Suddenly, his eyes widened, as Cell directed an outstretched palm towards the Earth, "My my Gohan, just how many more innocent bystanders are you going to let me kill before you fulfil your promise of destroying me?" The young super saiyan gritted his teeth, just what was that monster planning? Though it would be interesting to see how much further I can push you." "In your condition?" He scoffed mockingly, "I highly doubt it. Gohan snarled, his broken heart pumping with adrenaline, "I'll make you pay Cell."
#GOBAN THE DESTROYER ANDROID#
They watched disbelievingly, as the eleven year old's eyes glinted with malicious intent, striking powerfully at the android before he was knocked back just as hard.Ĭell chuckled as they broke apart, "You're letting your anger blind you boy." The Z-Fighters took to the air, as sonic booms caused the ground below them to shake uncontrollably. No, it was a battle of vengeance and desperation, a furious scrap between two titans, a fight to the death - and it was close. It was no longer a tournament of perfection, of proving ones worth. Lightening bolts rippled over his golden aura as he manically charged at Cell, yet quickly found that the android was managing to keep up with him. Gohan's grief overwhelmed him, his blood boiled over and he leaped at the android before anyone could blink, ignoring the startled squarks and roars of desperation from his friends. Cell was back, gloating fuchsia eyes leering at the young saiyan as he stood before them, more powerful than ever before. Suddenly, laughter cut through the air like a knife, and a familiar bundle of Ki's illuminated his senses. He could feel the eyes of his friends burning into him, and through his grief could he just make out his father's best friend talking to him in hushed tones, a strong hand clasped firmly against his shoulder in reassurance. Son Gohan sobbed, the desperate, heart wrenching cries for his father echoing around the barren wasteland. Golden spikes of hair fell about his face, tears intermingled with blood, sweat and dirt. It was over, and the pint-sized competitor fell to his knees. Perhaps the warriors of Earth had put too much faith in the boy? As it was with a painful realisation that he was growing reckless, cocky, especially when he had hit the android with so much force that the young woman was expelled within the depths of the beast's gut.įury, this time from the android, a threat to Earth, a young boy's mistake and a father's sacrifice. Hope swelled in their feverish hearts as the boy overpowered the malicious android, yet that hope slowly turned to worry and uncertainty. The warriors, battle torn and bloodied beyond belief were awestricken, rooted to the spot as they stared disbelievingly at the once innocent little boy that had now surpassed every single one of them. The whole world shook with an agonising force, as the lad who had not even entered his teens struck the bio-android down with two mighty blows. It was unyielding, consuming, as waves of rippling power washed over the battle field. Then, there was rage, rage that ignited a fire in a young boy that refused to be put out. They were going to die, he was going to loose them all. The need to save his friends was overwhelming, and every strike, every blow that crippled them reached his ears in a sickening rhythm. The battlefield was painted red with blood, intermingled with the tears that spilled from the boys deep emerald eyes. One being strived to prove his perfection, whilst the other strived to unleash the imperfection within. The entire world waited with baited breath as good challenged evil, as light struggled to overcome the darkness in a tournament of fighting skill and glory.
And so it was that on this day in the month of May, in the age of 767 on a planet made of mud and water, did the destiny of a young boy come into question. One small change, one rash decision can alter the ripple of time itself, break the chain, shift the winds of direction. It is said that one's destiny is already set in stone, yet the consequences of our actions are so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future and by extension, destiny, is a very difficult business indeed. A familiar scene, a change of heart, a drastic decision that will alter the fate of the universe forever.
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