Tainted Soul

Gohan sat atop the high mountain that, in times past had been his home. The forest that surrounded their small cabin had been far from population. He sat and contemplated on the events that had passed. Cell, the self- proclaimed perfect being, killer, and final victor of his so-called \"hero\" father. Gokou sacrificed his own life to end the life of Cell; he failed and Gohan resented and hated him for that, leaving and passing the hope of the entire world to the shoulders of himself at the young age of twelve.

With fists clenched his heart raced and pumped pure adrenaline at the thought of returning to that time line and taking the life of his father. Standing with a frustrated sigh, he walked back to the old and now decrepit shack, which was once his family\'s home. With his head bowed and his Ki still raising, with each passing shift of his feet and increasing heart rate, kicking open the door, smashing it to pieces. Sitting down in a slump, Gohan grabbed the nearest plate, containing what only rats would consider food; to Gohan, however, it was meat, and meat was good.

Gohan looked into the kitchen - the one place where he would always find his mother, cooking, sewing, barking orders at him to do his homework, or threatening him with futile ways to make him stay home and not fly off to join his sensei Piccolo. Flashes in his mind took him back to the week after the final destruction of that ego-driven narcissist Cell. His mother had been distraught over her husband\'s death, the man she loved more than any other, the man that she meet long before any threat was presented to the earth. The man she thought was cute and strange, flying around on a cloud. All these tales Gohan had heard from his parents long since ago. His mother was no longer sane after Gokus death. Gohan knew that from Chichi\'s vacant look and glazed eyes and the way she would break into uncontrollable tears at the mere mention or memory of his name. Upon returning home from school one afternoon, with his head hung as per-usual, Gohan stopped upon hearing his mother\'s weep much worst than he had ever seen. Gohan had stopped and peered though the window into the kitchen, seeing Chichi holding a long knife against her wrist. Gohan could see tears falling from her mascara-stained eyes, to fall and perish on the knife\'s cold surface. To his amazement, Gohan did not wish to stop her from her seemingly eminent actions, merely waiting and watching.

With one quick slash across her thinly covered veins, his mother\'s blood was gushing and flowing from her arm. Dropping to her knees, Chichi\'s wailing increased as her scarlet blood flowed free from her tortured body. Pressing his hands harder against the glass, Gohan watched onwards as death slowly conquered his mother. His heart racing, his lips curl into what he knew was a wrong but instinctive smile, as his hands pressed harder against the thin, clear border that separated him from his dying mother. The glass shattered, sending him flying halfway though the window frame. Gohan\'s eyes widened and hands bleed from he shards of glass entering his flesh.

From the busting of the glass, and the evidence that her son has been watching her actions, Chichi made a futile attempt to cover her bleeding wrist, while the increasing flow of blood stained her dress and hard wood floors beneath her feet. Getting up, Gohan sat next to his mother and titled his head upwards with a morbid smile still developing on his face. He looked downwards at the approach of his mother\'s hand as it made contact with his face, stroking his cheeks gently as she muttered her final word. \'G..Go.han\' On that day Gohan had shed no tears, nor did he even move her body, but simply did what he had done so many times in the past. Pressing his hands to his mother forehead, the young demi-Saiyajin concentrated his Ki and whispered to himself and the stagnant future corpse. \"Masanko.\' His mother\'s body was no more than a silhouette of ash on the floor. The dry blood was the only remains of his pitifully weak mother.

Gohan shook off the memories that had arisen in his mind, as he devoured the rest of the rat by crunching and swallowing its head. Letting his head flop back, he closed his eyes before they could take in the sight of the cobweb-plagued ceiling. In a state of restlessness, Gohan swept his fingers though his now butt-length golden mane, deciding to remain a Super Saiyajin as a constant reminder of those years past, and what had occupied them and his constant eternal hate for his long since deceased father.

His frustration grew and intensified with the annoying ring of the telephone. Angrily standing from where he sat, Gohan stormed over and grabbed the receiver with a vengeance, and the voice on the other end infuriated him more than anything that the had yet to bring. The source of his irritation belonged to his younger brother Goten, his mother\'s son, which she carried during the events after Cell, the one secret that she had kept to her stupid self, and when she bore him, knowing her state of mind, Vejtia and Bulma took him away and raised Goten as their own. \"Gohan, its Goten,\" said the semi-retarded voice. \"Obviously you fool, what the hell do you want?\" barked the domineering brother to his dim-witted sibling. Unbeknownst to Goten, he had no idea that his birth father was the long passed Gokus. \"I\'m sorry, Gohan, I didn\'t mean to disturb you, but I thought that you would like to know that Mom Has completed the time machine. Trunks is about to go back and test it, and we thought that you might want to come and watch,\" stammered the evidently frightened teenager. \"Yes, yes, whatever. I\'ll be there. Now, quit bothering me. I have no time for your idiocy,\'\' Gohan spat before hanging up the phone in a rage. Stroking his 3-month beard he blinked and looked about the room. The open door invited and teased him to fly into the heavens, towards the destination of Capsule Corporations. Never one to shrug of a dare or temptation, Gohan powered up in a slight moment and shot like a rocket in a flash of gold, leaving a long thin trail in his wake. The cool air ran through his hair, as it swept behind him in an unruly mess. Flying though and spreading apart the white clouds over the rustic horizon, Gohan sped towards the Briefs\' residence at un-measurable speeds.

With twisting and tumultuous thoughts, the troubled man neared the round circler establishment of Capsule Corps. Seeing it in his enhanced vision, Gohan dove and landed at its front gates and walked briskly down the path that was bordered with bright red roses, the only reminder of Burma\'s mother. The flowers were bright and blooming, a constant reminder of the ditsy woman who planted them.

As Gohan walked and entered the building, he wondered where or why he couldn\'t not sense Vejtia. To say that he was disappointed was an understatement. Gohan, within the past few months, had been seeing more of Vejtia. It wasn\'t just one reason, but many: his determination, his strength, and his total arrogance and selfishness. Gohan admired these traits and had slowly moulded himself after the Prince.

Gohan\'s mind raced back to Namek, where Vejitas pride and blood would not let him give up, especially against the mindless baboon that was Recoome and the small green fool known simply as Guldo, and later when he destroyed Burter and Jeice without hesitation or delay. It was the one ability that Gohan\'s weak and imprudent father could not grasp. A significant part of Gohan\'s tainted heart wished that his father were Vejtia, and not the simpleton Gokou. Gohan\'s love for Vejtia had now risen to passion and wanting, now that he could feel that he was not in the premises of Capsule Corps. He knew that he was much stronger than the prince. Vejtia had not possessed the power to take on Cell. Only Gohan had, and he had proved that by annihilating Cell. The darkened man thought to himself what he would do, or try on Vejtia when he got his hands on him. He slipped that into his fantasies and dreams.

Vejtia and Gohan stood opposite each other in the cool shiny interior of the gravity room, preparing to face one another in one-on-one combat. The two grinned at each other, sizing each other up, but fully knowing their limits and pinnacles of strength and raw power. Both men stood shirtless and ready to strike a blow to the other. The gravity in the room was over fifteen hundred more than the normal gravity outside the large silver room that they occupied. The stress on their bodies made them sweet and shine as the moisture dripped down their torso. The two warriors rushed at each other, sending their fists flying and feet rushing to make contact with severe force, but each fighter\'s attacks were futile, each know the others actions and strikes, and each are mealy playing and teasing.

\"Come now, Gohan, what are we doing? Are you TRYING to waste my time?\" sighed Vejtia. \"I don\'t like to think of it as wasting, dear prince. I prefer tasting, \" spoke Gohan, though a grin. \"Teasing. oh, is that how you like it?\" Vejtia spoke before making his swift move towards the longhaired male before him. Vejtia rushed towards his opponent, his palm making contact with his chest, feeling his nipple beneath his fingers. With his strength, he shoved Gohan against the wall with a forceful impact. \"Hmm, Vejtia, where could this be leading?\" Gohan questioned, as his body was pressed hard against the wall. Vejitas hand took a hold of both Gohan\'s wrists and held them high above his head, pining them with all his might. His other hand still pressed up against Gohan\'s chest, his fingers brushing and flicking the now erect nipple. Vejtia smirked as he heard a slight moan escape Gohan\'s mouth with every subtle movement of the Prince\'s hand. \"How is it you know exactly what I want and need, my dear prince?\" asked Gohan as his mind raced, his heart pumped, and his loins throbbed with excitement.

Vejtia snorted and lowered his head to Gohan\'s chest. There the prince\'s lips made contact with Gohan\'s s torso, his tongue tasting and licking the younger male\'s hardened nipple. Feeling Gohan\'s heart beat with his ear so close on the demi-Saiyajin\'s chest, Vejtia bit hard on the wanting male\'s nipple, sending a scream from the parched lips of the young demi-Saiyajin With his teeth locked on Gohan\'s nipple, his hands made their way downward, his fingertips teasing the boy\'s warm flesh, caressing his tight stomach and further descending. The prince\'s fingers moved in a snake-like motion, past Gohan\'s tight abdomen to rest and squeeze the young male\'s crotch. With this, the boy groaned, feeling Vejitas seduction continue.

The dark prince smirked and released the boy\'s wrists, letting them fall back to the control of their owner. Feeling the release of his arms, Gohan wrapped them around Vejitas neck tightly, only to smirk and grab the prince by the throat, turning him around shoving him back hard, swapping their positions. With his fingers choking the elder Saiyajin, he pressed his lips hard against Vejitas, kissing him deeply and lustfully. Vejitas eyes widen, feeling Gohan\'s lips lock and ravish his own, his own arms placed on the head and hair of domineering Saiyajin. The younger male, not satisfied with these actions, pierced the walls of Vejitas lips with his powerful, moist tongue. Gohan\'s tongue swayed and intertwined with Vejitas mouth, as he wrestles and battles with the prince\'s own wet muscle. The youth\'s hand covered the prince\'s breast, as his fingers twisted and pinched Vejitas steel hard nipples. The full-blooded Saiyajin moaned loudly, feeling the sharp pain on his sensitive nipples, as Gohan followed though with his actions, pulling and jerking on his erect flesh.

Gohan leaned back just enough for his teeth make contact with Vejitas lips. He bit hard, sending a stream of warm blood flowing from the dark prince to himself, the hungering youth, Vejtia clinched, feeling Gohan\'s vampire-like teeth puncture his lips. Sucking the burgundy liquid flowing from the prince\'s manly lips, Gohan stoped his onslaught on Vejitas lips to kiss him deeper, to suck on his neglected tongue, The prince\'s hands began there exploration of the young boy\'s body, from Gohan\'s hair and around to caress his strong neck, and then downwards. His hands rub and massaged the neck, before descended further to the demi-Saiyajin\'s broad chest, lower still to his small compact stomach.

The prince grinned before diving his hands into his tiny shorts that contained what the wanting elder desired. With a large smirk, paired with a swift movement of his wrist, Vejtia tore off Gohan\'s thin covering, leaving his bare to the prince\'s explorative hands. Vejitas hands begin to stroke and curl around Gohan\'s powerful sex. Gohan liberated Vejitas tongue from his wet embrace, sighing and allowing his head to fall back with pleasure, feeling his cock getting jerked and tugged by the passionate prince.
Gohan snapped back into reality from his daydream. He gazed down and sighed, see his state of arousal bulging though his black Gi. He shrugged, not caring, and walked onwards, to where he had been called. Gohan arrogantly strode towards the others. Restless, angry, and plain annoyed at being apparently summoned to this event, he hurled the front doors open. Gohan stalked though with mere annoyance fuelling his movements, to come across the room in which everyone stood. \"Gohan, you\'re here!\" squealed Goten.

\"Yes, I am, you fool, as I said I would be. Don\'t sound so stupidly surprised,\" Gohan retorted, while shoving aside his brother.

\"Hello Gohan. How have you been?\" asked Bulma, still sporting her blue hair and work uniform even in her aging years. Behind the figure of Bulma was another, his lavender hair brushing against his shoulders and sweeping his forehead, wearing what could only be described as a space suit. This figured turned to meet Gohan\'s gaze with his own azure eyes. The son of Vejtia, and adoptive brother of Goten, the one person who seemed to annoyed and grate on Gohan more than most. His name was Trunks. Trunks. ready and waiting for the final word from his mother to board the tiny ship and blast bao tho thst. st.

\"Gohan, and here I was thinking you wouldn\'t show up,\" spoke the royal demi- Saiyajin with an added ingredient of malice in his voice. The son of Vejtia and the son of Gokou stood and sized each other up, as the rivalry of their fathers lived on in their offspring. Gohan rolled his eyes and dismissed the visual and fruitless intimidation from his adversary. Looking to his left, Gohan was thoroughly unimpressed at this so- called \"time machine\". He sat and sighed with exasperation. Looking back onto the time machine, Gohan thought to himself. \"Why? What could this device accomplish, and really what ramifications could or would occur with playing with time in such a fashion?\" Gohan, as spiteful and angry as he was, still was a bright and well-read intellectual, the only decent thing his mother had given to him: an education. With his head rested in his palm, he wondered what he could do with such power. Maybe with this he could go back and get revenge upon his father. Gohan\'s gaze shifted back to Trunks as his mind and imagination went rampant. Standing slowly, with a smirk on his face, Gohan walked behind Trunks and swiftly struck the back of his head, knocking the youth unconscious. \"GOHAN! What did you do to Trunks?\" yelled the youth\'s mother.

\"I\'ll take over from here on. As they say, never send a boy to do a man\'s job,\" Gohan said quietly while slowly climbing into the small ship.

\"Gohan!\" yelled Goten, seeing his brother adjust the controls in the small ship before closing it shut.

\"Oh shut up, Goten, you nauseating adolescent!\" These were the last words heard by the eldest son of Gokou before all in the room saw the ship flash and disappear into the past.

Chapter Two:
Awakenings

Gohan sat and looked from the round and enveloping clear window. As the ship speed though time, it sent the one occupant into the past where all his plans would be unfurled. The atmosphere around the ship melted and seemed to morph around Gohan, until flashing white revealed the time, which Gohan decided upon.

The ship landed with a thud on a grassy field; Gohan jumped out with sheer excitement flooding his body at the thought of his father\'s death at his own hands. He paused and thought to himself at what events he could spring and develop in these timelines, pondering what could occur at seeing his past self, and what would happened to his past self seeing him.


Goku sat at the round wooden table, stuffing mounds of food into his mouth with the occasional burp and groan of pleasure. Chichi stood at the kitchen sink, gazing admiringly at her husband, before looking at the time and yelling up the stairs to her son.

“Gohan! Breakfast!” she yelled up the spiraling staircase towards the young boy\'s room.

Sitting at his desk and staring dreamily out the window, Gohan thought back to the times where he trained with the being known simply as Piccolo, the Namek. A smile crept upon the face of the young boy as he thought back with the battles and fights with his green-skinned mentor.

“GOHAN!” yelled the female voice once again with a more than obvious tome of impatience.

Gohan snapped back into reality, hearing the frightening voice of his mother, before he quickly ran downstairs to his parents.


“Good morning, son,” spoke Goku with a mouthful of potato.


“Morning, dad,” answered Gohan, laughing as he saw his father, as usual, wolfing down his breakfast

Gohan loved his father more than anyone, and he loved his mother, that went without saying, but he truly did love his father with love, respect and undivided admiration. The small youth sat and thanked his mother when a plate of food was placed in front of him. Slowly eating what had been presented, he gazed with a smile at Goku as his imagination went wild with thoughts and wishes… thoughts of him and his father side by side, playing, fishing, and of course, fighting battles like only two Saiyajin could.

Goku looked up from his now empty bowel, which was now being shaken in the direction of his wife, a subtle gesture for seconds. Goku\'s smile now shown in the direction of his son and his head tilted with curiosity, seeing the expression on his son\'s face.

“Something wrong Gohan?” he asked.


“No dad nothing at all,” Gohan replied with a shake of his head.

Vejita trained as he has done day after day since the incident with Cell Games, more intensely than ever before. It grated on the prince\'s mind that a boy of eleven attained more power in that little time than he, a Saiyajin prince, had in his whole lifetime, spending more than half the day in the training room at Capsule Corps.
“Vejita?” asked the younger blue-eyed Bulma. “Are you going to be in there all day as usual? Aren\'t there more constructive things to do?”

Without replying to her question, Vejita simply walked onwards down the long homely and comfortable halls of his new home, his training shorts clinging to his midsection, hugging and highlighting his buttocks, and a long white towel draped over one of his shirtless shoulders, brushing against his finally toned and tanned chest. One hand swayed with his superior stride, as the other brushed a piece of lint from his evidently developed abs. Walking into the training room and once again slamming the door behind him, Vejita discarded his towel.

“Computer, ity ity level five hundred: initiate,” he ordered the machine.

The enhanced gravity kicked in and Vejita smirked, feeling his body being somewhat pushed downwards, but the prince was still in complete control. He tilted his head from left to right, causing his neck to crack twice. Vejita threw a few punches and kicks before speaking again.

“Computer gravity level one thousand: initiate,” Vejita ordered again, growing impatient.

With his strength, the prince felt nothing, but that did not stop the perspiration from slowly revealing on his body, which was now becoming quite moist with his dew-like sweat. Growing restless, Vejita barked more orders at the lifeless yet useful contraption
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“Computer! Gravity level one thousand five hundred: initiate,” snarled the warrior in a concentrative tone.

Standing at stance, Vejita felt the pressure against his small, yet superbly powerful body, the most pressure he had felt as of yet. Building deep inside his body, his ki rose, making his eyes fade to green and his hair implode with pure energy, changing it to a bright gold. His appearance changed, his demeanor remained. As he stood and concentrated on holding off the pressure of the room, Vejita\'s ki was disturbed for some reason, and he found himself unable to fully concentrate.

“Why… what is this power that I am feeling? It feels like… but it can\'t be! He\'s already… what is this?”

Chapter Three:

Reunion

Gohan sat beside his ship, resting his back, upon its metallic outer surface. Running his fingers though his hair, the demi grinned to himself with the knowledge that every time he did that, he was reminded of his uncle. Gohan plotted and planed on what he would do, but midway though his thoughts, he was interrupted.

“Raditz! Is that you?” screamed the Namekian known as Piccolo

Gohan laughed to himself, before he turned around to see his old sensei, he stood face-to-face and eye-to-eye with his former green-skinned friend.

“Raditz? No, but I must say Piccolo, I am disappointed you do not recognize me. Was I not your one and only student?”

“GOHAN!” Piccolo stuttered while falling back a few steps, seeing this… what he had always thought a child, all grown up and taking the appearance of a Saiyajin that had long since been defeated.

Gohan walked arrogantly towards the shocked and bewildered Namek, sweeping his hair away from eyes while he laughed, which appeared to scare and slightly intimidate the jade-skinned fighter.

“Come now Piccolo, is this anyway toet met me? You were used to seeing Mirai Trunks and chibi Trunks, so why not Mirai Me?” He asked with frustrated curiosity.

Gohan rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders at Piccolo\'s loss for words. Turning, the demi merely walked past and away from him. “Sorry green man, places to go… a father to kill.”

With that said, Gohan shot up with speed the Namek had no hope of following even with his heightened senses. Racing with anticipation, Gohan flew though the air towards his old home in the mountains, getting closer and closer to where he would find his father. An evil smirk grew upon his face, imagining what would befall his father. The small wooden cabin came into view, as Gohan landed with a quiet squash of grass beneath his feet. Walking, craving each passing moment of his father\'s demise, Gohan walked to the front door and slowly entered, his ki dropping drastically to hide his arrival.

Chichi\'s and Goku\'s heads turned towards the stranger that had entered their dwelling. Chichi dropped the plate she had in her hand, letting it smash and shatter on the floor.

“Hello Mother. Hello father.” spoke Gohan with a morbid grin on his face.

“S whi whispered the now stunned Goku.


“Gohan, is that you?” asked the equally perplexed Chichi.

“Yes, in a different form, but still your son\'\' Gohan stated, before sitting down and smirking evilly at his father.

“Father, I will not explain what I am here for. I shall just simply get on with it, but since I am in a playful mood, I shall give you a brief demonstration,” proclaimed Gohan, as he stood and walked in the direction of his shaking and frightened mother.

“Now, Mother, do not be afraid, but I have to be honest and say that this will hurt you more than it will hurt me,” he smiled and swept some loose hair away from Chichi\'s face.

“Gohan,” whispered the confused woman.

Gohan\'s eyes widened and his façade changed sharply to that of pure rage, as he swung his palm, making harsh contact with his mother\'s face and sending her crashing into the table with almighty force.
“GOHAN!!! What are you doing?!” yelled Gokou, running to aide his fallen wife. “Chichi, speak to me, are you alright?” he wept at the site of his wife\'s bloody face.

“Oh, come now, Father! We all know that she is a lot stronger than she looks.” Gohan laughed at the sight of his weak father shedding tears. “Playtime is over, Dad! It\'s just you and me! Now stand up and face me as father and son.”

“You may have changed, and for the worst, but your still my son and I will never trade blows with my own flesh and blood.”


Gohan\'s anger grew into rage, as he jumped onto the table that separated the two of them, lifting his father by the neck of his black shirt. Gohan growled and gritted his teeth, infuriated by his father\'s sudden and hypocritical pacifism.

“Here\'s me thinking this may have been more of a challenge,” Gohan sighed. “Oh well, quick or prolonging, it really makes no difference to me.”

Pressing his spare hand to his father\'s chest, Gohan sent a blast of ki into and though his father\'s body, causing the elder warrior to scream with pain. The sanely challenged man dropped his tormented father and turned to glare at his mother, who now slowly moaned with pain as the slash across her face bled down her blouse and apron, staining the virgin whites.
“Ah, Mother, whatever shall I do with you?” he asked the woman as Chichi slowly crawled towards her injured husband.

Tilting his head with sinister inquisitiveness, Gohan sat on the edge of the table and stared at the pitiful woman before snatching down and pulling her towards him by her leg. Chichi shrieked as her helpless body was yanked towards her captor, who in this dilemma was her own future scholar son. Now that Gohan was not holding back and no longer suppressing his power level, his grip on his mother\'s leg did cause her to slide forward, but instead earned a sweet pop as the bone was ripped from the socket, sending a gush and spout of blood pouring fourth from the tear. The woman screamed and wailed, as Gohan laughed, holding his mother leg in his grasp.

Goku could only watch in horror as his son ripped apart his own mother. His eyes shed and bleed tears with unbridled force at the sight of Chichi, hearing her voice call his name, beg for the savior\'s help.


Gokou could save the world, but he couldn\'t save her.

“He cannot help you! You can cease your annoying pleas before I do something I wont regret,” Gohan ordered his mother while rising to his feet, holding her leg by the knee and aiming it high above his head, causing a stream of blood to run down his bare arm. Feeling the blood tickle his cool flesh, Gohan grinned and held the bloody stump to his mouth, sucking out the cool blood and draining it of the scarlet fluid. As his distressed mother started to cry with more tone and treble, Gohan\'s fury struck a pinnacle. He screamed again, raising his mother\'s limb above his head, but this time sending it crashing down at high speed, making contact with his mother head.


“DIE YOU ANNOYING BITCH! I CAN\'T STAND YOU ANY LONGER! DIE AND I\'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!” Powerfully he shrieked at the top of his lungs, still smashing his mother\'s skull in with her own heel.

Chichi\'s head caved in and blood flowed fourth from her mouth and nose like a faucet. Gohan struggled to catch his breath from his exertion, dropping the flaccid limb, and sitting to face his father. Gokou had laid his face on the ground, trying to block out and comprehend what his eyes had experienced.

“Well…” Gohan panted, “as I once said, don\'t leave a job unfinished.” Sighing, the demented demi climbed to his feet and walked to his nearly defeated father.

“Gohan… no” Gokou plead though a veil of tears.


“I suppose I could say that when I do this, I will feel guilty and be sorry, but I was raised not to lie… so all I will say is: goodbye.”

Before Gohan finished his sentence, he walked forward and placed his palms one atop the other on his father\'s forehead, slowly grinning.

“MASENKO!!!” he yells, sending a massive blast of ki though his father\'s head so quick and powerful that it left no time for a final scream or plea for mercy. Goku\'s head melted and liquefied under the intense heat and power of Gohan\'s favorite attack, leaving nothing more than the headless broken body of the savior and his father, once and for all, finally defeated.