[D][U] Hyperton Aftermath

[Grandpa Gohan]

The old man still lay sleeping on the gurney, which had been his bed for the last day and a half. His scarred flesh; the only remnants the battle against Outcasts was clearly visible for anyone to see. His chest, abdomen, and back had received most of the damage caused by the bomb. Shrapnel had tore across his entire body, leaving gashes, tears, and cuts everywhere. Though he was lucky in one respect, almost nothing had impacted his head.

Though in a much lighter state of unconscious than he was the previous day, he was still in a deep state of slumber. The young child, Pigero had been lost in the explosion. Though his name was just one on a long list of fallen Dante soldiers. The list almost had another name put on it yesterday: Gohan. Though if by chance alone he had been saved by a medical team that had been searching for survivors. He made a promise to himself; he would not let this chance go to waste.

The image of Pigero?s lifeless head in Gohan?s lap as he made his peace with his fallen comrade, he had apologized to the young warrior that he couldn?t have been there to save him.

To say that the elderly human wanted vengeance would be saying too little. No, what Gohan wanted was far more than vengeance, he wanted those Outcast bastards to suffer in a way that would make them wish they never crossed paths with him again, to simply run in fear at the mention of his name. Gohan would become the instrument of their death. He would become like a river; unrelenting and powerful.