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Chapter 5

"Should we boot him up?"

Seventeen and Eighteen stared down at their new found older sibling, "Well he's already alive and functioning, just in stasis," he turned back towards the work bench and left his sister staring, "Let's do some digging around here, maybe we can find something on big bro."

Eighteen took her stare from the pod and placed it on her twin, "Why bother? He's just like us, he needs to be freed from Gero's torment and, who knows, maybe he'll be down to use his new powers to help us beat the blonde brigade, boom!" She rounded the corner and stepped out into the initial entry room where Seventeen approached the computer.

"Several things wrong with that plan, for starters, the readings I'm getting off that pod put the new guy at weaker levels then me," he leaned against the dashboard and waved his damaged wrist around, "And if he was stronger than me, which he isn't, whose to say he wouldn't want to start running the show?"

"Fair points…" She turned her gaze back down the hall toward the pod, "I can't stand it, Lapis; seeing another person locked away by that psycho…"

He slammed his palm down on the computer, activating it, "I told you never to call me that again! He's in stasis, when he wakes up it'll be like he blinked, we aren't waking him up until we know we can manage him."

As the screen lit up in the background, the siblings were too busy arguing to notice, "It's your name jackass, no one is around, you don't have to pretend to be a heartless android."

"We are heartless androids, face it, we're straight up evil," she scoffed at his pointing out reality, turning away, "You just murdered a teenager right in front of his brother or something, we wiped out humanity!"

"So what? They deserved it, this guy is just like us, tormented by a human way out of his depth!"

They both turned towards the corridor but neither took a stance, "He stays podded until we figure this out."

"He goes free, now," she put her hand up igniting a purple flame, turning into a pulsating orb of energy.

Seventeen didn't hesitate to put his own hand up, summoning an identical energy in yellow, "Are we really doing this right now?!"

"Yes! I'm letting him out!" She shouted as her energy grew a bit stronger, "We may be even normally but, you're shorthanded…" she nodded to his jutting tubes and wires coming from his arm.

They both turned as a loud hum caught their full attention, "Beginning update: one of three-hundred-twenty-four."

Seventeen raised a brow, "Was… Was Gero about to turn this guy on before we eighty-sixed him?"

"Looks like it," With all grievances seemingly tossed out, they stood side by side and looked over the screen as it processed data, "Everything's here; log entries, schematics, blue prints, power levels…"

"Woah!" They both did a double take on his data, "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

…

Three Days Later

It was one of the only peaceful moments Bulma could remember in the last twenty-years, the night air brisk enough for a jacket but, just warm enough to be outdoors and the full moon gave them enough light to see clearly the words engraved into the tombstone.

'Here lies Trunks Briefs; Beloved Warrior, Friend, and Son.'

Kara folded her arms across her chest, "This isn't right, he should be here," she turned her head over toward the kneeling woman, "He should be with us."

Bulma allowed a single tear to stream down her cheek, caressing the stone tablet, "Everyone mourns in their own way, Kara, he'll come around."

"I just don't understand how he could be so emotionless at a time like this," She stifled, fighting back the urge to shed tears herself, using her white solar-suit to wipe her face.

"Gohan was once the most compassionate and loving boy the world had ever seen," remising on the days of old with her eyes closed, she stood and faced the moon refusing to open them just yet, "But, when the world changes sometimes you're forced to change with it."

The late-night dew made the grass moist but, the hill they were on over looking a massive lake was worth the effort of simply drying their boots, "Has everyone gotten the satellites set up?"

"We should be invisible again by sun-rise, if that's what you mean…"

"No, what Gohan did to Seventeen, what you described; we'll have more than three days of peace that much I'm sure of," she turned around trying her best to put the thought of her late son behind her, "I need my equipment set up to check something, related to your mission tomorrow."

"It's a time machine, Bulma, the beauty is you have all the time in the world to go back and change things!"

They walked off back towards the camp which was set up in an abandoned Capsule Corp safe house; looking out over the hill they spotted the mouth of the cave which led to their new base, "If I'm right, and I hope I'm not, the mission may not even be worth making."

"What?! Explain!"

"Have you studied up on your quantum theory?"

"Ugh," she growled and turned away, glaring out into the distance with her enhanced vision, "Where's Gohan? He needs to know about this."

Bulma sighed exasperated with the Saiyan species entirely, "Try somewhere deserted and exploding."

…

Meanwhile, Gohan stood atop a singular rock pillar surrounded by miles and miles of sand and stone; he was in his base form but, he stood ready as if prepared to transform. His arms at his side, he closed his eyes and allowed the sun to beat down on his face as the clouds slowly consumed the light into shade. He stared off thinking deeply on the passed few days, the death of his student, the sign of a power beyond that of Super Saiyan, the possibility of changing history.

He pointed his nose up to the sky, feeling the air turn cool as thunder echoed in the distance, the change of climate due to the untimely war caused weather phenomena like this to occur frequently. Blizzards in the tropics, storms in the deserts; no amount of surrounding lightning or thunder could shake him from his thoughts though.

How could he claim to be the only hero left, to wear his father's Gi, if he couldn't even save a single person? Let alone the entire planet that still suffered at the hands of the mechanical monstrosities. And that power he unlocked, it baffled him… though it also drained him, days later and he still felt physically fatigued. It was as if his body couldn't handle its own power, it was a heat of the moment situation, perhaps training to better maintain his Super Saiyan form was the key?

He tightened his prosthetic and gazed down at the broken gauge, still cracked from the battle; other than basic medical care, he'd refused treatment. How could so much power come out only after he'd lost the last vestige of hope for the world? Trunks had Vegeta's blood and Bulma's mind, if he himself couldn't kill the androids than the only other person that could was him.

"Trunks…" He muttered as the rain started falling from the sky, in a slow drizzle at first, refreshing his skin from the desert heat. The rain picked up quickly, turning into a full-fledged hurricane, the wind and lightening turning the desert into a hellish landscape in seconds. His rage got the better of him, feeling it boil he attempted to power up like he did against Seventeen and Eighteen. His golden fury exploded out around him, his Super Saiyan form, while impressive, disappointed him immensely.

He could feel the wall now, the barrier separating him from a higher power, from an ascended state beyond anything he'd ever dreamed. "HAA!" His shout cut through the sky and the clouds dispersing the cumulonimbus immediately, the pillar he stood atop imploded with white-hot Ki energy consuming him in the destruction.

Kara sighed as she flew through the sky, just below the clouds, she donned her new armor and went on the search for her guilt-ridden lover; she only felt exasperated when she noticed the mushroom cloud in the distance, "Oh… jeez."

Landing quietly just outside the blast-zone, she kicked a few rocks across the scorched Earth as the smoke cleared; Gohan was on his knees still in his golden form only, his aura was gone and he'd never looked so vulnerable in her years knowing him.

"I failed him," he announced without turning around, "As his teacher and his friend, I failed him."

She approached slowly, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Don't talk like that…"

"He wasn't ready… I should have known better, trained him harder," he clutched his pants tight in his hands as tears streamed into his lap, "I should've done better."

"We don't live in a normal world, you should know better than most that sometimes heroes don't come home," he looked over his shoulder up at her, into her deep blue eyes as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his head pulling him into her waist, "This world is sick; the androids are the cancer and we're the cure…"

She looked him dead in the eyes and wiped a tear from his cheek, "The world needs you now more than ever, so get back up," she yanked him up and dusted him off, "Stretch out your neck, puff up your chest, and endure… so the rest of the world doesn't have to."

…

"Sorry, I was wrong, completely wrong," Bulma couldn't bare to meet eyes with either of her two comrades, "I was misled by a common myth, how could I be so clueless?"

Gohan rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Walk me through this one more time?" he planted his feet and took a seat in a chair at an empty conference table, the room was old and dusty but, private enough to have such a discussion.

Bulma ran her hands through her turquoise hair and took a deep breath letting out a long exhale, "Think about it, if you traveled to the past, that past becomes your future, and your former present becomes the past which can't now be changed by your new future…"

Gohan and Kara gave each other a glance before returning their stupefied expressions back to their head scientist, "Oh for the love of-" she grabbed a marker and approached a nearby white-board, drawing a long line across it in blue, "Think of this line as your whole life, the Saiyan attack, Namek, Freeza, the whole shebang." She continued by circling a single point in the middle of the line, "Say this is when you travel back in time," connecting a line to the circle and diverting away from the original line, she capped the marker and turned back to them, "All you'd be doing is creating an alternate future, one where Goku survives, changing everything drastically but, not at all affecting the original timeline you came from."

"So, what I'm hearing is, all this time we've been banking on absolutely nothing!" Kara shouted and stood from her seat, "We put everything we had into this…"

"I know that, don't you think I know that!? That I've officially lost everything?!"

Kara put her head down in silence as Bulma turned away to shed a tear; it was quiet until a voice cut through it commanding respect, "I want to go anyways."

They snapped their heads towards him, flabbergasted, "What?!"

"Gohan…" Bulma stopped and dropped to her knees in front of him, "Think about this for a second before making any rash decisions, that time machine could be the key to leaving Earth, if you use it for this there's no going back."

He grabbed her hand in his, looking into her eyes, "I wish I could make you understand, but I have to do this. Before just erasing this disgusting future was enough but, now that they killed-" He choked on his own words, "I have to end this my way, and the only people I can ask for help are dead and in the past."

"I'll go too," Kara announced, "I'll make sure to watch his back."

He gave her a short smile, one she could tell was hiding a whole lot of pain but, the determination was over whelming everything else, "Think about this, Bulma, if we do this you'll have access to a future where Trunks is alive and well."

She stood and stepped back, looking back towards the white board, "If we're doing this, we have to do it before I change my mind…"

…

"I told you," Seventeen taunted as he adjusted his new hand, it was identical to his old one only, it wasn't composed of artificial skin like the rest of him was, it was black as though he was wearing a glove, "It fits fine, I'm not human I don't need the aesthetic of human skin."

Eighteen peered over the pod that still remained closed after three long days, they hadn't done much other than search the grounds and update their tools of destruction. Seventeen replaced his optic-censors with more advanced models that not only detect power levels but, also shoot lasers much to his liking. Eighteen refused to augment her body any further, she called it unnatural but, obviously she understood her brother's reasoning, "The updates are almost finished, once they're done, I plan on holding up my end of the bargain."

She narrowed her eyes at the pod, "And you're sure you wanna take the risk?"

"You're the one advocating for him."

"I'm just making sure that you're sure."

Seventeen took his attention from his new hand to put it back onto his sister, he propped his feet up and leaned back, "You saw the scans, he's practically a blank slate, he's only got like three ideas in his head and all of them suck major eggs."

She rolled her eyes, "We can't let him be a slave to Gero's weird programming that's for sure; Son Goku, Dr. Gero, and… birds."

…

Gohan tapped the gauge on his prosthetic wrist, making sure the levels were reading correctly, "You're good to go," Bulma announced as the Saiyan quickly jabbed the air once or twice to flex his arm.

"And it won't break this time?"

She scoffed putting her screwdriver down, "It only short circuited last time because I didn't think the sensors would ever need to read that much power from you," she turned back towards her work bench where she took hold of a capsule in her hand, "I quadrupled their capacity so, problem should be solved."

Kara entered the room wearing her armor and a determined glare, "Are we ready to go?"

"Are you?" Gohan noted.

She closed her eyes and took a breath, "As ready as I'll ever be, let's get going before I get cold feet."

"Right," Bulma pressed her thumb down on the capsule-release tossing it across the room, an explosion of smoke left a fifteen-foot ship in the middle of the garage. It was bright yellow with a glass shell over the top, it only fit two people and didn't have any wings for actual flight. On the side-panel was the number 'One' symbolizing its uniqueness and the word 'Hope!' written in marker underneath, "It isn't pretty, but it'll get you there and back."

"I'm almost excited to see Freeza, last time we met I was too weak and scared to do anything but this time-"

Bulma interrupted him without hesitating, "This time, you'll still do nothing! We can't afford to be messing with the time-line so drastically."

"She's right, just let your dad show up and take care of it like he did before," Kara agreed, still obviously nervous about the trip, Gohan noticed her shaking and reached over, grabbing her hand.

He pulled her chin up to meet his eyes as Bulma turned to fill a box with capsules they may need, "You don't have to come if you don't want to, I can take care of it alone."

"No," she responded quickly, regaining her composure, "I can do this, I'm here for you."

Bulma pressed down on a large button on the side of the machine opening the canopy for them, "The coordinates are set for you to go back to the day Goku returned from Yardrat and then forward to this moment, ideally a few seconds after you leave; no room for surprise attacks from them."

Gohan, still holding Kara's hand, walked with her as they gently floated up towards their seats, "Remember, don't do anything crazy, the butterfly effect is still a bitch!"

Gohan gave her a thumbs up as he settled in and closed the canopy, allowing the machine to do its job for him, he watched their brilliant friend below open the retractable ceiling as they levitated up. Slowly, reaching eye-line with the clouds before fading into thin air and being hurtled through time and space in an instant.

…

August - Age 764 – Earth

As the machine materialized from thin air, it plopped itself down onto the sandy ground, dirt, rocks, and flat-lands for dozens of miles in every direction; it was also where Gohan would train Trunks and Kara decades from now. The pod opened as the light shun through, nearly blinding them, it immediately shocked Kara as she floated up out of the pod.

The sky was bright blue without a cloud in sight, the sun was gleaming and yellow, scorching the desert like she'd never seen before, "I feel so good, this air, this light, it's incredible Gohan!"

He tapped the gauge on the machine ensuring they were in the right time and place; "Yep, that would be pre-nuclear-holocaust weather on Earth."

"Even on my home planet, the red-sun never let light like this through our atmosphere," her skin began glowing with an outline of yellow energy as she scanned her hands, stretching her fingers like she'd never used them before, "I feel so incredibly powerful, stronger than you even! Stronger, maybe, than the androids…"

Gohan raised a brow floating up to follow her, "It's temporary so enjoy it while it lasts," he glanced down at his scanner on his arm, "We're a tad early, Freeza is arriving in a few minutes and so am… I."

After podding the time machine and flying west for a moment, they touched down near a few rock formations; Kara took a seat, trying her best to keep her new power under wraps, "So, now we just wait for him to show up?"

Gohan narrowed his eyes and quickly turned up towards the atmosphere, "He's already here…" from the depths of the blue sky came a massive saucer-shaped vessel rocking the very planet with the sound of its engines.

"I think you and your friends are here too," she pointed out at a group of people floating down and hiding between a canyon of rocks, out of sight of the arriving emperor, "Freeza definitely doesn't feel like a threat, then again, neither do your friends."

"Hey, I'm down there too remember; let's go meet Freeza before he tries sending his soldiers to find us," Gohan got to his feet and floated up towards the now landing war-ship.

Kara cleared her throat, "Didn't Bulma say we shouldn't be messing with this time-line like that?" Gohan ignored her, charging a white aura which allowed him to blast-off at beyond the speed of sound, "Hey!" she shouted again following after him.

Massive quantities of pressurized steam poured out from beneath the ship, the landing pads opened up pressing into the rocks and stabilizing it; as the entry swung open, two dozen alien-soldiers dressed in armor filed out in a line on either side so that two singular figures could emerge.

One was short, shorter even than Kara, with paper-white skin and purple features, sporting a mechanical lower-body and replacing the right-side of his head. The other was a massive man, with large horns and armor similar to the soldiers only sporting a cape to go with it, "Alright, spread out and use your scouters to find the strongest ones, bring my son their heads," the larger one ordered.

"Yes sir, King Cold!" they all chanted as they were about to move when Gohan and Kara landed in front of them.

This caught Freeza's attention due to the Gi the Saiyan-man was wearing but, he didn't recognize the man uniformed by it, "Who's the bigger guy?"

Gohan kept his smile as they both touched down, "Freeza's father, don't worry he's much weaker than his son."

Kara exhaled, "I guess I deserved some good news today."

"And who might you be?" Freeza asked, his voice was smooth and confident, as if he never doubted himself a day in his life, "Step aside or be vaporized."

"I was going to say the same but, I have to admit, it's good seeing you again after all this time," Gohan announced stepping forward and taking the conversation into his own hands.

Cold leaned his head down without taking his eyes off the newcomers, "Do you know him?"

Freeza folded his organic arm over the mechanical one, "No, but he does bear the same insipid uniform as the one I came here to exact my revenge on."

"Is that right?" King Cold smiled and waved his soldiers to take them out, stepping forwards and aiming their gauntlet energy-weapons at eye level with the two time-travelers, "Kill them."

"Should you or should I?"

Gohan cracked his neck, "I'll take care of it, you can take it easy, I have a score to settle," his eyes became fierce, like he was about to take twenty-years of anger out on just a small group of people.

"Whatever you say, just don't get cocky," She floated up without changing her posture, levitating twenty or thirty feet away, giving her comrade all the space he'd need.

…

"Who the hell are they?!" a man shouted, the group of fighters were too far away from the invading ship to be heard but, his voice still made their ears ring.

"Relax, Vegeta, whoever it is they're buying us time to think…" A woman responded to him as logically as possible; her hair was done up in a blue afro held back by a red headband. She quickly dusted off her vest and folded her arms, "Does anyone recognize their energies or power levels or whatever?"

Another man stepped up from behind closing all three of his eyes, "One of them seems familiar, at least, a little though he's already stronger than anyone here."

"The fight hasn't even started yet," Vegeta responded tightening his fist at his side, "And there's no way some stranger is stronger than I am; right now, the Namekian and I are the only two people here who can even make Freeza flinch."

"This power…" A young boy, no older than seven or eight years old, took a few steps with his eyes closed, feeling the power flowing off the confrontation, "I feel like I'm sensing my father…"

"Did he get a haircut?" Bulma chided.

"He looks like he's wearing a turtle Gi of some kind, maybe it is my Dad!"

"Gohan…" the shortest man beside him spoke up, fully grown yet still at eye level with the eight-year-old, "Stay focused, I've been sensing your father since we were kids and he's never felt like this before."

…

On the battlefield, soldiers surrounded Gohan on all sides, the leader of the group using the device strapped to his right eye to gauge his power level, "Let's just see how strong you really are!" pressing down on the side of it activated a sensor-display giving the soldier a reading, "This… This can't be right!" Gohan's only response was a proud grin.

"What does it say?"

He choked on his words as the solider stammered back, "I-It's over h-half-a-million!"

Whistling, the Saiyan gave a wide smirk, "That's only cause I'm stationary…" with just a glare, each and every scouter still activated short-circuited, exploding on the faces of their users, "Sorry."

After about a minute of standing and staring, Freeza spoke up with an aggravated tone, "You have your orders."

The lead solider gulped, "Sir, h-his power level is too high, if we try and f-fight him he'll kill us all!"

"Die to him or die to me, your choice."

After carefully considering their options, they all charged with exuberant battle cries, each one prepared to kill the man without mercy. Gohan didn't move an inch but, he did shift from a cocky grin to a more serious expression as the nervous soldiers aimed their weapons.

"Fire!"

They all let loose a barrage of energy attacks, mimicking Ki blasts, each one phased right through the target; and this was no special ability. Although, to the soldiers, it seemed like he was simply an apparition, Freeza and Cold could see him planting his feet and dipping his body from side-to-side. Dodging and weaving around without any real effort. They were surrounding him on all sides though, so as they missed the target, those behind him were slaughtered by their own teammates.

In under a minute they were all dead of their own stupidity, all except for the one that read his power level, he never fired his weapon and was in just the right spot to avoid being blasted. He backed away in shock, fearing for his life when suddenly a ruthless fist plunged its way through his chest, shattering his armor.

"L-Lord Free-za?!"

He pulled his arm back and swatted the air, splattering blood on the ground and drying his hands as the solider collapsed into a heap, bleeding out.

"What a shame," King Cold sighed and rolled his eyes, "Look's like we'll need to pick up a new crew on the way back home."

Gohan chuckled, "Don't worry, you'll be too dead to find a new crew," he never took his eyes from Freeza's, he could never shake the cold stare the tyrant always gave. It haunted him into his late teenage years.

"Apologies," Freeza chuckled, "What was your name again?"

"You don't recognize me? I don't blame you…"

He took a few confident steps towards this bold Earthling, "You are familiar but, I have a reading on the only person I can think of that you resemble and he's light years from here…" he put a finger to his chin, "But, you are quite the power-house, levels over four-million!"

"You knew your soldiers would die but you let them attack anyways?" Gohan asked, not waiting for an answer, "I had almost forgotten how truly evil you really were."

"Past tense?" His eyes widened, "Wait a moment," suddenly he could see it, his eyes, his cheek bones, "You're the brat, the one from-" he stopped himself as Gohan started growing a smile.

"Keep going, you're getting there."

He growled, being led on was not something he enjoyed, "How is it possible for you to have grown so much in such a brief time?" he asked as his metallic tail slapped the ground threateningly.

"Didn't you say it was a Super Saiyan that defeated you?" Cold spoke up, looking down to his son, "No matter who he is, he's nothing."

"His power level is sufficient for a challenge, father; you know I enjoy an appetizer before the main course arrives," Freeza grinned and turned his attention back to the warrior, still standing firm.

He chuckled a bit, "If you're waiting for a Super Saiyan, I'm sure I can help you…" the irony of them being impressed by or afraid of just a regular ascended Saiyan was almost laughable to him now.

Freeza's expression became stoic rather quickly after hearing this, "There is only one Super Saiyan in existence and he's far from a weakling like you," his cybernetics told him very clearly that he couldn't win a fight against this warrior if he went super like his nemesis did. The math wasn't on his side but, while smart he was always quite arrogant, "Bluffing will not get us to turn back, you will simply be the first to suffer for the transgressions of your father."

Gohan frowned, tightening his muscles with just a bit of force, "How about I show you what I mean, it'll make more sense if I do…" clutching his fist, Freeza watched as his energy spiked and a teal-blue flooded his eyes.

"I-Impossible…"

Cold watched his son's horrified expression as he experienced post-traumatic flash backs to the near-death events on Namek; seeing the ruthlessness in the Saiyan's eyes shook him to his core.

His hair flashed bright yellow, a golden hue outlined his entire body as he was slowly consumed by a flaming aura; it wasn't his maximum output but, it was more than enough. He stood in blazing essence and stared out at Freeza whom was still taken aback.

"See?" Gohan muttered.

Freeza closed his eyes, his rage boiling, his power sky-rocketing, his violent purple aura sparking erratically, "No! NO!" he aimed both of his palms outwards at the Saiyan, forming a powerful culmination of energy, "I won't be humiliated twice!"

Gohan raised one hand, gesturing with his fingers and inviting Freeza to attack without saying a word, "AGH!" he screeched impatiently and fired before he was even done collecting his power.

Kara didn't even flinch as the beam struck Gohan and exploded on contact, debris and smoke swept through the desert; practically shaking the entire continent they stood on.

Once the blistering sound of the explosion died down, Cold leaned over to his son, "You should be more careful, had you destroyed the planet we would have had to fly ourselves all the way home."

"I have it handled, Father."

Only a few seconds later, the smoke cleared and within it stood the golden warrior without a single scrape; his Ki energy creating a bio-electric aura protecting himself and his clothes, he didn't even have a scuff on his boots.

Cold's eyes widened, unfolding his arms in surprise; Freeza's jaw was wired shut, grinding his teeth in relentless rage, "You can see my power level with that fancy eye of yours, you know you have no chance."

Freeza stomped his foot into the ground, "You have no idea with whom you are dealing, you insolent worm!" He fired off another quick beam from his finger, meant to pierce not explode.

Instead of dodging or deflecting it, he allowed it to hit him dead in the center of the chest; a lethal blow had it made even a scratch on Gohan's body.

Freeza stepped back in horror, it was happening all over again, another Saiyan was fulfilling his ancestor's greatest nightmare; the warning his great-grandfather, Chilled, passed down was coming to a reality.

Without a word, Gohan vanished from sight, faster than his sensors could track, faster than anyone could track; but the blonde woman standing far back had followed him with her eyes using little effort.

"What?!" He turned around on a dime, meeting Gohan's fist with his abdomen; he wasn't even expecting it, he didn't even feel the attack until he was knocked backwards, skidding across the dirt landing at the feet of Kara.

"Hiya," she announced in a stoic monotone before casually punting him in the right cheek, sending the galactic warlord skipping across the desert sand, tumbling to his father's feet.

Freeza stood up and prepared to attack but, his father placed a cold hand on his shoulder, pushing him back as he stepped forwards, "I think we've seen quite enough, any more embarrassment on our part will show weakness."

"B-But, Father, in your current state you can't defeat them, and you haven't transformed since-"

He was silenced by a glare that was ignited by a purple flame in the king's eyes, a purple hue of spiritual energy slowly wrapped across his body as Gohan examined, slipping into a fighting stance. Freeza stepped back and trembled as his father came forwards to finish what he couldn't.

Gohan felt the energy rising in his newest challenger, he never got to see King Cold reveal his true nature, his father wasn't as kindhearted as he was. A fair fight and the winner takes the spoils, Earth or Gohan's pride, either way this plays out, it wont be pretty.

…

I realized I'd all but finished this chapter and left it to rot away in my computer, so I figured I'd put the finishing touches on it and send it out. No clue when the next chapter will be but, I wouldn't hold my breath.