Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or GT. Akira Toriyama created the characters, and they are owned and licensed by Toei Animation Co. Ltd Shuisha Bird studios and Shonen Jump.

Retaliation Trouble Inside.

Far above Earth the thinner atmosphere swirled around Kami's Lookout. Inside the young guardian of Earth observed all of the unfortunate events, his hands pressed to his pounding head. Nearby him hovered Mr. Popo who was pressing a cold cloth to Dende's forehead. He had set a tray of tea next to the Guardian earlier that remained unconsumed.

"It's still so hard to move, let alone think," Dende murmured, rubbing his forehead.

"You barely survived the first attack. Take comfort in the fact that the situation has finally come under control, sir," Mr. Popo reminded his employer.

"I feel so helpless. I'm supposed to guard earth and I simply let those malevolent souls through..." Dende lamented. Mr. Popo handed him the cup of tea, and helped steady his shaking hand to sip it.

Energy pulsed and fluxed, tingling in both their senses. Mr. Popo stepped away from Dende to bow his head in respect for the figure that suddenly crackled into solid three dimensions. Long white hair rippled down the back of the Supreme Kai, reaching past his waist nearly to his knees. He levitated forwards, lifting a lavender hand towards Dende.

"Your supremeness sir," Dende whispered, lifting his head. "Forgive me if I don't rise..."

"You shouldn't feel badly, Dende," Kibito Kai reassured him. "The power responsible for this was far greater than you could have fought on your own. It was unfortunate that I had my attention elsewhere in the universe till now. King Kai only managed to alert the Grand Kai of what was going on down in Hell.

"So many malevolent spirits at once clamoring to get out," whispered Dende. "It was like being hit with a sledgehammer. By the time I came round Mr. Popo told me that Uub and Goku had come to the rescue of Pan."

"Gohan is on his way now," said Supreme Kai with a nod. Dende glanced up at him, relief covering his face.

"What sort of power could do this, even rival that of the Kais or overcome King Yemma and not have me sense it till it was too late?" Dende asked. "And allow the spirits of the Saiyans to come to my protectorate?"

"King Yemma managed to stop any more from exiting. But even he was taken by surprise. Someone started a revolt in hell, and it took much to stop them," mumbled Kibito Kai.

"Show me," asked Dende wearily. Kibito Kai inclined his head, and Dende did the same. An invisible link opened between them.

Images of a black wave of energy slamming into King Yemma trickled from Kibito Kai towards Dende. His huge throne topped backwards, cracking his head against the high back while his table spun to the side. Thousands of sheets of paper swirled around in the howling wind as attendants rushed about trying to grab them. Mr. Popo too was privy to the shared information.

Suddenly in the midst of the chaos and shouting voices a majestic and shadowy blue soul soared through the gate of Hell. Behind him soared three armored figures, each gleefully grinning with evil. Despite the shouts of warning they easily shot off through King Yemma's castle walls.

Moments later through the parting smoke could be seen Kibito Kai. Other shadowy figures were leaking out, attacking with blazing spheres of energy. A horned helmeted lizard slashed about with his sword, scattering the other demonic attendants. Then Kai raised his hand and hurled a wave of blue power towards the attackers. They slammed backwards into the wall with the force of his energy blast. Two haloed heroes drifted from behind him, one wearing a high turban and the other tall and bronze skinned. Pikuhan and a few other champions from Otherworld attacked the remaining escapers, driving them back.

"Away with you! Be gone to Hell where you belong!" Kibito Kai shouted.

More energy surged from his fingertips, whisking the souls around in a whirlwind. They spun towards the open gate, while Kibito Kai lifted his other hand. Rocks levitated and drifted back to the place where they had fallen from a gaping hole. Seamlessly they blended together as if no damage had occurred. Then he turned to King Kai, around which the other demons were gathering. Others struggled to gather up the scattered papers.

"Anything else sir?" Pikuhan asked.

"You'd better get down there and help restore order," Kibito Kai instructed.

"Right," the champions from otherworld nodded as they headed out the door leading to snake way. Many of the attendants glanced up in horror at Kibito, collectively dropping their jaws while their eyes widened. Very few had been around to even see the Supreme Kai himself and many quaked in fear.

"Your supremeness forgive us!" they all gasped, half bowing and half struggling to grab the fluttering sheets.

"Quickly, clean this up. I'll see to King Yemma," Kibito instructed. He knelt by the huge guardian's head, touching fingertips to his brow. Healing energies surged through and relieved the worst of the damage. Groaning, King Yemma opened his eyes and blinked up.

"My... my apologies..." he coughed in embarrassment. Kibito Kai stepped back and offered a hand to draw him to his feet.

"How many souls escaped?" asked the Supreme Kai, even though he could guess the answer.

"Let me see," King Yemma murmured, while his attendants up righted his chair and desk. Already they swept at any other debris with brooms and dustpans. Already the stacks of papers were being sorted and filed by his workers.

"There were four sire!" said his assistant demon, nervously pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Four? Damn," cursed King Yemma.

"I can vouch for that," boomed a deep voice. In one hand he held the collar of a recalcitrant General Blue, while in the other he had the scruff of Black's neck.

"Piccolo," said Kibito Kai. "Good to see you."

"These two won't give you any more trouble. But I've had a hell of a time cleaning up the mess down there," Piccolo grunted as he glanced at the supreme guardian.

"My thanks," said the Supreme Kai.

"I'm getting tired of being down in Hell, if you don't mind. I would have thought someone would have tried to get me OUT by now after what I've gone through down there with what just happened under your noses?" Piccolo snorted.

"Don't speak to him with such disrespect!" King Yemma grunted at him.

"You may be king of the Check in Station, but you really have been slacking off!" Piccolo growled at him, in an ill temper. "I've been down there for five years and you only NOW give a damn at what I've done?"

"I'll handle this," Supreme Kai said as King Yemma slammed his fist down on the desk. "Piccolo, my apologies for allowing this oversight to go on for so long. If you'll accompany me, I'll make sure that you return to earth."

"Fair enough. No disrespect," Piccolo said as he inclined his head and bowed.

"None taken," said Supreme Kai. "There are those on Earth that need your protection. And tell me all you know..."

"What could have that sort of power?" Dende whispered as the images spun through their minds.

"No, it can't be!" Mr. Popo gasped in horror.

"You know this phenomenon?" Dende turned to him.

"It... is called the Sphere of Supreme Hatred," Mr. Popo stammered, his usually serene face creased with panic.

"Indeed. That's what the Old Kai said it was. Somehow Babidi managed to find a spell to make a devil's bargain. He had come across it from another wizard in Hell," Supreme Kai explained.

"A negative energy bomb, taking extreme hatred! An ability the exact opposite of Goku's spirit bomb!" Mr. Popo shivered. "But that spell was long forgotten. Who could have told Babidi of its existence?"

"That's what we're trying to find out. It knocked Yemma clean out as well. You must have been caught in the backlash as well," Supreme Kai sighed. His own face was drawn and haggard as if he had been through a battle.

"I'm glad you brought Piccolo back," Dende said gratefully.

"Indeed," nodded Kibito Kai. "And now we will have our answers and assistance."

"Gohan, don't fuss. I won't have you going with melted hair!" Videl scolded, as she snipped with a pair of scissors. Still they sat in the reception area of the medical bay, where a glass window separated them from the regeneration tanks where Bulma and the other doctors tended to the three incapacitated Saiyans.

"Make it quick honey," said Gohan impatiently.

Chichi was fussing with a needle and thread on his gi, and only his patience had stopped him from brushing them aside. Gohan had waited for Bra or Goten to call, but had heard nothing. That and a mental summons from Kibito Kai to wait till he had been given the signal that all was ready to depart. His mother and wife were using the time to help him freshen up as best he could.

They saw Bulma suddenly reach at her hip inside the medical lab and stride towards the door. Her phone was glued to her ear already and she was animatedly speaking to someone on the other end. Gohan strained his ears to hear who it was.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Dear, who is it?" Videl whispered, knowing her husband could hear.

"Shh, wait," Gohan hissed.

"Stop struggling young man and let me work!" Chichi scolded. Pan was neatly stitching her father's leg seam as he stood there while Chichi worked on the rips in his top. Feeling like a scarecrow he continued to stand as still as he could. Finally Bulma opened the door with the cell phone cradled between her cheek and shoulder.

"What news?" asked Gohan. Pan winced to see that cut on her father's face, deep enough that it had formed a lateral scar over one eye, much like Yamcha sported.

"Is Bra okay?" Pan said through pins stuck in her teeth.

"Yes… wait… she's fine. Apparently Goten's sleeping like a baby. Yes… I know… Gohan's here… no we're waiting…"

"I'm done," Chichi said as she stepped back. "Is Goten behaving himself?"

"He's fine," Bulma said. "Bra says he was badly hurt but he's 'on the mend'. And he's um… behaving himself."

"Good," said Chichi. Bulma winked at Gohan who nodded at her double entendre. Somehow Goten had posed no harm to Bra, and Gohan's device had worked to suppress his ki. Or so they presumed. Pan helped Chichi collect the things from her sewing basket and then retreated to sit down again in the sofa across the room.

Uub couldn't resist the urge to wrap a comforting arm around Pan's shoulders. She shivered a bit when her father seemed so resolutely laying out his plan. This was a side of her father she had rarely seen and it thrilled and scared her simultaneously. Videl kept her arm around her husband's waist, as if hanging onto the old Gohan she knew. To think she had spent time in the company of her father when possessed by a malevolent force! So she leaned her head on Uub's shoulder and accepted the warmth of his body and the steady calm he exuded. Years of training with her grandfather had given him the ability to regulate any emotions along with all his body functions.

"Don't worry," Uub whispered, kissing her ear. "It will be all right."

"I know, I just... can't escape this feeling that Dad and you are taking on more than you can handle," whispered Pan. Uub then stood up and felt Pan tugging back on his hand.

"Time to go," Gohan announced, turning to them. Gently he stepped back from Videl after giving her a goodbye kiss.

"Take care of everyone," Uub said, leaning forward to kiss Pan. She broke free from his embrace and gripped his hands tightly.

"No way. I'm coming with you. Both of you," Pan shook her head.

"But..." Uub protested. He looked helplessly at Gohan who sighed.

"Daddy, I want to go with you," Pan said firmly.

"Pan, this is a trip Uub and I must make alone," said Gohan.

"Don't give me that! You never know what might happen..." Pan trailed off. "I mean..."

"Honey, we need you here..." Videl began.

"Young lady, you're staying right here! There's no sense in getting in your father's way if he has a job to do!" Chichi interrupted as she launched herself from the couch.

"Daddy, just listen to me for a minute," Pan clapped her hands.

"Pan, we are in a hurry," Gohan reminded her.

"Let her speak," Uub said, realizing Pan was trembling with excitement. If she didn't speak he was sure she would blurt it out anyway.

"You said that something in Hell must be letting these spirits through right? Well isn't it funny that Dende, the Guardian of Earth hasn't caught it or noticed it? Or done anything about it and the Supreme Kai contacted you directly?" Pan asked.

"Well yes, but this must have been beyond his ability to prevent. Which is why we're going there," said Gohan impatiently.

"What if something's happened to him? I mean wouldn't he normally contact you?" Pan pointed out.

"All right sweetheart. You may come at least to Kami's lookout," Gohan relented. Just why his daughter resolved to go was beyond him, yet he couldn't deny her wishing to join them.

"She'd find a way regardless to follow," Uub said knowingly. "All right then, together..."

Chichi and Videl still opened their mouths to protest, but a sad shake of Bulma's head told them it was futile. Gohan stood between his mother, wife and the young couple walking towards the door. Uub nodded knowingly and wrapped his arm around Pan's waist. She blushed fiercely and Videl blinked at Gohan in surprise.

"Goodbye," he said meaningfully, hugging his mother tightly. She sniffled into his shoulder and hugged him tightly. Videl kissed his cheek then rushed to hug her daughter.

"You take care of my daughter," she whispered to Uub, who blinked.

"You know I will, Ma'am," he nodded.

"And when this is over we're going to talk," Videl said with a gleam in her blue eyes.

"Right!"

Chichi released Gohan from the hug long enough to give her granddaughter an embrace. She whispered, "Be strong sweetheart and try and mind your manners. And don't go running off when your father tells you not to honey!"

"I'll be careful Grandma," Pan promised, and Chichi kissed her granddaughter on the forehead. Then she turned to Uub.

"And you, young man, mind your manners around my grandchild. Bring her back safe you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am!" Uub stammered, and Chichi grunted. Then taking Videl's hand she drew her daughter in law back. Bulma stopped to give Gohan a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Then having said their goodbyes they departed.