D BZ FAN COVER!!!!

Chapter 2: A Different World

The lightning lit up the black sky. While the rain continued to pour from the black clouds, a strong wind blew into their faces. The awful weather didn't bother them at all. They flew as fast as possible toward the destination. Ever since they were told what happened, the men sought to find the place.

After two hours of flying, they halted. "Tenshinhan, stop!" The loud voice came from a long-haired martial artist who stared at the weird watch on his left wrist. "According to the coordinates that Bulma gave us, this is the place!" Steadily, he and his bald companion descended.

As they approached the ground, the bald martial artist noticed something when the lighting illuminated the valley. "Yamcha, look! There's the crater! This must be the area where they fought the Saiyan!" Wasting no time, Tenshinhan looked around for their friends.

They inspected the entire area around the crater. "C'mon, where are they!? Krillin! Master Roshi! Goku!" Yamcha's voice rang all over the place, but no response.

"Yamcha! Come here!"

Upon hearing the voice of his friend, the scar-faced warrior turned around. As he ran over, he stumbled against something. "What a…" He glanced down, only to have his eyes wide open. "N-No! K-Krillin!" The former desert bandit dropped on the wet ground and screamed.

Tears slid down his cheeks as he clung to the body of his short friend. "How could this happen!? T-There's no way you guys lost to some alien!" A thunder silenced his cry. He brought his late friend closer and whimpered.

"Yamcha."

The long-haired warrior raised his head and gazed at Tenshinhan, who carried somebody. "Master Roshi…" He clenched his teeth and looked down. It was too much. The pain was overwhelming.

Tenshinhan tried to keep his emotions in check, but not even he could hold back the tears. "I can't find Goku's or Piccolo's body." While he couldn't care less about the green warrior, the thought of Goku being gone was too much. "We lost them, Yamcha… This time forever." It was harsh and painful to say that now, but it was the truth.

He knew that already. With Piccolo dead, that meant Kami met the same fate as the evil counterpart. "I-I know! That's why this hurts so much!" Since Kami died together with Piccolo, the dragon balls were useless, turned to stones. "We should've been here! If we were here and helped fight the Saiyan than this, this…" He couldn't talk at all. Memories from the past flashed before his closed eyes.

The bald martial artist couldn't agree more. They should have been here, help Goku fight the enemy and take back his son. Instead, they were unaware of what was going on. While he trained and tried to keep the distance between himself and Launch, Yamcha was in the middle of a baseball game. They were fools. Distracted by unimportant things while their friends fought against a massive threat to humanity.

Tenshinhan cursed so loud that his voice reached the heavens. "Damn it! If only I sensed something was wrong! I'd get here and even die if need be, if that would help Goku get his son back!" He clutched the old man's body and despised himself for being such a fool.

Yamcha lifted his head and stopped crying for a moment. "Oh, no! What about Gohan!? D-Don't tell me he's…" He couldn't even force himself to finish the sentence. His black pupils quivered as he imagined the worst.

He knew what his friend tried to say, however; he wasn't so sure about that. "I don't know. Bulma said this Saiyan wanted to take Goku away, but Goku fought hard against it… Maybe the bastard took Gohan with him as Goku's replacement!" If that was the case, then they needed to do something. He didn't even want to speculate about what horrors awaited Goku's child.