A/N: Thanks to all the nice reviews!

Moori's mouth gaped open and closed several times, unable to believe the revelation that had been thrown at him like a bomb. Gohan's slate gray eyes were dull and unfocused, but still dangerous. Moori knew full well he was holding a ticking time bomb. The hatred that was ravaging Gohan's innards was easy enough for him to sense. If he had any sense, he'd put the boy out of his misery right now. It would be better than letting his anger stew and intensify. But Moori had a heart. Pure pragmatism, it was not the Namekian way. And so Moori nodded.

"Gohan...it has been a long time" Moori said, enunciating each word carefully. The wrong word, and the powder keg would explode. Gohan's eyes showed very little reaction, still maintaining that drugged look. It suddenly occurred to Moori that once the drowsiness was gone, Gohan would feel the pain of his ruined arm again. What kind of reaction would he have? Moori gulped hard and sped up his flight.

"How did I get here?" Gohan groaned, his mind still groggy. He could barely see straight and a horrible, bruise-like pain was on the back of his neck. Thankfully for Moori, Gohan didn't turn his head to the arm.

"Well, Gohan, err...Freeza's army attacked. And you were caught off-guard" Moori lied, saying the first thing that came to mind. If he told the truth, Gohan was certain to become enraged. Besides, it wasn't a complete lie. Gohan had certainly been caught off-guard and Freeza's army had indeed attacked. Gohan seemingly accepted his answer, before closing his eyes to rest them.

"Are we going to the healers?" Gohan said, his tone sleepy. Whis's chop had certainly worked him over, and Gohan was horribly fatigued.

"Yes, Gohan, yes, we are. Now, just keep sleeping. The healers can't heal fatigue" Moori urged, mentally crossing his fingers. Please, let Gohan be too tired to ask questions. Gohan's eyes cracked open just a slit, his gray aura making a sound like breaking wood as it flared up a bit more. The slate gray flames of ki became more violent for an instant before subduing entirely. Gohan let out a grunt of acknowledgement before fully closing his eyes and letting his breathing calm. Moori let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Now, it was time to fix Gohan's mind. The Namekian Elder placed a palm to Gohan's head and used his telepathy again, exercising more caution this time.

Gohan's mind was torn, golden lights being snuffed out by a wave of gray that smothered all in its path. With the utmost care, Moori took the gray and buried it into the subconscious. The gold was weak and barely alive, but there was nothing Moori could do for it. The most Moori could do was bury the gray and hope that the gold could survive now. As Moori exited the mindscape, he checked Gohan's eyes. Pulling the eyelid up revealed that the eyes were their usual onyx. Good, the bad ki had been subdued. It was now up to Gohan's shouki to be strong enough to repel the rest of the gray.

"Elder Moori!" said a Namekian healer, jolting Moori from his thoughts. He saw four young healers around him, each wearing a face of concern.

"Ah, hello. Why are you not meditating?" Moori asked, making a gesture with his hand to keep the volume down.

"We felt a poisonous ki near you. We felt it would be best to check it out" one of the healers said, looking down at the boy in Moori's arms. "Was he wounded by the poisonous ki?" the healer asked, causing Moori to bite his lip. He knew Namekian rules full well, they would never heal a bad person. But Gohan wasn't a bad person, was he? That toxic ki was only temporary, Gohan wasn't like that. Moori dropped pragmatic concerns and listened to his heart. Gohan had helped them. He deserved the benefit of the doubt.

"Yes, the ki wounded him" Moori answered, quickly moving a hand up to tell them to stop. "Ask no further, this matter is too complex to lay out at the moment. We must heal him now" Moori said, alighting on the ground and laying down Gohan's limp body onto the grass. The healers shrugged and moved to Gohan's sides, their hands emanating a golden light as they did their best to repair the hideous damages.

"This wound is minutes old. How did he get hurt?" one of the healers asked.

"I'm not at liberty to say. Please, I will explain this all later" Moori pleaded, hoping the healer didn't press further. The healer gave Moori and odd look, but returned to his work.

"If he had been here immediately, we could have fixed him. As it is, the nerve damage is irreparable" the healer who had asked noted. "We may set his bone and flesh, but he will never be able to properly use this arm again"

"Oh my. Well, in tha-" Moori began, before he was cut off by the sound of crackling. Oh no, this couldn't be happening, not now. The youth began to slowly get up, using his wounded arm almost as a crutch to get up. At the very least it wasn't outwardly damaged. Hopefully, Gohan wouldn't notice. That horrid, hazy aura grew in strength and now that Gohan was standing, Moori could properly look at it. Most auras had a spiked, jagged, or curly edge that would loop itself endlessly. This aura of Gohan's, it was nothing like that. It seemed to seep out a smog endlessly, making the aura enormous by comparison to many others. Within a five foot radius of Gohan, it looked as if mist was coming out of some breed of machine. Gohan cracked his neck, revealing the ugly bruise on his neck had disappeared. Moori practically beat himself up for his stupidity. Why hadn't he told the healers to avoid that?

"Ah, I forgot how good Namekian healing feels" Gohan said, remarkably casual for having an aura that looked like factory emissions and eyes that might as well have been pebbles of slate. He lazily extended his good arm and held up his palm. Moori had no time to cry a warning before there was a sound like a falling tree as Gohan fired a blobby, smoking blast of ki towards an island, obliterating it. Moori and the healers lay on the ground, covering their faces and cowering from the sudden attack. "Hehe, man up" Gohan snorted, looking down at the fallen Namekians with a fair bit of imperiousness. Just as Moori was about to rebuke Gohan, he noticed tinges of gold returning to the aura. Gohan staggered on his feet, clutching at his head. This kindled some new hope in Moori. Gohan was showing enough inner strength to repel the gray. Gohan leaned against a rock, grabbing at his head. His bad arm twitched and spasmed as he did so, the nervous damage obvious for anyone with eyes. Gohan let out a bloodcurdling, raw scream as his ki exploded outward, gray and yellow strands infusing and battling for dominance.

"Easy, Gohan" Moori said, scrambling to his feet and moving to support Gohan's violently shaking body. The gray smoke twisted and disappeared, the gold pushing outward slowly. Gohan let out a hacking cough, bits of the gray spilling from his mouth as it was purged from him.

"I-i'm s-sorry" Gohan managed to get out, coughing out even more of the poisonous influence created by his grief. Moori nodded, patting Gohan's back as the ki continued spilling out of him. This would be with Gohan for the rest of his life, but hopefully, by purging the majority of it now, it would be easier to handle. Then came the distinctive "fwoosh" of Instant Transmission. Moori's eyes widened and he did his best to turn Gohan's head. If he saw Goku now, this would all be for naught.

Goku was just about to open his mouth when Piccolo clasped his fingers over it, making a "shh" motion with his free hand. Goku nodded in understanding and moved behind a rock, huffing somewhat childishly. Okay, so maybe he had been a bit reckless in just teleporting here. But he had felt a massive spike in ki. That demanded investigation! It had nothing to do with looking for a good fight. Not at all, right? Eventually, Gohan's seemingly endless howling stopped.

"Now you can come out" Piccolo said, turning the corner and causing an excited Goku to leap out, eager to see what had become of his son.