AN:Yay! A new chapter! I don't know how much longer this story's gonna go on. When the inspiration hits me, I'll probably add to it. How often that'll be, I couldn't say. But oh well! I hope you likey the new chappie! I don't own DBZ!
If I possessed eyes, they would have wept, shedding golden tears of grief to mourn the death of one I was proud to carry for so long, a person I have come to love over many years of friendship.
Son Goku was killed today.
I suppose it had to happen sooner or later. Everyone dies eventually, but he made a habit of coming close. He was always running headfirst into dangerous situations. But this one was personal.
His son was kidnapped. Poor, sweet, little Gohan was snatched away. Taken by a monster who claimed to be Goku's brother. An alien. Someone not of this earth.
So that was it. Goku was never human. That was the secret behind his amazing strength, and the powers that he had possessed, even as a child, that far exceeded what could be considered even remotely normal. And it explained the tail as well.
The beast stole Gohan, and Goku, desperate to have his son back, did the unthinkable. He actually formed a temporary alliance with his mortal enemy. Funny. I never thought of Piccolo as being one who would willing cooperate with someone else. But yet there he was, actually proposing that they work together to bring down the alien and retrieve the child.
Naturally, Goku agreed, and I carried him to the battlefield, while Piccolo flew alongside us.
The battle was short. Whatever this monster was that claimed to be Goku's brother, he was powerful. Maybe his power lay in his hair. That would explain it. But one thing was for certain: Goku and Piccolo were severely outclassed, through no real fault of their own.
At one point, I honestly believed that Radditz, the alien, was just going to kill them both. But then something extremely unexpected happened.
How a child like that managed to do what Gohan did escapes my limited intelligence, but it was nothing short of amazing. A four year old, untrained and undisciplined, imploding an extraterrestrial space pod and then proceeding to attack a fully grown Saiyan warrior. As if that was not incredible enough, the child actually, somehow, managed to inflict damage. He cracked the man's armor, and probably a bone or two. He injured a fully grown man, a man more powerful than Son Goku.
It did not last long, though. And in a last ditch effort to stop the beast from harming his son, Goku sacrificed himself. Piccolo inflicted the death blow, of course, in fulfillment of his life's ambition. He got what he wanted. He killed Son Goku, and Radditz as well.
And now Gohan has been stolen away again. This time, by none other than Piccolo himself. Just one more in a chain of utterly incredible events taking place today.
Goku is dead. Piccolo has Gohan.
And more of those beasts are on their way to Earth in search of the Dragonballs.
And there is nothing I can do, but mourn the loss of my rider, and wait until his friends gather the Dragonballs and wish him back. I await the time when once again, I will hear his voice calling me, "COME TO ME, FLYING NIMBUS!"
I hope it is soon. After all, there is a battle ahead.
AN: I probably could have had this done about a week ago, but I just needed to take a break. Sorry! Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed my new chapter. I really don't know much of what happened after Tien won the tournament in Dragonaball, so I just skipped ahead to DBZ. Sorry again. I'm a poor little dubbie, and my city isn't exactly the best place for finding subtitled movies and the like. Hopefully, I'll be able to get something else up a little bit sooner. Until then, ciao!