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It was weird seeing all these different universes. The unnerving part of it was all the ones where they had clearly lost. For him he couldnât help but stare at the universes that contained Cell and Bojack. Maybe he should have entered this tournament, but only to avenge his other selves, which he knew with how this worked wasnât even a guarantee. At least some of the universes seemed okay. He couldnât help but gawk at the one with⌠wait⌠that couldnât be? Videl? It had to be a coincidence that her sword looked like the Z-sword. No it had to be. Maybe if he got the chance he could talk to them, find out how she got it. Probably let them know to just break the darn thing.
The only other two universes that felt familiar was⌠oh. He really hated to admit it but seeing his dad as his normal self stung a bit, was it a hint of jealousy? Vegito was, okay. But he wasnât his goofy dad. A shake of the head, he didnât want to think about it too much. The other universe was, wait where did Trunks go? 16 seemed to be just standing around, he had to remind himself to say hi to an old friend.
His train of thought would be interrupted by a somehow familiar voice. Was that what he sounded like? Eyes would stop on what was clearly himself. Bulkier, more of a warrior than he ever was and clearly scarred from it. So this is who trained Trunks. Features would soften and heâd give his other self a cheery grin and reply. âOf course! Friendlies are always welcome here! I kinda always wanted to meet my uh.. hmm..â How could he put it? Heâd go into thought for what felt like a second too long. âFuture? Self?â That would have probably made more sense if he was still a kid and not a grown adult with a wife and kid.
He lets out a chuckle as he hops over the standâs wall and hears his other self try to picture some of it all together. Then he shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms. âI suppose thatâs one way of calling it. Iâm not sure how old you are, but you look like youâre getting here...â He pats his own cheek and returns his arms to a crossed state. âLucky for those saiyan genes of ours... or my age would really show!â He lets out a chuckle before scratching the back of his head. He looks like their father, for sure. More then maybe anyone else ever will in the original timeline... and that might not be from genetics alone. Life style sure did contribute. The Gi doesnât help either. He then mellows his facial expressions out and eyes both Vegito, and then the ring with Goku & Vegeta.
âI gotta be honest... Iâm not sure which timeline we travelled back to help. It could be yours... since the diverging point happened while we were back in our timeline.â He ponders, but shoots a glance at himself, then the wife and child he has at the stands nearby. He looks down though and sighs. âI saw the match with Bojack... Iâm sorry about what happened.â Then he examines his past self closer. He seems to have become a scholar, like the warrior strived to do. So it makes him feel more comfortable that in a few universes, he got the peace he wanted. Itâs not easy, fighting for peace, but it feels good when you earn it. The Scholar earned it. The Warrior was still getting there.
Trying to switch back onto a more positive topic, the Warrior comments;Â âSo... a Merging with Vegeta, huh? I never thought Iâd see something like that. When Dad died, Vegeta was still trying to kill him. He just stopped to become a Super Saiyan along the way.â
cxldtyrantâ:
     The Arcosian Emperor had travelled far from his intergalactic domain to seek out the man who had brought dishonor to his bloodline. Though the eldest son of Cold had finally (and rightfully) been given the crown that was denied while his little brother lived, dissatisfaction of how it was obtained had tainted what jubilation he would have felt otherwise. Rather than by his own merits, it was simply passed along due to being the remaining heir⌠one final slight by his wretched father, who had long since passed. It was an unacceptable reasoning, especially as he had continuously proven himself far more level-headed and capable of leadership compared to his flighty brother.
     So, in order to cleanse himself of this familial shame and cement himself as the true heir of the Cold Empire, Cooler had decided on accomplishing the one thing his brother had failed to achieve before his death: eliminating this co-called Super Saiyan. The man they called Son Goku. And what better way to draw him out, then by invading his adoptive home planet and smoking him out?
     And yet, there was something peculiar about this world; the populace was surprisingly small, even less than that of a dwarf planet. And despite the destruction he had caused, this Super Saiyan had yet to appearâno, instead, another with a similar visage to him had shown up, screaming with righteous fury and platitudes of lament towards the loss of innocents. The violet-toned Arcosian ceased his onslaught as he turned his scarlet irises onto the other man, his obsidian lips curling into a contemplative frown as he examined the orange-clad warrior.
     âI am Cooler, Emperor of the Universe⌠and eldest brother of Freeza,â he responded to the dark-eyed warrior, his tail flickering about dangerously. âNow tell me, boy⌠where is Son Goku? Where is this Super Saiyan, who destroyed my little brother?â
Little Brother? That comment made it all click together like a puzzle in the Warriorâs mind. His fists clenched and he gave the elder Frost Demon a look of frustrated rage. The way his knuckles cracked from the tightness of his fists could be heard. The mention of his fatherâs full name calms him though. Not in a way that assures him that this will be an easy day, but in a way that reminds him to remain level headed. Son Gohan realizes that the triumphs of the father, and subsequently the trouble they bring, shall fall upon him. He once heard the term âThe Sins of the Father shall weigh upon the son.â and even though destroying Freeza was no sin, he realized that all the slime of his remaining empire would come seeking revenge for their fallen emperor.
He didnât account for Family, though. This world had been ravaged though. Destroyed and dominated by two cyborgs who craved nothing but what they deemed âfunâ. That was the destruction of anything lower then them. Son Gohan was currently in the process of cleaning up their reign of destruction after having returned from a hard fought battle in the past. So the world was fragile state right now, and some self proclaimed âemperor of the universeâ isnât going to make it any better. He wonât allow this bastard to destroy his home just because of something that happened so long ago!Â
âSon Goku is dead. Claimed by a heart virus.â He says, calmly, but the overtones of fury behind his voice are all so apparent. âI am his last son... Son Gohan. If you came looking for a fight, then Iâll be your opponent.â He clenched fists tightly and began gritting teeth. Cooler game looking for a Super Saiyan? Heâd get one. Hair begins to raise, black locks soak with a golden color. His eyes go from a darker color, to a brighter more vibrant green. A roar of power is let out as a fiery aura explodes around him, wind rushing around him.Â
âIf thatâs what you came for, youâll have to settle for me! I wonât go down quietly, though!â He narrows his gaze at Cooler. âYou still have a chance to walk away, though. Take it!â

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      Her leg slammed into his side and, as planned, sent him careening into the sea. Another inward pout; she hoped he might be able to resist her better in the powered up state. However, it seemed his attack drained even more of his already dangerously depleted energy tank. She supposed she had no own to blame but herself; she took a mental note to scale back the waves of clones she bombarded the last heroes with. Or hero. Trunks would be all that was left after this but. Gohan would be devoured, his power stockpiling onto her own.
      Which meant she couldnât let him die just yet. Her snacks required life. And what a pitiful way for such a diligent and resilient fighter to go down after all his struggles. She would honor him with being her first treat since awakening rather than drowning in freezing water.
     Diving downward, 21 pierced the surface of the water, chill etching over her skin and seeping into the remnants of her clothing. A mere discomfort for the android. She found him drifting lower and lower into the depths, too exhausted to fend death off himself. She dove deeper and grasped his ankle before shooting back to the waterâs surface and out of its icy clutches.
      She tossed him onto shore, his limp body skidding across the ice. â Drowning is not how you die, Gohan. It wouldnât be any fun or particularly helpful to my cause. â She strode over to him, slow. A predator deciding just how to feast on her prey. â Now what should I turn you into? Cake? A donut or ĂŠclair? Or perhaps a macaron? My mouth is watering just thinking about it! â
When she gets within inches of him, his eyes snap open. Like a dead possum suddenly springing into a growling hyena, he fights off all urges of pain just too be able to do this. His body roars in agony as he moves, it physically hurts to even manage a feat like this, but itâs what he has to do to ensure his won survival. âFeast on this!â His middle and index fingers raise to his temple and a bright white light of energy flares out like a flash bang. âTAIYO-KEN!!!â The Solar flare exploding out like a micro sun.
If she manages to be blinded by the solar flare, the next phase of his plan comes into action. Heâll not even bother to try and hit her. Itâd just give away his position- itâd be stupid too. He instead just hurls a ki bomb at her feat in order to create an explosion of smoke and light that will add even more confusion. Then, he suppresses his energy into levels that are unreadable. He canât be found or detected or else this entire plan is left to waste. He canât leave Trunks to fend on his own either. He needs to be warned about this Androidâs ability.Â
Heâll try and flee into the nearby ruined village that the clones attacked and hide among the rubble and crumbled buildings, trying to find a place to hide. If she flees, or takes time to search, she wonât find him immediately and maybe he can rest up just enough to gain enough strength back for a fighting chance. Anything to give him an edge.Â
Thatâs all he needs right now. An edge.
friezxâ:
Friezaâs eyes could roll straight out of their sockets.
Short. Childish. Fearful. A glowing review of that caliber should have easily set Frieza off into a flurry of threats to vaporize this son of a Saiyan, but with his father and his brother in the audience, he didnât feel like throwing a tantrum. What would Cooler say? No doubt some snide comment about his size. Youâre acting your age again, Frieza.
He doesnât dignify Gohan with more than a twitch. However-
Super Saiyan. His gaze narrows, darkly shaded by disgust, a scoff caught in his throat.
âThen why donât you sit this one out, Gohan? Let your Super Saiyan father fight me- Iâd so hate to embarrass you in front of your own family.â
His tail smacks the ground, and his lips curl into a sneer.
âBecause what Iâm about to do to you will be nothing less.â
âOh donât worry, Freeza. Youâre going to fight a Super Saiyan.â He narrows his gaze. âIt isnât going to be my father, though.â and as he says this, he clenches his fist. The smile disappears as he channels his inner rage, inner fighting spirit. His warrior power. Veins pop out on his forehead as teeth grit, black hair raising itself as wind picks up around Gohanâs feet.Â
Eyes transform into a green color, washing like ink drowning into water as it begins to spike up. Rocks and loose debris picking up as growls turn to roar and suddenly the Half Saiyan letâs out a roar. A flash of golden light and a flaming aura furiously consuming him as he lets out a â RAUGH !!!! â
Soon, the light clears and the dust settles. The Golden energy pulsating around Gohan as he stares down Freeza. Suddenly his smirk returns. This feels cathartic; Showing the transformation the tyrant fears right to his face. He narrows his gaze.Â
âSo... Shall we begin, Lord Frieza?âÂ
berscrkerâ:
The amount of force was unexpected, managing to push the larger Saiyan back as he undergoes the series of hooks and punches shortly after. He staggers back with every blow he takes, his vision becoming nothing but a mix of orange and gold as his head is knocked from left to right, up and down.
Not once does the stain of hate plastered on his face go away though. Not once does he cry in agony, beg for mercy, or plead for the pummeling to end. Heâs enjoying this. Every second of it. Every punch that makes contact with his body practically fuels him with his insatiable lust for battle. Itâs pushing him further into the battle hungry machine he was created to be, making him angrier by the second. Heâs practically begging for more. He wants to feel Kakarotsâ anger again. Feel how much stronger - or weak -Â heâs become.
This was nothing! Broly had felt worse. He was nothing back on New Vegeta and he was as worthless as ever now. This time, he would tear him apart bathe in his blooâ
    âKRGHâ!!!â
A muffled sound of pain breaks though Brolysâ teeth in response to the fist making direct contact with his prominent battle scar gifted to him by Kakarot himself. He felt that familiar pain again. Actual pain. Heâs practically lurched forward to the point of falling on the others shoulder as the sheer wave of it floods his body. This wasnât happening. He wasnât going to relive that nightmare again! He REFUSES to lose to him again!
    âRrrrrrhâŚâ A growl swallows up his pain as he quickly gathers himself, an arm shooting up to grip the wrist of the same fist that tried to reopen that wound. His grip grows tighter as he yanks the arm down, forcing the other towards him to deliver a deadly headbutt to the face with enough force that would have shattered a typical humans skull. This is followed up with Brolysâ free hand quickly gathering energy in the meantime while he uses the opportunity to swing the other around in a full circle before throwing him to create distance.
Whether or not Gohan managed to collect himself before hitting the ground didnât matter, Broly remained locked on target. Without a seconds notice, the shimmering green mass in his hand was launched forward at high speed, followed by another, then another, picking up speed until a complete barrage was sent forth in Gohansâ direction.
An easy to dodge move for the most part, definitely, but it would leave the earth more scarred than it already was and hopefully keep the other at bay while Broly collected himself from that single punch.
The headbutt leaves him disoriented for a moment, and as heâs flung through the air, he has to spin and shake his head in order to regain his bearings. When Broly had grabbed his wrist, he had felt a crushing pressure, but his rage was overpowering. The only time heâs ever felt this much anger toward a person was after the androids had killed Piccolo. Piccolo had been an uncle, and at times as good of a father-figure as the actual Father that was Son Goku. To see him struck down with little effort and left to rot in a pool of his own blood had sent Gohan over the edge, enough to unlock the legendary form that he battled Broly in now. Over the years, anger and frustration had fueled him enough to battle the androids head on... but never this much. Heâd never been this angry before. He felt himself gradually powering up with each hit heâd received and everything that Broly had done to make him angry.
They were Saiyans, through and through. Sons of the last generation of Planet Vegeta. Sons of those whoâd survived the fire. Though Broly was much older, Gohan felt a closer connection to him then arguably his father had had with him. It wasnât due to any shared history, either. It was just due to how similar their nature was, but how opposite their uses of power were. Broly was a fighter, lusting for battle and an increase of strength. He was a Warrior who thirsted for blood. Son Gohan, on the other hand, was a fighter who strived to protect the innocent. A Warrior who fought for peace and justice; The Preservation of life.
The first few energy bombs make contact with him. He shields his arms over his body as they collide with him. Each one wrapping him in a small explosion of light and a large mound of smoke. Part of his gi is torn near the upper right shoulder. His sleeves are torn and bruises and burns are caked around his forearms. His wristbands are also scuffed now, so are his pants and wasitbelt. He growls though, resolve hardening. With a sudden roar of power, his aura explodes around him. Gohan swipes the last few energy barrage bombs away as they explode in the air. Then he dashes towards Broly and prepares to kick him directly in the face with a more powered up form.Â
Gohan is utilizing every drop of power he has now. He wants to see Broly bleed, especially if the giant Saiyan is going to slaughter as many as he claims by destroying this world. He needs to feel the pain of all those heâs made suffer through his violent ways. He wonât tolerate such injustice. With a sudden shout and a cock of his leg he prepares the powerful kick.
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âYou have a dream. In it, your Father's been acting different. Nothing jarringly different, save the disconnect that he's alive- but he's pretty much the way you remember him, and if he isn't exactly that way, your brain tells you that it's just dream logic- that you don't remember him correctly because you were just a boy. He's been acting differently lately and that's all you know. He talks a little more precisely. He sneers a little at your mother sometimes and isn't as gentle as you remember, but you must be remembering it wrong. You don't remember your father drenched with the blood of your family but you must be remembering it wrong. You don't remember helping him, but you must be wrong because you did. You did.â
Thatâs the way he wants to remember it, doesnât it? That everything was just peaches and cream before he came. That it was just... his father, with aid of Gohan that lead to the death of all his family members. Itâs not though. In this dream his body morphs several times over. Heâll be a boy, back from Namek and awaiting his Fatherâs return. Heâll be adorned in Saiyan armor with a long pony tail, but then heâll be a bit more grown. Some training with Piccolo keeps him in shape... but his fatherâs returned. This is where the dream gets jarring, and confusing. This is where The Dream diverges.Â
Gohan is crying, starring at his Father... whose lying dead on the bed with his mother weeping at his side. Then his father sits up, and this is when Gohan feels a sudden shift in himself. His mother is suddenly knocked to the floor, her neck cracking. The Ox-King is blasted against the door, sliding down the wall as blood seeps from his mouth. Then, his eye is suddenly cut open by an invisible force. His arm explodes, but Gohan doesnât react. His tears dry away and turn to steam from sudden heat. His face goes numb and neutral.
His father sits up, and in that moment his orange gi soaks with a black ink and he sits up. His Father is not his father. His Father is the Imposter; Goku Black. Gohan is a grown man now, almost thirty, his clothes no longer repersent the Daiamo clan. His fatherâs gi now adorns him, and one sleeve is loose and the scars have healed more ugly then before. Wind howls and concrete dust floats admist the air, rubble and debris scattered everywhere. Flames crackle to life and screams echo through the night, admist explosions of energy and power. The two figures have locked eyes, one smiling like a madman while the other clenches fist and stares with a face of neutral disappointment.
Then, with an explosive power, golden energy surrounds Gohan. It explodes from him like a wildfire. A beast enraged. His teeth grind together and he lets out a minor huff of effort as his hair flares up and his aura explodes around him. The energy howling as his arm returns to him. Years have passed, battles have hardened him and he stands at full power. Heâs ready for anything that has to be thrown his way. Heâs ready for whatever comes his way. The figure adorned in black imposing himself as his Father and preaching about the sins of mankind roars out a monstrous yell and dashes for Gohan, who is prepared for anything.
And The Dream ends. Gohan never knows if he wins. He always wakes up before that. He never defeats the demon. Heâs not sure if heâs the one whose even supposed to do it... but he can feel a pit in his stomach when Goku Black comes for him, the same pit he felt when The Androids invaded Earth. The Same pit he felt when he lost his arm. The Same pit he felt all those times before.
The pit of doubt.
But itâs just a dream.Â
                        Itâs just a dream.
risingsoulsâ:
      Her glee dissipated into a pout as the light of Gohanâs transformation faded upon impact with the ice, spiderweb cracks spinning out from his still form. Surely she hadnât overestimated him. Despite his battles with her clones, he still had more to give, and his data spurred her to force it out of him and see just how far she could push him for her own benefit. But his hair shifting back to its usual black hue after a single attack proved disappointing.
      He rose to his feet again, and the rage contorting his features returned the hostile grin to her features. Her taunt had done its work, and his shouts echoed off the ice in a terrifyingly beautiful chorus. How power leapt with the return of gold and green, bounding far above his previous state. Her heart pounded in her chest. Hunger roared in her with greater appeal, urging her to take this chance to turn the hybrid into a delectable, power-packed sweet for her to devour. But she could get more out of him. She just knew it.
       She watched him shift his arm back, blue-white energy forming in his palm. His fatherâs signature attack. How fitting for this moment. She considered dodging once more, but where was the fun in that? If it didnât render him hopeless, wouldnât seeing her take the brunt of his blast and survive advocate better for him to come at her with his all?
      The wave of ki shot toward her, propelled by his aggression and need to destroy her. 21 lifted her arms and crossed them in front of her. Light and heat overtook her. Pain erupted all over her body, a delightful sting of power. Fabric frayed and tore, her glasses cracked. Finally, the frozen tundra came back into focus and she lowered her arms. With a small huff, she shook out her hair and discarded her nearly destroyed lab coat with the ease and nonchalance of one who spilled coffee on it rather than taking a life threatening blast.
      â That was my favorite coat, Gohan, â she chided, dusting her now torn, color blocked dress off. In a blink she shot down to him and swung her leg into his side, the force of which would send him sailing into the icy sea should it make contact properly.
The Kick sends him spiraling through the air. He can feel a crack burning through his body as he spirals through the air and into the water. A large crash of water consumes him. Like knives the cold plunges into his skin. He can only hope Trunks feels the drop of energy and knows the danger looming near him. His vision starts to go blurry as he falls deep into the water, back eventually hitting the floor of the lake as he feels the water filling his lungs. Itâs icy, but his skinâs already numb from the pain heâs endured.
Heâs tired. Heâs so tired. He canât give up like this, can he? Fighting forever and defending the planet only to be a victim of exhaustion, drowning at the bottom of a lake as the red eyes of his killer peer above the glassy water. Heâs not sure what her plans are for him. All he knows is that he canât let them come to fruition. So he needs to act fast, and his only plan of action right now is to use the TaiyĹken as soon as she gets close to him. Once he does that, heâll have to suppress his energy and bury himself under something as soon as he can.
He hates that he has to resort to these tactics. He hasnât had to hide from an opponent since The Androids took his arm. After travelling back to the past, wishing it back, and returning, all of his fights have gone one of two ways- Heâs won, or Luck has saved him. The battles with Goku Black always ended one way or the other, with Trunks and Gohan managing to evade Black with a well placed attack or via the Time Machine. There wasnât full on energy suppression and hiding for quite some time. It would be stupid to suppress now, even if his energy is dangerously low. Heâs borderline undetectable now. However, she knows where he landed.
Heâll wait for her to grab him before hitting her with the Solar Fist attack. Something heâs gonna have to borrow from Tien... Hopefully the martial artist is giving his premission from Otherworld. He needs her to hurry though. His bodyâs too weak to move and the water is beginning to fill his lungs. Heâll drown soon.Â

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â...of getting enough money to move out of this cave. I was gonna pawn it off.â
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This arena was vast. Big. There were many old foes and new foes scattered across the tourney. Though, there were also some allies. It was always a gamble to participate in Tournaments with shady figures, Trunks and Gohan put two and two together pretty quickly that if their guards were let down theyâd be in for a heap of trouble. Especially with the fact that there was a universe here with the androids. Though they were much stronger then them now... If they teamed up with someone like Cell, or Cooler even... Theyâd be as much of a threat as the shadowy figure looming back in their timeline. A wish with the dragonballs could send them packing, which is why they were participating.
So in the meantime, itâs best to have allies. Back to back, Trunks and Gohan survey each universe, trying to figure out whoâd be best to socialize with first. They try to encourage Android 16 to do some talking as well, but heâs fine in their stands, so eventually the half saiyans elect to approach the two universes seemingly mirroring each other.Â
âRight... You take the one with your Dad, and mine. Youâve got more experience with them... And.... Iâd rather face my Dad in the ring. That feels more right to me. Iâll go over to the opposite one, try and get to know the others there.â And with a bump of their forearms, Master and Student separate for now. It was strange, eyeing the Son Gohan from that ring. He looked like a scholar, something the Warrior wanted to be back home... but the threat of the androids forced him to become a Warrior. Despite it all though, The Scholar had this IMMENSE energy emanating off of him. It lead The Warrior to believe that he had, at one point, fought. Heâd earned his peace... as evident by his family. The Warrior had not earned his peace, yet.Â
Approaching the barrier separating the stands, The Warrior calls out to The Scholar. âGood Afternoon! Do you mind if I come into your stand?âÂ
Destroy My Muse On Anon
Provoke them, upset them, frighten them, make them cry! I want tears and regret and pain and just plain oodles of angst.
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When she heard someone come in, she had expected Goku or her 11 year old son. The man she found standing in the main room was neither, and yetâŚâŚ even the orange gi he was wearing aside, he looked familiar. Like she should know him.
Then he spoke.
âGohanâŚ.?âÂ
 âAre youâŚ.â From the future timeline? âOh noâŚ.â Abruptly rushing forward, she looked at him closer, feeling the scar over his eye, seeing just how battle hardened he looked. âThey didnât tell me you were here, tooâŚ.â There was a tremble in her voice now, and oh she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. Just thinking about what hardships her boy must have gone through, even if this Gohan wasnât her boy, strictly speakingâŚ.. it broke her heart. She had heard some of the story from the other timeline. But hearing about it was one thing, seeing was anotherâŚ.
Breathing slowly, she manages to calm herself down for the most part, and with slightly unsteady hands she beckons him to sit down. âIâll make ya some tea anâ yer favorite snack, okay?â
When she reaches out to touch his scar he hesitates, recoiling a bit. Itâs strange, this encounter. The scar is healed in a way that makes it ugly. Itâs permeant, will never go away. Most of these scars will never go away. It was only thanks to the Dragonballs of this time that he was able to wish his arm back, which was something he had to do before he saw her. The very sight of him without an arm would crush her. A scar is one thing, but all that damage for a mother to see is cruel. Itâs cruel and disgusting to put someone through that pain, and he hates that the mother in his timeline hasnât heard from him... that he hasnât had the strength or guts to face her. Heâs... ashamed of himself. He feels like heâs let her down.
âItâs.... Itâs okay.â You donât have to do that. You donât have to pretend that itâs okay. You can scream and yell if you want. Please donât say you support this. Please, be angry. Heâs finding it hard to remain stoic. He wants her to be mad, wants her to hate that heâs become a fighter.... because if she hates him, then it means the one in his timeline hates him too. Someone who hates you wonât worry about you, wonât go through stress every night worrying if youâll make it back or not in one piece. They wonât ask about whether or not youâve eaten enough or if youâre sleeping somewhere warm. Which he hasnât. He sleeps in a cave with a radio, a lantern and a outside. Always a radio is on to give reports about the death toll caused by the androids. Always he has to put off a fight because heâs too tired.
Now here, with Cell, with everything feeling so hopeless and insignificant... he debates on whether they should run back to the future with their tail tucked between their legs- him and Trunks. Cell would just follow, wouldnât he? He canât just abandon his father, Piccolo, Krillin, Bulma... Mom... He just canât. So he stays, regardless of whether or not this is a fight they can win. Heâs not sure. Finally though, he focuses in on the now and looks up at her.
âJust... Just tea is fine, Ma...â He says quietly. His Dad mustâve just recovered from the Heart Virus. She looks dressed in the same outfit she wore on the day he died in their future timeline. This is why heâs finding it so hard to look at her. Sheâs wearing the face she wore on their worst day... and still with compassion in her tone and face... regardless of the unsteady hands. He tries to make conversation, regardless. âThings have been stressful recently... Are you okay?â
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      Though his kick was swift, the bioandroid bent back to avoid its arc, the power behind it apparent in the gust the brushed over her front and mussed her hair. He hadnât lost all his fight yet. Good. She dodged and blocked each blow that followed, each one surprisingly sure for his current state. It surprised her that he had yet to transform, as she was well aware that he was capable of far more than this. If she remembered her data correctly, he had not ascended beyond the first Super Saiyan tier. If he had not figured it out already, he would realize soon enough that wouldnât be enough to defeat her.
      With a staged yawn, 21 caught his fist in her hand. Strong. Despite his exhaustion. Such palpable rage, delectable strength. â Come now, Gohan. You can do better than this. Your father would be so disappointed. â Crimson energy built in her free palm, wicked grin twisting her lips. â Youâre going to make this too easy for me! â
      She shoved the sphere of ki into his abdomen and released his fist in hopes of sending him crashing to the rubble far beneath them.
Heâs sent flying into the ground, only having moments before heâs able to look her in the eyes before heâs sent crashing into the ground. A loud BOOM echoing through the air as the ice smashes under him and cold water splashes against his skin. It feels like a cold knife stabbing into hot skin. Before he can even get up, gold vanishes from his hair, turning to a dark black. It rises into the air like a white, golden glittery dust. Heâs out of energy and sheâs knocked the Super Saiyan out of him. Thereâs nothing he can do. He canât even really get up, as the moment he gets up onto a knee- he crashes back onto his back, letting out a loud sigh.Â
He was totally powerless against her. Like a snake that struck a tired lamb, he was totally helpless to defend against her. Each pierce of her fangs injecting more and more venom into him until he was nothing more then a poisoned animal. Her words echo through his head as he remembers what she just said to him only moments ago, âYOUR FATHER WOULD BE DISSAPOINTED.â His face cringes, contorting at the idea of his father looking down on him with shame. After all heâs done to defend the world from Goku Black, The Androids, everything heâs done to train Trunks and to defend the little populace left after all the waning destruction. His eyes snap open. His fists clench and he pushes himself up to his feet, ice and snow crunching under him as he musters up the strength to stand onto his feet.
âHow the hell would you know what my father thinks?â
He feels this surge of rage swirling inside him. Blood is dripping down his face and the bruises are causing this numbness to consume his body, but the numbness is burned away by this flame igniting in his chest. The ice cracking underneath him as snow and water is pushed away. Far, Far away. He spits blood out onto the ice, the red standing out as he says something so smug, youâd think it was the spirit of Piccolo talking, that or Vegeta. âI hate to break it to you, bitch... but heâs been dead a long time. What he thinks doesnât matter anymore.â His eyes suddenly snap up at her, and this enraged fury in his heart re-energizes a spark in him. His eyes flood with a green and his hair spikes up before his aura explodes around him and his hair turns gold again. His clothes ruffle from the wind and he pulls an arm back.Â
âThe only thing worth thinking about right now, is the HERE and NOW... and whatâs going to happen here and now is simple. My name is Son Gohan! And I will be the one to defeat you!â He shouts at her as blue energy grows around his palms and his arms are pulled back. His aura flares up and expands with each passing second as he mutters out a, âKA.... MAE.... HA.... MAE....â The blue energy littering with white sparks as it shatters the ice around him, the platform Gohanâs standing on barely supporting him. Before he finishes the iconic chant that comes before the attack, he takes a sharp inhale and braces himself. Then he hurls his palm forward and letâs loose his strongest energy wave toward the rampaging majin android, the brightness of the energy and sheer size of it causing the sky to darken as it roars through the air.
âHA!!â

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KAKAROT DLC 3 SPOILERS
FUCK!!!!!! I JUST REEMEMBERED GOHAN DIDNâT KEEP HIS PROMISE TO CHICHi!!!