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Frozen in his sitting position, Gohan stared long and hard at the buried temple in front of him. All of those people were reduced to ash, much like the rest of the poor victims everyone else on this horrible planet. Gohan couldn't believe it. There was another saiyan, and he stole his father's body! Clenching his fists at the angering thought that he was paralyzed and blinded—there was not a muscle that wanted to fight Goku Black. Then, he recalled how that saiyan murdered his mother in cold blood. Just the thought of someone murdering his parents sickened him.
All the rage builds up in his stomach as his hair begins to flicker from his ebony waves of hair to a much more spiked up blonde. "He's gonna pay..." his nails dig into the skin of his palm, causing him to bleed. "He's going to regret turning this planet to nothing!"
"Huh?" Android Eighteen turns around from scavenging nearby, feeling his anger skyrocketing.
"He killed them both...he stole father's body...he was going to use me as his puppet!" His words were low growls, thunder clashing from each end of the ground they stood on. Visibly shaken, Eighteen forces herself to zip towards Gohan, even though his anger was frightening her to an extent.
"G-Gohan!"
"HE KILLED MY PARENTS!" He screams to the sky as she winces, watching as his super saiyan transformation took over. Throwing her arms around his strong body, tears ran down her face as she squeezes her eyes shut. Now she knew the pain others experienced, after seeing how it plagued Gohan. This was a sight she never wanted to see—the halfling crumbling into pieces.
"I-I'm here...Gohan!" She shouts over his anger as she can feel his heavy breathing surrounding her, but she keeps her hold. "I-I promise you! I'll fight alongside you! I'll never let that evil saiyan get away!"
His eyes widen, slowly, he turns around to glance down at Eighteen. Her tear-struck cheeks and waving hair collides with her strong posture. Sinking himself towards her hold, he collapses, Eighteen dropping down as she hugs him tightly, hearing him sob.
"Let it all out, Gohan." She whispers.
"She's really changed." Trunks murmurs from his hiding spot, smiling softly before turning his attention to the ashes and decimated tower. "But so have I."
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The woman stares out the window, praying that today would be the fateful day her son would return to her. Nothing she did could distract her from the fact that he was out there, getting mauled by the androids. The worst fear of all, was that one day he'd be killed. The visits from her father were becoming less and less. His fear had probably taken over, as he decided to stay in his house. Perhaps today he would stay for good.
"Oh, Goku. If only you could come back and put an end to this madness." She sighs softly, gazing at her wedding picture with the man. "Your son...he's struggling out there isn't he?"
A crisp breeze fills the kitchen as she gasps, not recalling in the slightest leaving the window open. "Who's there!" She immediately gets into a battle stance. "I'm a martial artist if it's one of you filthy androids!" She screams out.
"Mom calm down," a gentle voice strings across the kitchen, as Gohan places both his hands on her shoulders. "It's me..."
ChiChi's eyes well up with tears as she throws herself into her son's chest, gripping his arms so tightly that it hurt. "You idiot! You realize how much you made your mother worry? You were gone for so many days! I feared the androids got to you!"
Gohan sheepishly smiles, rubbing his mother's back affectionately. "I'm sorry I made you worry mom. But I promise you, I won't get myself killed..." his eyes look over at Eighteen, who stood nervously beside the table. "I got myself a bodyguard to protect me always." He winks. ChiChi follows his gaze, locking her eyes on an extremely familiar foe. Screeching out, ChiChi points a threatening finger at the Android. "Eeeek! It's that female android!" She jumps in front of Gohan and immediately gets into her fighting stance again.
"You can kill me but leave Gohan out of this!"
"Trust me, I wouldn't lay a single finger on your son," Eighteen gives Gohan a wink. "Unless it was another form of touch."
Gohan blushes, rubbing his mother's shoulders. "She's with us now, mom...actually. There's a new bad guy out there, possibly stronger than the androids combined...and the worst part of it...he's got dad's face."
ChiChi's eyes widen, her pupils tremble in the white abyss. She couldn't imagine such a vicious villain donning the appearance of her husband—and what's worse? Stronger than the androids!
"Have you seen him in person?"
Gohan nods. "That's why...I don't want to risk it. I want you to come back with us at Capsule Corps. Bulma's already building some underground hideout, you'll be able to see me everyday, and I'll never have to worry of that nasty bad guy."
"But your grandpa!" ChiChi argues.
"Gohan and I have already sent Trunks to grab him, that's why we're here!" Android Eighteen explains.
ChiChi sighs, then whispers. "Let me grab what I can."
Stepping out of the house, Gohan and Eighteen sit on the front porch, Eighteen resting her head on Gohan's shoulder.
"Are you thinking about your brother?" Gohan asks.
"Sort of, I just hope that dark saiyan doesn't find my brother...Seventeen would no doubt recklessly want to challenge him."
Gohan rubs her shoulder affectionately. "All we can do now is hope that he doesn't—and that Caulifla isn't too mad at us for ditching her." At that last statement Gohan laughs.
Eighteen brushes a finger against one of his scars and smirks. "I have a feeling that she will be greeting us with screaming and ki blasts, no doubt about that."