The long haired Saiyan was losing his mind. No matter what he did, this man either blocked or dodged it. He was no longer arrogant or cocky, all of his attacks were well strategized. Launching a ki blast at Akuma, he jumped into the air to escape from being hit. Raditz flew up above him attempting to hammerblow him to the ground. When he brought his hands down, they met nothing. The master of ensatsukan teleported, appearing below him and grabbing his ankle. He threw him to the ground, dirt and chunks of ground flew up from the impact of his landing.

The supreme master of fists dropped to the ground on his feet, no emotion showing on his face. Raditz was slow to get up, a gash opened up on his forehead, the blood oozing freely, forming a crimson mask. "Your weakness sickens me. Leave my sight!" The long haired Saiyan didn't listen, if his scouter wasn't lying in ruin he would've felt the increase in energy behind him.

Slowly he rose to his feet, breathing heavily, totally beaten and exhausted. "Go to Hell!" Gathering up whatever energy he could summon, he turned to face Akuma, ready to release an attack. Akuma was already in front of him with his hands cupped to his side. Raditz's eyes were like those of a deer caught in the headlights.

"Massatsu Gou Hadou!!!" Thrusting his hands forward a massive wave of dark purple energy erupted from his hands. The wave consumed Raditz, his screams echoing off the hills, until he was incinerated into nothing. When his foe was no longer existant, he stood back up. "There will be more of them and they are even more powerful," nearly laughing, "a year is just enough time."

He slowly walked over to the unconscious boy, picking him up and draping him over his shoulder. A weak ki blast made contact with his back. He already knew that the green man had just awoken and is not a threat to him. "Where are you taking him?" his voice was weak, but still had power behind it.

Akuma glanced over his shoulder. "I'm sure you heard." he smirked. "I'm going to train him for the battle ahead."

Piccolo was about to protest, before he could though, he disappeared. With his hightened hearing he could hear the sound of propellers swiping through the air, knowing that a helicopter was headed this way. He regained his composure, waiting patiently for them to arrive.

He didn't have to wait long, however, within five minutes the helicopter landed and the hatch was lowered. Master Roshi, Bulma and Krillen rushed out, looking around for Goku and Gohan. "They are gone."

"What do you mean 'gone'?" Bulma asked.

"Goku was killed by him and this other guy took Gohan." Piccolo said, irritation clear in his voice.

"And you didn't stop him?" the bald headed human asked.

"You've got to be joking!" he snarled. "That guy was stronger than Raditz, in my weakened condition I'd have been wiped out!"

"He's right, there wasn't anything he could've done." Roshi said, stepping between them and the Namekian. "If he were our enemy...Piccolo would be dead."

"Bulma," the pointy eared warrior spoke. "I think you should collect the dragonballs and wish for Goku to be returned within a year."

"Why a year?"

"Goku's brother said two more powerful Saiyans will come to exterminate everyone on earth a year from now."

"Two more?!" Krillen nearly @#%$ himself.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "in the meantime we'll go to the lookout and train. Yamcha and Tien should be there now."

They said their goodbyes then Krillen and Piccolo flew off towards the lookout. Neither of them talked much, but bother were thinking the same thing, just how strong these other Saiyan warriors are. Most importantly what this guy has in store for Gohan.
 

 Chapter 5

"I want my daddy!"

"Your dad's dead."

"I want to go home!"

"Shut up!"

He looked at him, and in the firelit cave he saw that the boy had stopped crying, leaving just the trails of dried tears on his cheeks and tear drops on his chin, were not for his whinning he would be a good kid. He was very weak and scarred easily.

"Who are you?"

"That's better. I'm Akuma."

"Did you kill the man that killed my daddy? You must be pretty strong." He stood up. Gohan looked up at him. "What're we doing out here."

"I'm going to train you to become a warrior."

"Really? Do you think I'll ever be as strong as my dad?"

"One of these days." He looked out of the cave entrance, staring at the moon. He had looked into the boys mind while he was asleep, seeing a huge apelike creature going on a rampage under the light of the moon and decided it was best to chop off the boys tail. He then changed the boys memories to make it so he never knew he had a tail. While peering inside his mind, he came across a different version of the boy...a darker more demented version. Laughing to himself, he knew he was destined to be a student of Massatsu.

"Wow," he said. "Do you think I'll be stronger than him?"

"If you continue to train with me," he said, "by the time you're a teenager you'll have surpassed him."

"When will we begin?"

"In the morning," he said, "after you've gotten more rest."

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I have no need to sleep."

"Goodnight, Mr. Akuma." he smiled, laying down on the hard surface of the cave, although he wasn't used to sleeping on rocky terrain he was soon fast asleep.

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He ignored their negativity. "The room of Time and Spirit...that is where we'll train extensively. The lookout will be our home for a year and hopefully it'll be enough."

"Piccolo is right. In that room you'll face Saiyans who are stronger than you all. It will take a team effort, you will not prevail by your individual strength alone." Kami glanced at the warriors gathered before him, the looks on their faces shown doubt, fear, more importantly determination. On the way to the room of Time and Spirit he could hear Yamcha and Tien whispering, though; he could hear Yamcha say it was hopeless and Tien trying to talk some sense into him.

"Shut up, you two, I've had enough of your talking. I'm surprised Krillen hasn't complained yet." the young Namekian said.

He shrugged. "When Goku gets back there's nothing to worry about. Not to mention this other guy that killed Raditz. Who knows, maybe even Gohan will be strong enough to help us in a year too."

"Right on," the man with a scar along his cheek said. "Maybe we will get out of this alive."

The triclops put a hand on his shoulder briefly with his left hand. "That's right, Yamcha."

"We are here." the guardian of earth said, stopping outside of a brown door with a golden handle. "I've already preped the room...all you have to do is go in and stand in the center of the room then your session will begin. When you are killed in the other dimension the session will end and you will return to this plane of existance." He opened the door, each of the warriors, save Piccolo and Tien, entered with caution. "Good luck," shutting the door behind them.
 

Chapter 6

Two men, one very tall, muscular and bald. The other was short with raven black hair that stood straight up atop his head. Both were sitting next to a fire, eating on some unknown animal meat, in the middle of a forrest. They had heard the transmission about the dragonballs thanks to Raditz's scouter. The big guy discarded the meatless bone and looked at the guy next to him.

"Guess we're headed for earth, huh, Vegeta?"

"Yes, Nappa," he said, tossing the bone over his shoulder, "we'll go there, have some fun and collect the dragonballs."

"Then we can wish for immortality and rule the universe."

The two Saiyans laughed, soon their dream would become a reality. Who would've thought a puny planet such as earth would have dragonballs. Namek was the only other planet that had dragonballs. One thought plagued Vegeta, why didn't Raditz transform into an Oozaru? He probably had a good reason for not doing so, but still---

A rustling in the bushes pulled him from his thoughts. Vegeta got to his feet without giving it a second thought, he had already formed an energy ball and threw the energy ball into the area behind him. A scream filled with anguish followed by an explosion ripped throught the forrest.

"Let's go, Nappa, we're done here."

Nappa stood up, following Vegeta to their spacepods. Pushing a button on the side of each of them, they opened and they proceeded to enter them. The Saiyans' set a course for earth, their cryosleep taking effect almost immediately as the hatch closed. The spacepods erupted from the ground and broke through the atmosphere.

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Gohan awoke to the sun in his eyes, blinking he sat up, looking around the inards of the cave.

"Where did he go? Mr. Akuma, where are you?"

"Outside. You're finally awake, now we can begin."

"Okay," he said, standing and dusting his clothes off. His dad never taught him how to fight, and he hoped Akuma wasn't going to be too rough on him. "What are we doing?"

"We're going to start with the basics." He was meditating all night. He could tell that this boy was a natural at fighting, but he wanted him to be able to bring Gohan's rage to the surface, allowing him to use it at will without getting angry. He knew Gohan wasn't going to succeed, so he gave him a taste of the Satsui no Hadou while he was asleep. Gohan's body could withstand it, his mind was the only thing in question.

"When do we start?"

"Now," Akuma said. Appearing in front of Gohan, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him through the cave entrance. He went skidding face first across the ground, coming to a stop under the canopy of a tree. "First lesson, be on guard at all times."

Akuma launched himself at him and kicked him into the air, not giving the child anytime to recover. Gohan's power increased slightly, rolling backwards, planting his feet on the tree trunk and blasted after Akuma. Akuma easily sidestepped. He brought his knee up into his midsection, but not with his full strength. Before Gohan hit the ground he did a somersault roll away from Akuma, doing a one-eighty degree turn, so that he was facing him, soaring at Akuma with a flying kick. He latched onto his ankle, spinning around and tossing Gohan through a tree behind him. The tree splintered, sending chips of wood flying before it gave way and fell to the ground. Akuma could feel that with each hit Gohan's power grew.

This kid is strong, already stronger than his father. he said to himself. Not even Ryu's power rose when I struck him, he will become the embodiment of the Satsui no Hadou, much like me. Not in all my years have I met anyone with this kind of potential and murderous intent that could very well match my own, but all this in an innocent child. And when it all comes down to it, he could be my equal later in life. He'll be a great warrior.

Gohan pushed himself to his feet slowly, a red aura surrounding him, showing that the Dark Hadou has taken over. He did not attack, but managed a sinister smile (to Akuma it reminded him of himself) and gestured for Akuma to attack.

Akuma took off, lashing out with a spin kick aimed for Gohan's head. His kick hit nothing but air, he could hear a sadistic chuckle behind him. He sounded so much like him, or perhaps the devil himself.

In a slow, smooth, deep kneebend, Gohan launched himself at Akuma and slammed his head into his chest. He didn't budge, placing a hand on the young hybrid's stomach, blasting him into the sky. Gohan's body soared through the air, and Akuma was above him, gathering energy between his hands, all he could do was ascend to meet him. "Gou Hadou Ken!!!" he screamed out, a demonic pink colored energy wave sent the young boy crashing into the ground.

The powerful demon stayed hovering in the sky, watching the dust cloud settle. Gohan was lifeless, not dead, just limp. He appeared next to him, then he gazed at his body, checking to look for scars, possible broken ribs, internal bleeding, and came up with none of the above. He didn't know anything about the Saiyan race yet; they did have a high threshold for pain and their power grew after intense battles.

"You did well, kid." turning on his heel, he walked away.