Gohan's Vengeance

Chapter Six: "Dangerous Gambit: Piccolo Comes
To the Rescue!"

"Hi guys, how's the go going?" Trunks said smiling.

"Fine-but I thought you left for the future," Gohan asked.

"I did. But on my way, I sensed a terrible disturbance in your timeline! It was so odd. I felt as if my Saiyan wisdom was left behind, and I could still feel what was happening here. So, where's Goku?" Trunks finished.

There was an awkward silence, but Gohan broke in: "He-he w-was…"

Trunks figured out what the boy was trying to say. "Ugh! No! NOOOOO!!!" He yelled into the midday sunlight. "N-Not Goku! HOW COULD YOUUUU?!?!?!"

"Well! I see Goku had a special place in your delicate hearty-heart! C'mon kid, you think you can just cut me off like that? Let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is!" #22 beckoned.

"SURE!!! After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint Mr. Roboto!" Trunks said with mild sarcasm.

Trunks yelled with a huge battle cry, and he bolted forth, flying for #22. He landed a kick that would have taken any human's head off. However, #22 didn't flinch. He chopped Trunks in the throat. He coughed and fell on the ground.

"Hmm…" #22 smiled as he scanned Trunks for information, "…ah, son of the great Prince Vegeta!" he turned to Vegeta, "Where's your Saiyan Empire now, Noble Prince? Have they all run off on you? Or were you too weak to protect your people?" #22 stepped closer, as he was now three inches from Vegeta's face. "You're nothing of true royalty, just like your dead daddy," the Android whispered.

With lightening speed, Vegeta shot his and forward and tightly grabbed #22 in the face. Vegeta's palm lit up and there was a huge flash. #22 shot backwards, his seemingly lifeless body skidding on the ground. The heat of Vegeta's light-ray had scorched #22's head clean off.

Vegeta wasn't exactly doing a victory dance. His head was hung low. For the first time ever, they saw Vegeta cry.

"Ugh…what have I done? I call myself the prince of a warrior race, when I have no warrior race to rule?" Vegeta yelled. "FATHER!!! HOW COULD YOU HAVE DIED?!?!?! YOU WERE THE KING OF THE SAIYANS!!!"

#22's head was already regenerated. "Oh, boohoo! Cut the sentimental crap, and let's fight like men!"

"I wouldn't advise you to carry on with the insults, lawnmower-man!" Vegeta put his hands together and yelled, releasing a chi-blast. #22 ducked and the blast hit a giant column that was still standing, destroying it.

"Think fast, King Nothing!" #22 flew forth, dropping Vegeta with a single kick to the chest.

"DAD!!!" Trunks yelled.

Piccolo dove in front of Trunks. "No Trunks, you're still injured! I'll go in!"

The Super-Namekian ran with lightening-like speed, and tackled the Android. This was the best hit anyone had had on #22 all day. The mechanical beast's armor had dented, and Piccolo felt the Android's spirit decrease.

"Well, it looks like you're power's gotten smaller," Piccolo smirked to #22.

"Bullshit! I have no power level, remember? I'm purely mechanical," #22 spat.

"Everything that moves, lives, or needs, has a certain chi of its own. Over my intense hours of meditation, I have trained my senses to find life force in even the most machine-like of beings. Your evilness is so great that it stands out, even though you're basically just a heap of bolted refrigerator parts," Piccolo ended with a joke.

"Freaking liar! You will pay for your nonsense with pain!" #22 yelled.

"Bring it on, robo-boy!" Piccolo sneered back.