@ Wassersaeufer: THX for your Kommie. I'm glad you like the story. :-)

@ crucifix: Brav. * pat * I also try to post at regular and very short intervals so that the waiting time and thus the temptation to read ahead is not so great. *G*
As I said, I'm sorry. I hope you are not angry, but if it annoys you that it takes me so long, I can understand ... Maybe you should just post your FF here, maybe I would then make it work to write commies regularly and you would have more opinions on the story than Fortunes and mine. Or did you want to wait to post?

"Son Goku`s son"

Bulma watched the whole scene from a safe distance. Where did Son Gohan get this energy from? He was still a little boy, but not just anyone: he was Son Goku's son.
`Oh Son Goku ... If only you could be here, you would show this guy what the hammer is ,` she thought sadly.Suddenly she was hit by a strong wind, which pushed her backwards with unbelievable force, so that she almost overturned. With all her strength she clung to the furrowed stone.
Gohan had launched an attack. And what a one. With angular movements, the bundled energy raced towards the Sayajin and struck.
"Yeah! Keep it up, Son Gohaaaaan! Give it to him!", Bulma screeched over the noise of the explosion, but she still had a strange feeling ...

Drops of sweat formed on Son Gohan's forehead and his breathing was quick and jerky. That was probably a bit too much and he had overestimated himself.
He clenched his teeth hard and growled as a person slowly peeled himself out of the smoke. No! It couldn't all be true! That was his strongest attack, his last trump card. Damn it!
"Not that much about it, kid.Who was your father to be worth dying for, huh? ", the Sayajin called out to him as he stepped a few meters forward with slow steps.
His combat suit was badly damaged and his left arm must have suffered quite a bit too, because he was cramped with his right hand. But apart from a few scratches and scrapes, this guy seemed fit. Actually impossible after such an attack. But that was also the case with Nappa ...
"My dad's name is Son Goku", Son Gohan replied softly, but just loud enough for the Sayajin to understand.
At first this name didn't seem to mean anything to him, but then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped down. As if seeing him for the first time, he stared at the boy from top to bottom.
"But ... then you are ... a Sayajin! You are Kakarott's son?" He stuttered. Gohan nodded barely noticeably."Yes. But I'm not one of you. You are monsters," replied Gohan with a determined voice. A faint noise behind him made him whirl around.
There Krilin had just struggled into an upright position and was now walking towards him with shaky steps.
"Krilin", Son Gohan exclaimed happily and his friend forced a pained smile. "Ouch ... I'm fine. Just a few scratches," he said bravely and Son Gohan beamed.
"You are right, you are not one of us," said the general suddenly in a different voice. Now, in addition to contempt and coldness, there was also scorn in her. "You are not a true sayajin because the blood of a traitor flows within you. Another reason to kill you."
Gohan glanced at the sayajin. Without going into his words, he turned back to Krilin and helped him up."Listen, Krilin. You have to get yourself and Bulma to safety. You mustn't die. You fly off alone ..."
Krilin's eyes widened in shock.
"That & # 8211; you can forget that." Resolutely, he looked the boy in the eye. No, he wouldn't run away and let the little one down. At least he owed that to his old friend Son Goku, he wouldn't let Gohan die.
& # 8222; I will fight by your side, whether you want it or not. & # 8220;
A slight scratch made her turn. One of the sayajins was heaving himself to his feet when his gaze fell on something that made him freeze in motion:
Krilin and Son Gohan followed his gaze and the general followed suit. Krilin winced barely noticeably and Gohan looked at him in panic.
"The spaceship," hissed the boy and looked frantically between the two sayajins. An ominous grin had spread across the face of the bigger one and he spun around without warning.In a flash he directed his hand to the large heap of rubble, concentrated his energy and before Son Gohan could even start moving, the ship exploded. The two of them wrenched their arms protectively in front of their faces, small stones and dust enveloped them, while they heard hoarse laughter.
The great Sayajin had turned his head to the sky and was laughing out loud. Gohan swallowed and clenched his fists. The dust brought tears to his eyes, but it made him cry. This ship had been their last hope. It was her only chance to ever come to Namek and collect the Dragon Balls there, the only chance & # 8211;
A thud, Krilin groaned and fell to the ground. Before Gohan realized what was happening, two strong arms grabbed him from behind and pulled him roughly in the air.
The general was only slowly recovering from his fit of laughter while Gohan tossed and turned wildly.The Sayajin's grip was rock hard, he growled angrily and tried to get free, but all his attempts were unsuccessful.
The general came slowly towards him. He cast a provocative look at the smoking wreckage of the spaceship.
"I would not have thought that lower beings like you would be able to build spaceships," he admitted, "it was certainly not you. Probably not the bald head either & # 8211; who was it then?"
Son Gohan fought furiously with the strength of the Sayajin behind him, who had both arms tucked under his armpits and made it almost impossible for him to move in any way. He tried to bite the man's arm and almost craned his neck. He kicked back, but that didn't help either.
"Let go of me!" He yelled, tugging desperately at his arms.
The general had meanwhile stepped up to Krilin, who was still on the ground and did not move."Look out, boy, I'll make you a suggestion," he said slowly and deliberately, while his cold eyes brushed Son Gohan's gaze, "If you tell me who built this ship, I'll leave your friend here alive. Is that not what? "
An evil grin crept onto his face and Gohan glared at him without saying a word.
"What do you think of that? Isn't that what you care about?"
"You damned -"
"But you are pretty rude." Gohan wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. The general grabbed Krilin by the collar and lifted him a little.
"Don't you want to change your mind?"
Gohan was silent. He stared down at the floor; he had given up trying to break free.
"It was ... a friend of mine," he finally began.

See you
.K.