Sorry it's been forever....!
Stopping just short of smacking head-long into the tall, namekian warrior, Gokou back-peddled in mid-air comically. "Huh?! What the...?!" He cried out, blinking, feeling Vegeta's headstrong daughter to his left a bit. "Raditz!" He narrowed his eyes, the abduction of his oldest son fresh in his mind. He knew he wouldn't have to worry about that again. After all, Gohan had already proven time and again he could hold his own in a fight.
The boy had powers Gokou suspected they hadn't even drudged up, yet! It was Gokou's fondest wish that his son eventually surpass him in strength. Yanking his thoughts to the present, he glanced over to see Gohan holding himself in check. Fear mingled with outrage shook his young body and fisted his hands at his sides. He had no love for this "Uncle" who'd tried to destroy his father and the world he would always call home.
"What the hell are you doing back?" Came Piccolo's gravely voice, low and dangerous, a vein pulsing upon the emerald of his brow; "I distinctly recall blasting a hole in your gut large enough to drive a hovercar though."
"Hey, Yeah!" Gokou exclaimed, as if just realizing this fact for the first time, inadvertently placing himself between his older brother and his rival's youngest child as though to sheild her with own body. It was a thoughtless act, as it was merely in his nature to protect people. He didn't stop to think about how Bra would feel about this uncalled for chivalry. "How did you survive that blast, Raditz?"
Though every fiber of his being screamed at him to fight, save the earth and fight, Gokou mastered the beast half of his blood which was the saiyajin and awaited, his head cocked to one side, dark brows heavenward, a response to his query.
~Gokou/Ami