Secrets and Revenge

Shovri flew through the darkness, the broken and bleeding child tossed over his shoulder like a sack of useless potatoes. Weaving in and out of trees he kept low and out of sight. Snarling he looked back over his shoulder getting the feeling they were being followed, but unsure by who. He wasn\'t able to pick out any thoughts or even detect them. Landing in a small clearing he threw the boy to the ground. >

Gohan hit the ground with a thud and rolled a bit. He moaned softly, his tiny fists clenching and unclenching. His mind whirled, his body screamed to just let him die. He knew he was hurt badly; he knew that as long as this douji chikan (child molester) had him and was capable of draining his ki power, capable of controlling his very body and thoughts he knew he\'d never escape. He gasped for air, eyes blurrily staring up at the dark sky, dimly realizing that it was winter, and it was very cold. His mind forced himself to go numb, forced itself to stop thinking of what had just happened. That he\'d just killed his own mother and father...

\"Kaasan...otousan.... \" He tried to cry, honestly he tried... but the tears refused to come. He was dead inside. This man, this monster had destroyed him inside. Laying there, he slowly willed himself to die.

Shovri watched the boy lay there, whimpering. Snorting indifferently; he looked around, trying to gain bearing on his surroundings. > The mind voice bit cruelly into Gohan\'s mind, Shovri intentionally making it hurt. >

Gohan cried out softly at the mind touch, his senses bombarded by the mind voice, by the pain it inflicted. \"Dun.. du- dun know... no.. n\'one.. \"

> Shovri jerked the boy to his fend snd shook him roughly, forcing the boy to scream in pain. >

\" Dun know Dun know! I\'ll be good jus\' stop! jus\' stop! No one!\" Gohan\'s desperate cries rang out though the snow laden woods, the snow muffling his cries, nearby a deer bolted away startled by the noise.

Forcefully ramming himself into the boys mind he picked clean any information the boy may possess. Everything about the look out, thcatication and about possible obstacles on the way. He snarled as he raped the boys mind, deaf to the screams and pleas. By the time Shovri was done, he had all he needed. Smiling he patted the boys cheek lovingly and planted a small kiss on the child\'s dry and cracked lips. >

Gohan hung limply in the mans arms, his eyes blank and glazed. His lips occasionally tried to form words, his raspy, broken voice occasionally grunting something inarticulate. \"..be...good.. \'ll be.. good... \" was all Shovri could make out.

Again resuming his flight he made his way to the look out. Gohan gratefully lost consciousness falling limp against the mans back.

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Dende stood at his spot, leaning on the walking stick he seemed to have inherited from Kami. Though quiet on the outside, his mind inside was busy at work, busy watching the world live on before him. The world he was now responsible for. He sighed softly as his eyes shifted from the revolving orb below him to his companion, Mr.Popo. He seemed to have inherited Popo too. He wasn\'t sure if that was a good thingbad bad thing sometimes. Turning his gaze, he sensed the faint ki of someone familiar.. and the whatwhat powerful ki of a total stranger.

\"Hmmm? Wonder who that could be.. Mr.Popo, I think we\'re about to have guests.. \" Dendes light soft and still child like voice broke the silence of the Lookout.

Mr.Popo looked up from his gardening duties and nodded. \"Yes Dende-kami.. Mr.Popo will prepare for their arrival.\" With that he headed towards the inside of the Lookout.

A frown marring the young namekian features, he turned back to wait the arrival. Closing his eyes he struggled to reach out with the power he was gifted with to try and \'see\' who was coming. He gasped softly as he was met with a solid black wall. Opening his eyes he hoped that whoever was arriving wasn\'t here to cause trouble.

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Shovri flew higher and higher, heading towards the Lookout. He still couldn\'t shake the feeling of being followed. It was starting to annoy him to no end, and to be honest make him paranoid. Whoever it MIGHT be could mask their presence both mentally and Ki wise. He\'d reached and passed the half-way point, ignoring the two minds he sensed there. They were inconsequential, nobodies.

Smirking faintly he thought to himself ; once I capture the guardian Dende, find the dragon statue, find the dragon balls, and summon this Shenlon... this will all be mine. If I posess both the guardian AND the statue, Shenlon will have no choice to do what I request. According to that baka Goku, the dragon can grant any wish; you just have to word it properly.

His thoughts continued well up until he reached the edge of the look out. Powering up both mentally and summoning his ki, he threw Gohan just as he reached the lip of the ledge, the boy skidding to a stop right at Dende\'s feet. He gri cru cruelly as he watched the young Nameks feature turn from curiosity to horror.

Shovri spun in the air quickly flaring his own ki, he cocked his hands back, and off to the side a bit. Boosting his ki with his Psi he sent a ki/Psi orb mix right at Dendes chest. Not intended to kill, but to debilitate. He laughed madly as the mixed orb struck home and blew the young guardian off his feet and skidding back into a wall. > He hammered at Dendes mind causing confusion and disorientation.

Dende grunted and shook his head, his hand rubbing his chest. He felt the ache the blast caused. This was all happening to quickly. He hadn\'t expected to be attacked, and had no time to prepare for it. He mentally cursed himself . Kami wouldn\'t have let this happen. I\'m such a fool...

Straggling to his feet he narrowed his eyes at the intruder. \"What do you want here? There\'s no reason for you to come up here and attack out out reason! What have you done to Gohan?

Shovri landed, his booted feet, lightly thumping on the tiled flooring. Walking past the unconscious, walking towards Dende. > The mans lips curled into a sneer.

Dendes own lips curled into a sneer at the mans implication of \'friend\', baring small k-nine fangs. He summoned up the power he esseessed and forced Shovri back with his mind. Monsutaa! (monster) You dare come up here throw a friend at my feet and expect ME to cower?! Your are sadly mistaken baka if you think I\'m not going to let you walk over me and take what you please!\" Dende\'s rage fueled his own ki, the flare visible around his young body. Spreading his fingers he released a blast of his own. He growled in dismay as the blast was deflected and sent off.

Shovri laughed maniacally as he threw the child\'s blast away. Summoning up three blackly sickly looking Psi orbs, he flung them at the young Namek. >

Dende refused to be intimidated. He braced for the attack, then suddenly a black blur blocked his view. Backing up in shock and surprise, he watched Mr.Popo fling himself in front of him and take the hits. Each orb slamming into the small creatures body with brutal force. Mr.Popo grunted and fell over. Dende cried out; \"Mr.Popo! \"

Growling he whipped his head from the fallen Popo to look up at Shovri. He smirked faintly and stepped around Popo to walk towards the crazed man. \" You want a fight? Is that it? I can grant you a fight, but I assure you, you will not receive the dragon statue until you step over my corpse.\"

> Shovri laughed as he watched the young nameks face go from a mixture of smug anger to pure shock and dismay.

Suddenly two forms burst from below the tower, in perfect tandem, Dende choked in pain as he was suddenly kicked back by a familiar brown clad foot. He tumbled back and landed against the same wall. He blinked in surprise.

Standing there clad in the namekian warriors outfit stood Piccolo. Next to him was a shorter man, spiky hair stickip onp on end. That hair could only belong to one man, Vegeta. Both aimed their right palms at Shovri and smirked. It was rather eerie at how for two different species they looked similar when it came to smirking.
Piccolos low growl broke the silence, speaking to Dende. \"Take a breather kiddo. Let us grown ups handle it.\"

Then turning to Shovri he grinned, showing an even more formidable set of fangs than Dende possessed .\"You seriously thought you could fuck with the Son family, a Guardian and my student and get away with it?\" The nameks eyes fairly glowed with rage.

His shorter counterpart snorted, head cocking to one side and snarling. \"Someone apparently forgot to tell you, baka. NO ONE KILLS KAKKOROT WHILE I\'M AROUND!!!\"

Shovri looked between the two and fairly growled himself, he aimed a Psi blast at the larger namek and fired a ki blast at Vegeta. >

Piccolo barked a cold laugh as he brought up his own mental defenses, throwing off a light telekinetic wall at Shovri. \" Don\'t think you really wanna fuck with me you child molesting bastard. I got two more of me in here... \"Tapping his own head indicating and showing Shovri that he indeed had two more separate minds in his head. And low and behold...one happened to be Kami. \"and to be quite honest. You . Don\'t. Stand. A . Chance.

Meanwhile Vegeta roared in rage and slipped from nearly nothing to super saiyajin. His eyes flickering from that black to a teal/green. His hair spiked even more and turned that golden color. He truly looked formidable to Shovri as he was shoved back by Piccolo\'s TK wall. Skidding across the courtyard he looked between the two.

Piccolo looked at Shovri, then to Vegeta, then as if by some silent agreement, Piccolo and Vegeta started walking towards Shovri, slowly, finally meeting side by side; nearly touching arms. Their ki shields flared and warred with each other, then as Shovri watched wide eyed, the ki shields melded, became one. The namek and saiyajin prince grinned evilly as their power matched and coupled, doubling, tripling their power.

Shovri powered up himself he launched into the air, flying low to the floor he aimed to scoop up the unconscious and forgotten till now Gohan. He was almost there when he heard the two fighters roar in rage their voices mingling \"GALLIC GUN/ SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!\"

Shovri looked over his shoulder, missing Gohan completely. His eyes widened as he watched the two combined attacks come for him. He screamed in a mix of rage and terror as the attack hit him dead center in the chest. His eyes widened.... then he saw no more, Vegetas Gallic Gun attack finishing off the rest of his body.

It was over. Both powered down and looked to where the body of the man had collapsed. Piccolo walked over towards Gohan, while Vegeta walked to the body of the dead man. Pulling the cloak back to reveal the saiyajin trademark tail, he snarled and spat on the mans body. \" Hiretsukan (bastard) , no Saiyajin under MY rule would ever do what he did.\" He looked over at Piccolo, the nameks back turned to him. He spoke quietly, a bit gruffly but the concern was there. \" How is Kakkorots son? \"

Piccolo looked down at the boy he cradled in his arms. This boys mind was shattered along with his body. He spoke quietly with the other mind that shared his body, Kami ~~ What are we going to do with him Kami? This boys mind is gone, shattered. His parents dead. ~~ Kami\'s elder voice echoed in Piccolos mind. ~~ Heal him as best we can Piccolo. Do the best we can. ~~ Piccolo grunted to Vegeta, who he noted with slight amusement was waiting for his response impatiently. \" He\'s alive, if that counts for anything. He\'s catatonic, unresponsive to verbal or painful stimuli. He needs medical attention.\"

Vegeta grunted and nodded, walking heavily towards Piccolo and Gohan, Dende watched all this quietly. Unsure of what to do and heavily blaming himself for what happened. He looked down at the boy and nodded again. \"Take him to Capsule Corp. Bulma will tend to him. If she places him in a Regen tank, he should recover physically.\" The Princes next words were halting, yet sincere. \" I Suppose I can keep the boy. He\'ll need someone to look after him, and there is no one else. I... owe the boy that much. A Prince after all has to look after his subjects. Even if it means...he\'s the next to the last. \"

Piccolo grimaced a bit. It was true. With Goku dead, Vegeta was the last of the true Saiyajins, Gohan only being half. He shook his head at Vegeta. \" No, I\'ll take him to Capsule Corp. but I won\'t leave him. His family is dead, he\'s my responsibility now.\" Piccolo murmured softly as he held the boy to his chest. \"He\'s been like a son to me anyways. I\'ll finish raising him.\"

Vegeta shrugged. He placed his hand on Piccolos shoulder and looked over at Dende, who watched quietly. \"If you wish, Namek. Bring the boy to my home. We\'ll take care of him there.\" With that, Vegeta bolted off the Lookout, and was soon gone.

Piccolo stood slowly, carefully, cradling Gohan in his arms like one would an infant. The boy moaned softly in his unconscious state. \"...\'ll be... good... \"Then quieted. Piccolo frowned and brushed some of the hair off of the boys battered forehead; murmuring again. \"Yeah kid, you\'een een a good kid. Don\'t let no one tell you different.\"

Dende quietly approached, staring at the ground. \"Piccolo san, I failed. In my duties as a guardian\'s failed to protect Gohan and failed to destroy a threat... \"

Piccolo looked down at Dende and snorted. \" You did your best Dende. Your still young, and your still learning. Don\'t look at this like a failure. Look at it like its a life lesson. Cause thats all it is. A life\'s lesson.\"

With those words spoken, Piccolo pulled off his cape, tore a large section of it off and wrapped the broken child in it. In one swift movement he ran off the edge of the lookout and was gone.

Dende slowly picked up the walking stick... he sighed softly as he watched the large namek disappear with Gohan. Left with the words Piccolo said ringing in his ears, and thoughts....

Piccolo flew down from the look out, with lightning speed towards Capsule Corp. ; jaw clenched, the wind wiping the tears that formed in his eyes away. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered. \"I\'m sorry kid, I\'m so sorry for failing to protect you. Sorry for not protecting your family, sorry for not keeping you safe... sorry for the pain and suffering you wenrougrough. I\'m here for you now kid, and I swear I wontr ler let anything happen to you again. I\'ll be caring for you now..\"

Into the lightening sky, he flew over the now empty Son home. With a blast of ki he destroyed the home, destroying it like a memory, letting the fireball light the sky as the home caught fire. Satisfied the nightmare was over, Piccolo tois nis newly adopted \'son\' and flew onward....