis of the others drew closer.

Without warning, Gohan's ki flared. It was only a momentary burst, but after it faded, Vegeta's ki was brought down to very little, probably unconscious. Then, Gohan resumed his movement, only this time it was upward. Not even to the lookout. Just… up.

It was as this point Piccolo knew what was going to happen. He also knew that there was no chance he would make it in time before Gohan exited the atmosphere. There was even less chance of bringing Vegeta to Dende and reviving him in time. The rest of the Z Fighters were all too far away to help.

Piccolo could only watch Gohan with his ki sense as he left the atmosphere.

Gohan was going on fine until he left the atmosphere. When that happened, all he felt was cold. Cold, cold, and some more cold on the side. His whole body felt numb, but that didn't hinder his flying abilities. His saiyan genes helped him, so it was only deadly cold, not frozen-solid cold. So he pressed on.

Then he made the instinctive action, which was a mistake in this case, of breathing.

Or attempting to, rather.

He choked on nothing, but that just made it worse. His lungs felt like they were about to burst, his saiyan genes not strong enough to prevent the pressure of nothingness outside his body. His lungs needed air that he couldn't get. Black spots danced before his eyes, and through his delusional state of near-death, he felt an insane moment of giddiness about that it was too late for him. Too late for anyone to get him. Too late, even if he could fly at his max speed, to get himself to Dende before the pressure and the lack of oxygen killed him.

A mere few seconds later, he felt the last of his oxygen leave his cold body. His airway too weak to even stop air from leaking out. His heart pumping un-oxidized blood in an useless attempt to keep him alive. He knew it was the end of him.

Goodbye everyone. Mother, Piccolo, everyone.

As he drifted with the momentum of his flight, his eyes locked onto the sun. The last thing he would ever see.

Everything went black.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! What happens next?