SonGohan was still lying motionless on the floor. Cell just gathered his energy for a huge Kamehameha and fired it with all his might at SonGohan. "NNEEEIIINN" shouted Piccolo. Dust was thrown up. When this was down again Piccolo could see something again. But he could have done without it. Before him lay SonGohan, burned and covered in blood. He was dead. "AAAAAARRGGGGGGGGGHHH!" Exclaimed Piccolo. He opened his eyes. Again his thoughts had wandered off. Something was wrong with him today. He just couldn't concentrate today. The same images kept popping up in front of him. SonGohan, who was dead on the floor, and the others who laughed at him because he was too weak. That was what tormented him the most. But it was true. He was really way too weak. He has always lagged behind the Saiyajins. And once he caught up with them, it wasn't long before they were stronger than him again. He had come to terms with it now.But this dream reawakened his old malice about it. Or wasn't it a dream at all? It had felt so real. Was it a glimpse into the future?