"HRAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Gohan threw his head back and howled in rage up towards the sky as flashes of lightning swirled around him. The teen let the anger and pain consume his entire being, his hair flaring into gold and his muscles becoming increasingly defined along his scarred arms.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Bido screamed out, shielding his eyes from the waves of pure energy radiating off the boy.

Bojack didn't respond; he merely stood wide-eyed as he watched the demi-Saiyan transform into a new version of himself. The deafening cries of rage echoed across the land. The cries were so animalistic, so full of anguish and torment, it was impossible to believe that they came from a boy so young. Not to mention his rapid changes in appearance; the disheveled jet black hair bursting into angry spikes of gold, the remarkable definition of his muscles despite his tall, lanky stature, the unimaginable ki…

Bojack knew he had been after one hell of a powerful being…but this bizarre scene was most definitely not what he'd had in mind. It's not possible…this boy is no human! He's something outworldly…but what?!

Gohan's cry cut off and his chest heaved up and down. He bared his teeth, shaking with fury. It had been three years, almost four, since he had last transformed into his Super Saiyan 2 state. Nearly four years since the Cell games when he had lost his father. When he had killed Goku.

And now he had allowed his mother and little brother to be killed by not being there for them.

Why the fuck do I destroy everything that comes near me…?

The boy opened his eyes, revealing two luminescent orbs as bright as cyan, burning with hatred as he glared over at the man who had murdered his mother and little brother.

"You…are going…to fucking pay," Gohan growled ominously, his gold bangs fluttering over his daggering eyes.

Bojack soaked in the extraordinary sight before him, a slow grin spreading across his face. "In all my existence…I never could have imagined such incredible power," the man breathed out in awe. A slow chuckle escaped his throat as he positioned himself in his fighter stance. "It's a shame Zangya is going to miss out on this…get ready, boys…this is going to be a fight to remember!"

As Piccolo prepared his Special Beam Cannon attack at Zangya, who stood awaiting his first move, the two were suddenly taken aback when a thundering cry of rage sounded off in the distance, followed by a burst of immense ki.

Piccolo gasped, sensing Gohan's power level peaking to an all-time high. His concentration faltered as he quickly turned in the direction of the Son house, fearing for the demi-Saiyan's life.

Gohan…whatever this threat is, it's found him already… He grit his teeth, distress for his student's well-being overtaking his senses. I was foolish not to predict they would be after someone of his strength…I can't be too late to help him!

"What the hell?!" Zangya twisted around to look off into the distance. "No way that power is coming from that pasty bitch back there…what the hell is this?" She furrowed her brow with worry. Bojack…

Piccolo's features tightened, the direness of the situation beginning to dawn on him. Not since Cell has there been an enemy that pushed Gohan to this extreme…only now, the kid is a ticking time bomb…he doesn't know how to control his emotions or his power, and Goku isn't here to set him straight anymore…

Zangya's gaze darted back down to the Namekian, remembering her duty. This asshole needs to go…I have to get back to Bojack!

Taking advantage of the distraction, she stole a chance to fire a powerful ki blast down at Piccolo while he was turned away.

From his peripheral vision, Piccolo saw a flash of yellow shooting in his direction. Pivoting back around to Zangya, he realized her attack just in time to meet the blast head on.

FUCK!

The neon ball of energy crashed into the green alien, and he flew back meters away, crying out in surprise. The ground caved in under the force, and his body lied battered in a crater formed deep in the earth.

Fucking bitch… Piccolo grunted in pain as he struggled to lift himself up for the second time. He glared up at the woman, who floated above him. Only she wasn't looking down at him; she was staring wide-eyed off into the distance where Piccolo had sensed Gohan's rising power level.

Piccolo forced himself into a standing position, pressing two fingers to his temple once more.

"Bojack…" Zangya whispered quietly to herself. "This power…it's more intense than we thought…he could be in danger…"

Now it was Piccolo's turn to take advantage. He quickly mustered up what strength he had left in him and fired his attack at Zangya.

"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!"

Zangya barely saw the flashing yellow stream in time to duck out of the way, the blast burning through her shoulder as she cried out in pain. She fell hard to the ground, clutching her shoulder where the Namekian had hit her.

"Fucking asshole!" She screamed down towards the green alien, who was breathing heavily from the loss of energy.

Zangya fearfully inspected her injury; her shoulder was gashed open, green liquid oozing out in chunks to the ground and her bone protruded through the teal skin. Squeezing her eyes shut, Zangya soldiered through the pain and lifted herself up, clutching the wound.

"I'll finish you off later," she growled down to Piccolo, before jumping up and flying off in the direction of the Son house. Bojack…master, please be safe!

Piccolo climbed up out of the hole in the earth, grunting as he came out onto the surface. Gohan… He could feel the demi-Saiyan's power level rising off the charts. It's far greater than when he fought Cell…what could have possibly pushed Gohan to this?!

There was no way the woman he had just encountered was all there was to it. He could feel several more foreign ki's from where his student was, one so extraordinary it caused the Namekian to shudder.

Piccolo's face grew dark as he realized the grim truth. No matter how much he wanted to help Gohan, he knew he wasn't strong enough to stand a chance among these creatures, whatever they were.

But that wasn't about to stop him from doing anything he could to protect his precious student. He floated up into the air and flew as fast as his battered body could carry him.

Gohan…I'm coming!

Vegeta was still standing outside after his confrontation with Blair. Rather than chase after them, he stood by himself in silence, debating on whether or not the witch would hold true to her threats. He had his family to fear for should he turn her in…but leave her be, and there was no telling what she was capable of as a wild fugitive.

Especially after the mental instability he had just witnessed in her.

The prince furrowed his brow in deep thought at the ground, comparing his options, when suddenly Bulma appeared behind him with Trunks in her arms.

"Vegeta?" She questioned, her voice interrupting the Saiyan's thoughts and causing him to pivot around. His black eyes locked with hers. The image of his wife balancing their four-year-old son on her hip and the loving countenance on her face brought a slow melt to his icy heart. "Dinner is ready, dear. The cook prepared it while I was in the workroom. Aren't you hungry by now?"

Vegeta's frown slowly curled into a small smile. "Forgive me. I was busy dealing with Kakabrat and that woman. He always manages to inconvenience me at the worst times."

Bulma's eyes filled with concern. "Woman? You don't mean…" Her voice trailed off.

Vegeta scowled. "Yes, I do. The one who murdered the old hag Baba. He has a very sick obsession, so it seems." For what reason, I've yet to find out…

Bulma gasped, trying to contain her fear and worry in the presence of her young son. "But…doesn't that mean he's in danger? Vegeta, what should we do?"

Vegeta came forward and placed a comforting hand on Bulma's shoulder. Despite his cold personality, he truly loved his wife and child. And the thought of them enduring the tortures Blair had described to him made his Saiyan blood boil with a passion he had never felt before, not even in the heat of battle. Ever since he first realized his feelings towards the female, for the first time in his life, he had felt a cause; something worth training and fighting for.

"Don't worry about him, Bulma," he assured her. "I don't like accepting it, but he's strong enough to take care of himself." He stared off into the distance where Gohan had flown off. I just hope he doesn't give it all up to that witch…

Bulma shifted Trunks onto her other side, a deep frown etching itself onto her pleasant features. "I don't know Vegeta…Gohan just doesn't seem like himself anymore. He even told me that Chichi has been talking about sending him to a mental hospital…" She struggled to stop the tears from forming in her eyes, not wanting Trunks to see his mother upset.

Though it pained him to see his wife near tears, Vegeta couldn't help it; at the mention of Gohan potentially being sent to a mental asylum he had to choke back a laugh. He noticed Bulma glaring at him as he did so. He quickly cleared his throat and righted himself. "If it makes you feel better, I'll continue keeping a close eye on the brat," the prince wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, grinning at his son who responded with a punky smirk of his own. "For now, let's go inside and eat before thinking about that gothic mess of a child causes me to lose my appetite."

Bulma frowned at how casually Vegeta was brushing off the thought of Gohan clinging to a murderous woman. Yet as he wrapped his arm around her, she could also feel his muscles tensing up. He's not telling me everything…

She could read her husband like a book. Although for now, it didn't seem like the right time to turn the page.

Dammit… Bulma thought to herself, biting her lip. Her thoughts raced with frightening possibilities of what could happen to Gohan while he was around the woman who had murdered Baba. She shuddered slightly, recalling the blank look on the violet-haired female's face, no remorse as she stood over her slaughtered kill.

Vegeta and Trunks both cocked an eyebrow at her at the same time, evidently feeling the tremble that went through her. She mentally shook herself free of any fears and negative thoughts. I'll get to the bottom of this later…for now, I have a son and husband to look after.

"Okay," she complied, smiling at her lover in an attempt to ease the concern in his black eyes. "Let's go in. I hope the cook made a lot because I don't know about you but I'm star–"

Suddenly, Vegeta twisted around, staring wide-eyed off in the opposite direction.

What the fuck?! That power level…Gohan?!

"Vegeta? Vegeta, what is it?" Bulma tugged at her husband's arm while Trunks pouted at his father's behavior.

"Bulma, get inside. Take Trunks with you," Vegeta growled to his family. "Something is happening…something dangerous…" That powerful ki we felt must be one fuck of an enemy if Gohan was pushed to this…

Bulma's eyes welled up at the Saiyan's words. "It's Gohan, isn't it?"

The prince tensed up, but remained silent.

"Vegeta, tell me!"

"Get inside, NOW!" The Saiyan shouted back at her, flying up into the air and bursting off towards the immense ki he was feeling.

"Vegeta!" Bulma set Trunks down and gripped onto the boy's hand as she watched her husband disappear from sight.

"Mom?" Trunks tugged at her hand, trying to get her attention. "C'mon, Ma, where'd Dad go now?"

Bulma quivered in fear, wondering after all these years of peace what could have possibly brought her husband, the prince of Saiyans, to look so frightened for their well-being.

"Call everyone here!" Dende shouted orders to Mr. Popo as he paced along the Lookout, his forehead creased in fear.

"W…what? But Kami, they need to be out fighting this beast!" Mr. Popo stammered out, shocked at the small Namekian's orders. "We should tell the Z Fighters to go help Goh–"

"NO!" Dende commanded, trying his best to sound assertive. "They won't stand a chance against these threats; their power is too great! Rally them here so we can all start forming some sort of plan!" Until then, Gohan will just have to hold them off on his own…dammit!

Mr. Popo opened his mouth to argue, but one look at the newfound intensity in Dende's eyes, and he knew it was no use. He nodded quietly and pivoted back into the temple to call upon the Z Fighters.

Once his assistant was out of sight, Dende's small shoulders slumped over, exhausted from having to keep up the confident front.

Goku and Piccolo have placed too much trust in me… The guardian gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. His senses were raging with the unimaginable ki's of the battle about to begin below on Earth.

Come on, Dende…pull yourself together…Goku was counting on you to keep this planet safe!

The tiny Namekian clenched his fists with determination as he awaited the arrival of the Z Fighters.

I just hope they've managed to find the Dragon Balls by now…

"Master…what the hell is this being?" Bujin called out to Bojack as Gohan's energy pushed him back. He dug his heels into the earth to remain where he stood, but still slowly skidded backwards against the intense wind of power.

Bojack let out a hearty laugh and kept his eyes on Gohan, who glared right back with cyan orbs from across the field.

"This, Bujin," he addressed his henchman. "Is the fight I've been itching for for years."

The leading Hera-seijin flexed his muscles and let out a thundering roar. Energy pulsed around him in waves. His already bulking muscles intensified as his power level increased. A grin spread across his broad features as he quickly knelt down, preparing to come at the teen full speed.

"HYAA!" Bojack burst forward towards the demi-Saiyan and hurled a powerful punch at him.

However, right before he made impact with the boy, Gohan snatched the man's arm and twisted it, shocking the Hera-seijin with his abnormally powerful grip.

What the fuck?! Bojack couldn't believe what was happening. In a millisecond, Gohan had cracked the bones in the man's arm and threw him over onto the ground, causing him to land hard on his back.

Fucking brat! Bojack groaned in pain as he quickly got back on his feet, clutching his broken arm and glaring down at the boy before him. The cyan eyes were bloodshot with rage and hatred, his gold hair swaying with the energy and flashes of lighting surrounding him.

Bojack felt a small shudder go through his body. No one had ever been able to land so much as a hit on him before, other than the four Kais back when they trapped him and his Galaxy Soldiers in a star for thousands of years.

The Hera-seijin growled as his wrath consumed him. No way I'm letting a goddamn kid take me out…not after everything I've been through…not after being caged like an animal for fucking millenniums! He righted himself and tensed his muscles in frustration, glaring over at Bido, Bujin, and Kugo.

"Well, come on now, boys!" He barked orders out to his henchmen. "If little Zangya can go fight on her own, then the three of you can sure as hell take down this little fucker with me!"

Bido, Kogu, and Bujin all snapped out of the astonished trance. One by one they looked to one another and nodded, lowering their arms from shielding their eyes and flying towards the demi-Saiyan, surrounding him in a vicious triangle.

Bojack slowly floated backwards while the others were focused on the teen, trying to slip into the background of the battle unnoticed.

Let them face the heat for now, he thought to himself, grinning. Then I can see what this little shit is capable of and know just what I'm dealing with!

As the trio of henchmen surrounded Gohan, the teen glared at them one by one, furious at the smirks they each held on their faces.

"Come on, kid!" One of them called out mockingly. "Show us what you've…GOT!" At the final word, Kogu burst forward and tried to attack Gohan.

The demi-Saiyan let out a cry of rage and conjured up a ki blast within seconds, throwing it forcefully at the Hera-seijin who approached him. As the two collided, a deafening eruption rang out over the field as a bright blue aura of energy blinded them from view. Dirt and smoke encircled the area.

Bido and Bujin were left coughing and surrounded by debris, unable to see who had prevailed in the scuffle.

"Kogu!" Bido called out into the smoky abyss. "Kogu, where are you….!" His cries cut off as the air cleared, revealing the grisly sight before them.

Gohan stood glaring proudly down at Kogu's corpse, lying flat at the teen's feet. Only the dead body had no face to identify it with; it had been blasted into a mash of brains and blood when Gohan had thrown his blast right at the man's head. Lying in the mess of mutilated innards was the bloody stump of a neck that Kogu's body had left.

"That was for smashing my mother's face in, fuckers," the teen growled back at the remaining henchmen.

Bujin and Bido backed up slowly, trembling in astonishment and fear. "M-master…" Bujin stammered out to Bojack. Four years…four years of training for this moment…and he was taken out just like that?!

However, their leader remained silent. He was watching the gruesome display from afar, paralyzed with shock.

How… Bojack's thoughts drowned out the pleas of his remaining Galaxy Soldiers. How could some miserable human child…defeat one of my own in one fucking hit?!

"Master!" Bujin cried louder, backing away from Gohan as the teen approached him with bloodthirst boiling in his cyan orbs. "Master, we need your help–"

"GAAAAH!" Bujin cried out in pain as Gohan burst forward and grabbed him, wrenching the Hera-seijin's rail-thin arm in his crushing grip and raising the him horizontally above his head. Bujin desperately tried to break free of the demi-Saiyan's powerful grasp, his eyes wide with horror as he watched Gohan slowly raise one of his knees.

"…And this is for shattering her spine!" Gohan roared out, feeling vehemence overtake him as he swiftly brought Bujin's body down with great force. His knee made impact with Bujin's back, breaking the man's spine in two, cracking up into him until the broken halves of bone pierced through his chest and stomach.

Bujin writhed in agony, his deafening scream echoing into the sky as his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood poured out from the corpse and showered all over Gohan's body, splattering his pale skin and staining his dark clothes. The teen didn't even blink away the red liquid that spilled into his eyes or dripped into his mouth; his hunger for the blood of the Hera-seijins was so savage, he welcomed it into him.

Bujin's body quickly fell limp in Gohan's arms before he threw it to the dirt several feet away. The corpse left a trail of dark blood in its wake before finally falling still, the mouth hanging open in a permanent scream of agony and the open eyes revealing a milky white film.

Gohan, golden hair flaring wildly and his translucent skin coated in blood, peered over at the last henchman standing. His eyes were more animalistic than human, showing no signs of remorse for what he was doing. A pool of thick, dark blood lied at his feet.

Bido was shaking uncontrollably now. T-this kid…isn't human…! Whatever the fuck he is, it's not of this planet!

"Master!" Bido shouted out to Bojack, who was nowhere to be found. He scanned the area, twisting and darting his eyes around in a frightened trance. "Master, we didn't fucking sign up for this! You need to take care of this psycho little bastard NOW!"

When his only response was silence, Bido began to realize that they had been abandoned to die. He quivered with anger and threw his head back as he roared into the sky. "Fuck you Bojack, you fucking coward! Leaving your men to die in a battle you started while you run and hide!"

Gohan couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the frightened creature, and he let out a light chuckle that quickly erupted into maniacal laughter. He tilted his head back, howling with insane glee up towards the darkening sky. Bido watched the disturbing scene with increasing fear, desperately wanting to run but for the first time in his life feeling paralyzed with pure, undeniable fear.

Once Gohan regained himself, he snapped his head back to Bido. His eyes narrowed mischievously at the teal man as the flashes of lightning surrounding him increased in intensity.

"Don't worry, fucker," Gohan snarled at Bido. "He'll get what's coming to him. For now, I want you to feel what my little brother felt when you assholes murdered him!"

Gohan erupted with rage at the final statement, and he darted towards Bido before the alien could escape.

Gohan gripped the man by the throat, lifting him up over his head in a miraculous feat.

From afar, Bojack watched in awe as the thin, lanky boy easily held up the large alien man that was twice his size and mass like it was nothing.

Bido began hyperventilating with fear, pitifully clawing at Gohan's arm in vain, desperate to be released.

"BOJACK, YOU FUCKING COWARD, SHOW YOURSELF!" Bido screamed as Gohan glared up at him with a smirk on his young, defined face.

"Looks like your master doesn't give a shit about you," the teen mocked him. Bido writhed in Gohan's grasp, trying to break free. "Doesn't matter. You're going to burn, you fucking son of a bitch."

Gohan concentrated his features as he channeled the flashes of lighting around him into the arm that gripped Bido's throat, sending electricity all throughout the teal man's body. Bido shook and convulsed violently as lightning shocked all of his nerves and set his skin aflame, his eyes rolling back into his head as they melted from their sockets and down his cheeks in a bloody ooze. His cries of agony were cut into fragments as he foamed at the mouth, his flesh burning away at the heat of the energy electrocuting him, until he became silent altogether.

Finally, Gohan casually tossed Bido's lifeless body to the ground, a satisfied sneer on his face. The teal corpse was burned to the bone in various sections, revealing his ribcage and most of his skull, smoke rising up out of the eye sockets and spaces between his ribs.

"You died too quickly," Gohan addressed the corpse, spitting down at it. "You all should have suffered more. At least I have one last chance to give you fuckers what you deserve…"

Gohan clenched his fists and glared up towards the sky.

"Well, come on!" He roared into the vast emptiness, scanning the area for Bojack. "Where the fuck are you, oh great master? You really gonna watch me kill your men then hide like a little bitch? Huh?"

Silence rang in the air as the only response, causing Gohan's anger to increase. "Fucking come out! You're going to fucking suffer for what you did!" Gohan was so blinded by his own rage, he didn't even realize he was giving in to the bloodthirsty sadism and making the same mistake as he had in the Cell games. The same mistake the ultimately lead to Goku sacrificing himself to save the Earth and everyone in it.

Suddenly, Gohan felt a massive, powerful blast of ki hit him straight on from above. He howled in pain as his skin burned like acid. He could feel a significant bout of agony shooting down his left leg as he sank into the destroyed earth beneath him.

Smoke and clouds of dirt surrounded the teen as he desperately tried to wave it away to clear his vision. Coughing up blood and forcing his eyes open, Gohan realized he couldn't move one of his legs and could barely move his arms. He attempted to lift himself up, but fell back down several times over.

Never since he had ascended to Super Saiyan 2 had Gohan been so injured by a single hit. Even when he had blocked Vegeta from Cell's attack, it had only taken out one of his arms; this blast felt like it had taken out his entire body. Why the fuck is this guy so damn strong?!

Gohan touched a hand to his hair and was horrified to discover that he was no longer Super Saiyan; the blast had knocked him down to his base state. His black mess of gothy hair hung down over his eyes once more.

Gohan quickly brushed his hair away from his face and lifted his head, searching frantically for where the blast had come from. Far up above him, he saw Bojack still clutching his broken arm and grinning manically down at him.

"Well well well, I suppose I was smart to send my idiot men after you first!" The man roared with laughter down at the injured teen. "Judging from your sadistic style of fighting, I learned to stay the fuck away from fighting you up close! Better to attack you from afar, so it seems." Bojack snickered away, aiming his good arm down at Gohan and preparing another attack to finish the boy off.

Gohan grit his teeth and growled in frustration, slamming his fist into the ground as he failed another attempt to stand up. Fuck fuck fuck…how could I let him catch me off guard like this…I'm more out of practice than Vegeta thought… Gohan struggled to sit up, his arms shaking with pain as he lifted himself into a sitting position. It became obvious to him that his left leg was most likely broken, and just attempting to move caused him to cry out in pain. He didn't even have enough energy in him to fly off the ground. Can't get away…I can't get away…he's going to kill me…just like mom…Goten…

Gohan clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. No…not like this…I'm the kid who killed Cell…no way I'm going down this fucking easy!

A ball of determination forming in his gut, Gohan dragged himself into a standing position. He leaned all of his weight onto the only good leg he had left and fought to ignore the searing pain shooting down the other. Tensing his muscles, he mustered up all the strength he had in him, and raised a battered arm up at Bojack.

I did this one-handed before…let's just hope I can do it again…

"Ka….me…ha…me…" Gohan recited the attack he had known since he was a child, the bright blue ball of energy forming in his palm as he pulled his arm back behind him.

Bojack's eyes widened as he realized the boy was preparing to fight back. Growling in anger, he threw his arm up into the air and aimed his attack at Gohan.

"DIE, KID!" Bojack cackled hysterically as he tossed the neon green ki blast down towards Gohan at unimaginable speed.

"HAAA!" Gohan withdrew any strength he had left in him into his attack, the blue blast shooting up at Bojack and colliding with the green ball of energy headed his way. The collision resulted in a deafening explosion that rang out through the field. Both parties were blown backwards by the force. Gohan was knocked out of the hole in the ground and skidded hard across the field; Bojack crashed downward from where he was flying in the air, forming a second crater in the earth.

Groaning in pain, Gohan spit out dirt and blood, his body feeling as though it had been run over. His left leg was now completely numb. A ringing screeched in his ears. He lifted a hand to his aching head, feeling a deep gash stretching from his ear to his chin from where he had scraped across the ground. He glanced over at where Bojack had fallen, relieved to see that the enemy had yet to regain himself.

Lying flat on his back and gazing up towards the sky, Gohan thought he saw a flash of teal and orange fly by overhead. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was hallucinating. His breath quickened as he began to fear another henchman had arrived to finish him off.

Fuck…fuck fuck fuck I need to get up fuck

Struggling to lift himself off the ground, Gohan could tell from his ragged breaths and aching chest that he had multiple broken ribs. Shit…at least with Cell it was just my arm…what the hell is this guy…

Gohan's chest heaved up and down so forcefully, the simple act of breathing caused his ribs to throb with pain. He kept an eye on the crater Bojack had crashed into, fearing he would see the Hera-seijin rise up out of it any second.

Gohan attempted to move his left leg, which was still rendered numb. He panicked as he realized he couldn't move or feel anything in the limb from his mid-thigh down. Groaning, he forced himself into a sitting position, his left leg still not cooperating with the rest of him. It lied stretched out before him, unmoving, no matter how desperately he tried to work the muscles in it.

To make things worse, his ears were still ringing from the explosion. So not only is my leg a piece of shit, but now I'm probably fucking deaf, the teen thought bitterly to himself, grasping his aching head between his hands and scowling down at his numb-ridden leg.

His left leg merely dragged behind him as he managed to pull together enough strength to rise into a push-up position. Once he did so, one of his hands immediately sunk into the soft ground of dirt beneath him.

Grunting and yanking his hand of the dirt, Gohan felt multiple painful stings etching themselves across the skin of his hand. When he finally pulled his hand free, there were countless light, bleeding scratches all across his palms, fingers, and cutting into the larger veins on the back of his hand.

The fuck…?

Glancing down into the hole his hand had sunk into, Gohan realized he had landed in the same patch of dirt he had buried his razors in earlier that morning. The sharp silver edges crusted with dirt lied cluttered together in a shallow grave.

Gohan's body slowly began to shake, increasing in intensity as hot tears formed in his eyes and slipped down his cheeks, stinging his wounds. He clawed the grains of dirt beneath him and bit his lip so hard it began to bleed. He reached in a snatched one of the sharper razors out of the hole, holding it up above him and watching the sunlight reflect off the gleaming edges.

His own reflection, the bruised and bloodied face of a pale teenager with messy black hair and blue eyes that seemed more fit for someone beyond his years, filled his chest with a pain he could no longer fight to contain.

Gripping the razor in his hand, Gohan brought it down harshly against his chest, slicing so deep into the skin his shirt ripped and blood pooled onto the dirt below. He let the blade, now stained red, slip from his hand as intense pain began shooting all over his body. From the fight. From the cut. From knowing he was now completely and utterly alone in the world.

Hunched over on his knees, palms flat on the ground, Gohan gasped for air as he calmly watched his body drain itself free of blood from the long, self-inflicted gash across his chest. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed over on his side, lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Fuck it all…fuck it all…

As he lied on the ground, slowly slipping into unconsciousness and his breathing becoming increasingly shallow, he managed to hear a slight flutter of wings warbled within the screeching noise in his head. Wings…?

Cracking one eye slightly open, Gohan noticed that a small green-eyed raven had plopped right down beside him. Cocking its head sideways, it stood staring straight into the boy's soul with a round emerald eye.

What the…?

His heart nearly stopped as he watched the little raven disappear into purple wisps of smoke and take the form of Blair the Witch, gazing down at him with tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

"Sweetness…" her voice echoed in his head as she ran her perfect fingers through his black hair.

Gohan twisted his features into a scowl and squeezed his eyes shut. Final thoughts drifted through his mind as he slipped away. I don't want your fucking sympathy I don't fucking deserve it all of this my fault my fault always my fucking fault

"Sweetness," Blair slipped her hand into his, which had become cold and stiff. "Oh, sweetness…"

"…don't you know you're not allowed to die until I say so?"

Vegeta was flying full-speed towards the Son house, when he began to feel several of the foreign ki's begin to drop and disappear off the charts one after the other within minutes.

…What the fuck is this?!

As he neared his destination, he could sense only two life forces remaining; one being what he believed to be Gohan in his transformed state, and the other a mystery…although the Saiyan knew that if Gohan had to resort to going Super, it was definitely an enemy.

The prince could feel his temper begin to flare as Gohan's ki began dropping way too fast, far below safe levels.

Goddamn it, Kakabrat…

"Attention all Z Fighters!"

Vegeta froze instantly, screeching to a halt in the air as a booming voice rang out in his head.

"Attention all Z Fighters! Report to the Lookout immediately! I repeat: report to the Lookout immediately!"

Vegeta growled as the irritating voice repeated itself over and over in his head. Probably either the imbecile Popo or that worthless guardian Dende… The prince scowled and looked off into the distance where Gohan's ki continued to fall lower and lower.

The Saiyan clenched his fists. He knew, aggravating as it was, that he should follow orders and report to the Lookout. If they were so desperate to call everyone there, it had to be something serious.

He looked back towards where Gohan was, debating his options heavily in his head. From his senses, it seemed both the teen and the enemy were down for the count. Only now he could feel another familiar ki heading towards Gohan. Feels like Piccolo…makes sense. The green idiot can never stay too far away from that damn kid…

As the signal continued to echo in his head, Vegeta grunted and sped off in the direction of the Lookout.

Let the Namekian help the brat out…or better yet, let the damn kid clean up his own mess for once…

Vegeta was not known to be a man of conscience. But for a brief moment as he thought of the wounded state of the teenage demi-Saiyan, the first-born son of his sworn rival, he pondered just what his increasing anger was geared towards:

The potential of the enemy being too strong for him…or the fact that Gohan, a fellow Saiyan, was injured near death?

Fuck, kid…

Blair brushed Gohan's bangs out of his face and leaned down to press a light kiss on his forehead. She frowned down at the sight of the beaten, mutilated boy.

He's losing far too much blood…it's already thinning, Blair thought as the dark liquid creeping out the teen's chest became watery. Who could have possibly done this to him? He's the strongest being I've come across in centuries…

The witch concentrated her senses and realized there were two similar ki's just across the field, though both were beaten down. She glanced over and saw the large crater in the earth.

Two odd looking teal creatures with fiery orange hair floated up out of it. Blair's eyes widened at the strange sight, distracting her momentarily from the injured Gohan.

"Master…please, you can't fight anymore!" Zangya pleaded with Bojack. She was barely holding his large battered body up, one strong arm slung around her shoulder and the other dangling broken by his side. "We'll come back once you're healed and ready to finish him off!"

Bojack merely grunted back incoherently, his intense fury evident to Blair even from across the field. His body was covered in scrapes and bruises, as well as bleeding wounds from the burn of the blasts him and the demi-Saiyan had shot at one another. "That…psycho little fucker…has to pay…" The Hera-seijin managed to growl out. "Nobody…messes with me…and gets away with it!"

"And they will, master," Zangya reassured him, though she was unsure of who had beaten her leader into such a state. She darted her eyes around the area, searching for the culprit.

Kugo…Bujin…Bido… She trembled at the sight of her comrades, their corpses each slaughtered in various gruesome ways. She glanced over past the burning remains of the dome house and saw Chichi's mutilated body splayed naked across the dirt in a pool of her own dried blood.

Whoever did this must have known that pasty bitch…no wonder she wouldn't give away their location… She thought of her murdered allies, her broken leader. Tightening her grip on Bojack's arm, she could feel her muscles tensing with anger as murderous thoughts rang through her head. I'll kill whoever did this…I'll fucking slaughter them with my bare hands!

She glanced around once more, and a flash of vivid violet caught her eye. Across the field, her eyes widened when she saw the beautiful figure of a purple-haired woman standing over a bloody black-clad teenager.

Zangya blinked a few times in astonishment. No…there's no way it could have been those two…some prissy bitch and a kid taking down Lord Bojack?!

Blair narrowed her green eyes at the pair, irritation boiling beneath her fair surface. So it was them…a strong man and his whore? A gust of wind blew her long violet hair over her daggering eyes, glaring at the enemies with bloodthirst and hate.

Zangya shuddered at the glint in the strange woman's green eyes. Who does she think she is…? Zangya pressed her lips tight and concentrated on sensing the woman's ki, only to be shocked upon realizing there was no life force radiating off the female. Even the half-dead brat has a little ki…what the hell kind of beings exist on this damn planet?!

Zangya gasped as Bojack suddenly began coughing out thick chunks of blood that splattered to the ground below.

Shit…I don't have time for this! Zangya pulled Bojack closer to her and, after shooting one last death glare back at Blair, turned to fly away in the other direction. "Don't worry, master; we'll finish them off once you're back in shape, I swear it!"

Bojack hesitated for a moment, ready to protest, before nodding and allowing his last remaining Galaxy Soldier to fly him away to safety. Never had he ever fled from a battle without killing his opponent, and the outcome of his fight with Gohan had cut deep into his warrior pride. That little bastard is going to fucking suffer for pushing me to this…

Blair watched as the teal woman carried the man away, flying off into the distance. She took in specific small details: the way the girl wrapped her slender arm around the man's wide waist, her other hand holding onto his arm slung around her shoulder, intertwining her petite fingers with his big, meaty ones…

Blair had to purse her lips to stifle back a laugh. Well well well, don't I have plans for those two once I get my hands on them…

She glanced back down to Gohan, who remained unconscious on the ground. The pool of blood around his body made it appear as though the boy was part of a grisly murder scene.

Oh, dear… Blair's face crumpled as she knelt down beside the boy. A few silent tears slipped from her eyes and plopped down on Gohan's bloodied chest. What am I going to do with you?

Suddenly, Blair could feel a prominent ki headed towards them. Darting her gaze upward, she could make out a green figure in the distance, swiftly approaching the scene.

Green…? Blair bit her lip. I don't believe this a threat…I do recall him telling me of a green comrade of his at some point…

…doesn't hurt to be too safe, though, right?

Glancing back down towards the injured teen, Blair quickly dissipated into her feline form. She pounced onto Gohan's chest, careful to avoid the deep gash etched across it, and unsheathed her claws.

Sorry about this, sweetness!

With a harsh swipe of needlepoint across the boy's face, Gohan's eyes snapped open and he gasped for air, almost choking on the blood that had built up in his throat.

"Savior" — Thirty Seconds To Mars