Dragonball Super Z http://hometown.aol.com/juuhachigouda/dbszfic.html By: Juuhachi-gou and MiraiBulma Dragonball Z Walking On The Sun: Part Four "Walking on the Sun" So don't delay, act now--supplies are running out Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow But if the offer's shunned, you might as well be walking on the sun --Smashmouth, "Walking On The Sun" ~*~ "Bakarashii," snarled Vegeta. "And what are we supposed to call this miracle? Go-gou or Koukou?" **Neither**, a voice said in all their minds. Distant, like the roar of energy; echoing and redoubled, like the voice of a Fusion; unmistakably Gokou's voice, and nothing at all like his voice. **I am the one who will exist only once, because of the price that must be paid. I am the one born to destroy the darkness. I AM KOUGOU, THE HYPER SAIYAJIN.** Kougou's head lifted from regarding the Zed and Mirai Zed Fighters, turning to regard Ryubarasu for the first time. **And I am your finish.** Ryubarasu's face twisted in scorn. "You think so," he sneered. "You're nothing more than a moment's inconvenience to me, whatever you choose to call yourself. When I've done with you, I'll finish this world and move on my way." His right hand shot up and fired, the black beam lancing out at the burning white figure, who stood his ground at it struck-- And rebounded. "N...Nanda?!" Ryubarasu's face paled, then reddened with anger as he fired, again, and again, and again. Each time the black ki beam simply seemed to bend away from Kougou, who never moved, only watched with a deadly calm patience as the DragonKiller raged and summoned ever more power, the ground rupturing under him and bleeding streams of lava at the stress, till they stood in the middle of a river of fire. When the DragonKiller paused at last, gasping and trembling, Kougou tipped his head. **Enough, now. I have no more time to play.** With no apparent motion, he was suddenly in the DragonKiller's face, one fist already arcing in to hammer into the other being's chest with the sound of a mountain breaking in half. And a crack DID appear, as if Ryubarasu was made of crystal and the hammer had descended to shatter him open. Some bright spark shot up from that, expanding in the air to form a sinuous coiling shape-- **Ossu, Shenlon.** Kougou smiled at the Dragon. **Wait a moment, onegai. I have to free your brothers too.** The smile fading, he half crouched and rained blows on the Killer, fists blurred streaks of light that merged into one long outpouring, a flood, a hundred strikes in the space of a heartbeat, each one clefting Ryubarasu open in another place and another and another. From all of those places the sparks escaped, filling the air with a hundred forms, the Dragons Ryubarasu had stolen and imprisoned within himself. With their passage, he screamed in agony, dwindling, and still Kougou struck, till with one last thunderclap he sent Ryubarasu flying, a battered, broken thing, charred from the inside by his ambition and from the outside by the light. Then there was quiet, except for the faintest twittering of a bird, somewhere, as the clouds began to break apart and drift off and let the sun back through. "Yatta," Mirai Gohan said, fists clenched, face alight with joy. "He did it, he did it!!" Joyfully, he turned. "Piccolo-san, did you see--" he stopped. His mentor wasn't moving. Rather, he was staring at Kougou, face bleak. "Piccolo-san..?" "What is it you desire of us?" a voice boomed in the air, drawing everyone's attention again. Shenlon had lowered his head, turning it curiously, almost respectfully, in front of his rescuer. "We must all grant the wish we were summoned for before we can rest. What is your desire?" **It's an easy one for you all to grant me.** Kougou looked around at the Dragons. **I wish that all of you would go back to the worlds you belong to and put them right, as if the DragonKiller had never come to destroy and to steal your spirits. Restore the lands, the lives, that he took, all of them, everywhere, in his search for your power, to the full reach of your powers. Then return to your eternal slumbers and sleep well.** A hundred heads shifted; then, as one, the other Eternal Dragons also bowed their heads. In a hundred different languages they spoke, and yet each of their words was clear to understand: Your Wish Is GRANTED! One final crack of noise and light, and they were gone, without a trace. **Gohan/Mirai Gohan.** Mirai Gohan started, then stepped a little forward. "H-hai, Gok-- anou.. um. .Tousan..." Kougou looked at him, an infinite tenderness in his eyes. **Tell your kaasan I love her. And take some of that love for yourself too, my son. My only son...** With a little sigh, Kougou closed his eyes and fell from the air. One fell; two struck. "TOUSAAAAN!" Gohan leapt forward, his future twin only a step behind him, and all the other Warriors crowding round in the next step. Both Gokous lay huddled on the ground, one breathing in great ragged gasps, obviously exhausted but able to offer a weak thumbs up as they approached. But the other... the one with the tail... lay still, as still as the stones. "Tousan--" Mirai Gohan caught up his father, turning him, searching the face so pale, so empty of its usual cheerfulness...so empty of anything at all. "OTOUSAAAAN!" "The power of a god," Piccolo's voice broke in. "The power of a god, in a mortal form. It was more than they could stand. The 'price which must be paid'.... is a life. And Mirai Gokou's the weaker of the two.. so it burnt him up first. He gave the Fusion all the power he had, and when that was gone... looks like he offered up the energy of his soul." Mirai Gohan choked, his sight blurring. "Iie... iie, tousan..." he shook his head. "You can't, you can't leave us again, you can't leave us forever--" "Senzou," Vegeta said. "None left," Mirai Trunks said, sweating. "I, I gave the last one to the boys...right before Juu-chan rescued us..." Fighting back the tears, Mirai Gohan started to lower his father, then had the limp form snatched from his grip. "Nanda--" he started, and stopped, as Mirai Vegeta ripped off his gauntlets impatiently and slammed his hands flat to Mirai Gokou's chest, ki flaring. Long moments passed as neither man moved, though twice Mirai Vegeta shivered, and the sweat began to pour off him as his muscles tensed in the reflection of some great effort. Then Mirai Gokou gasped, convulsing, and quieted, breathing halting at first but steadying as Mirai Vegeta drew back his hands and wiped a shaking hand over his brow. After a moment or two dark eyes opened, unfocussed at first, then clearing. "Kakarott." Mirai Vegeta leaned in. "Do you know me?" "H....hai, Vegeta..." "Good." Abruptly Mirai Vegeta lifted a hand and cracked his time's Gokou a vicious backhand strike, enough to rack the other Saiyajin's head half round and split open his mouth. "Neboken-ja neyo!!" he roared. "What do you think you're doing?! Chikusho!" Leaning in, he fisted a hand in Mirai Gokou's gi and hauled him up. "Don't think you're going to escape your destiny that easily. Your life is in MY hands! I'm the one who will kill you, in the place and time of my choosing. You low-born idiot, has the half of your brain that works dribbled out your ears?! You live by MY will, and I'll end your miserable existence when it pleases me to! --Do you understand?!?!" Mirai Gokou only looked at him a moment, then smiled, just a bit. Very very softly, he said, "Hai, wakatta... watashi na ojisama." Then he closed his eyes wearily. "I think...I gonna take little nap now." "GHUH!" Piccolo's jaw dropped. "What the-- 'my PRINCE'?!" Rounding on his counterpart, he demanded, "Since when does Gokou call ANYONE by a respectful title?!" "...Since now," Mirai Piccolo answered, equally shocked. Neither of the two men being discussed seemed to hear, or pay any attention. Mirai Vegeta simply let his Gokou flop back to the ground, smirked, stood up... and promptly fell flat over on top of Mirai Gokou, unconscious before he landed. "Papa! Gokou-san!" Mirai Trunks said, kneeling quickly to check both men. He sighed with relief, turned to the group. "They're just both passed out." "What did he do?" Gohan wondered aloud, supporting his own father. "Tousan? What did Mirai Vegeta-san do?" "I dunno," Gokou answered. "We gonna have to ask him that when he wakes up I guess." Unseen by any of them, a tattered scarecrow shape rose up, hollow glare fixed on their backs. Using one hand to steady the other, Ryubarasu raised the negative ki generator. Maybe he didn't have the power of a hundred dragons any more, but if he could drain the energy of his tormentors, it would be enough to begin again, and satisfy his ache for revenge. No one was taking any notice of him; they were all too busy studying two of their fallen number who lay in a heap on the ground. Ryubarasu grinned and took careful aim at Gokou's broad back-- Without turning, without any change of stance or expression, without even looking around, Mirai Juuhachi-gou lifted her arm and fired behind her, once. Those around her looked up and around just in time to see the once-DragonKiller vaporized where he stood by the blue- white blast of energy. There was a long, stunned silence, broken finally by the present Juuhachi-gou. "Nice shot," she said. Mirai Juuhachi-gou simply smiled and nodded once in reply. End Chapter Sixteen