The Son family

Prologue

AN: Hi there. This is a five-book series. All in one story. Right then, there may or may not be any real Dragonball Z characters. They will show powers, being full-blooded Saiyans after all. So please R&R. Disclaimer: I own nothing (glances around Beyond to see if the others watch) Let's begin.

The weather just didn't fit the situation. The bright sunlight beat down upon the procession. Twelve people walked down the road to the cemetery. Four powerful young men carried their now deceased mother. A young woman walked at the side of an older man who was thinning quickly. His black eyes were dull as they watched his dead mate being carried by their four sons. His black hair spiked in every direction. All the others were the preacher and friends of their mother. The girl lifted her dark head silently with pride at her father's side. Her black eyes moved to her four brothers and her mother's casket.

"Father" she said quietly. "You have to eat something. I don't want to come back here so soon, and I don't think your sons do either."

"Shut up Aratara" a deep voice called allowing the humans to hear the conversation. "You don't understand what he is going through. So leave him alone."

Aratara looked straight ahead and stopped pestering her father. They walked on in silence. Aratara forced back tears then reached down to touch her stomach. Her oldest brother glanced back at her as he and the others placed the casket down into the hole. They had dug the hole just the night before so the dirt was slightly wet. The casket slid slowly into this unfamiliar soil their mother had come to love. Aratara lifted her head and silently watched her emotionless brothers. They had cried when they were all by themselves but they refused to cry in front of others. The preacher nodded to the four boys as he stepped up to the grave.

"Rebecka was a great daughter, sister wife and mother" he said softly. "She will be greatly missed."

He walked over to Aratara and her father. He reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Goten" he said. Ignoring Aratara completely, the preacher walked over to her mother's human friends. Together the two full-blooded Saiyans walked to the grave. The youngest boy held out two shovels silently and they worked together to bury their mother.

"I'm going to stay here" Goten said calmly.

Aratara wrapped her arms beneath his arms and placed her face in his neck.

"Good-bye Daddy" she whispered painfully. "I love you."

"I love you, too, my baby girl" Goten whispered. He kissed her head gently and held her tightly. Finally she let him go and stepped away so her brothers could say good-bye.

The oldest stepped up to face his father. His black hair had been cropped short and his black eyes revealed the burden he already carried.

"I'm sorry Narco" he whispered as he touched his son's face.

The young man was only twenty-two, but already he treated the others like they were his children. He smirked at his father bravely despite the fact he was scared to death. He stepped and allowed his brother to step up.

The second oldest was an ornery little twenty year old. His black eyes constantly danced with mischief. His black hair spiked in almost every direction and two thick locks fell into his pale face. He grinned crookedly at his father.

"Behave yourself Lameta. Don't be giving Narco any trouble."

"Yes father" Lameta said with the air of innocence, while teasingly crossing his fingers.

Goten ruffled his son's hair gently. Lameta grinned as he stepped aside to allow his very shy younger brother to move closer.

He nervously stepped forward and stood watching his father. His left eye had been swollen shut for many years now and a jagged scar marred his once smooth face. His right eye was the vivid blue of his mother. Only his once blue tail had changed when they wished on the Dragon to become full-blooded. His spiky black hair was naturally tipped with gold. He gave a half-hearted smile. He never truly smiled any more, he was too hardened by years of trouble.

"Don't worry about me Pa" he said quietly. "I'll take care of the babies. Narco will have enough trouble with Lameta."

Lameta growled and tried to catch his nineteen-year-old but Sizton was a fast little joker.

Goten's youngest son, and Aratara's twin brother, stepped up and watched his father sadly. His mere seventeen years of life had not prepared him for the loss of both his mother and father. His black eyes roamed over his father's face so he wouldn't forget him. Silently he reached up to the back of his head, just like Grandfather still did. The boy's hair stood up and spiked at the top, as did his twins. Silently he looked around to make sure no one was watching, then he gave his father a huge hug.

"I'll miss you Pa" Raphel whispered then released him.

Goten looked at each of his children silently for several moments.

"Have a good life my children" he finally whispered before kneeling beside his wife's grave so he could join her in death. His children stood watching him for several long minutes before they turned and walked away. They already knew they would stay together as long as possible, but they also knew they were wild and free. And very lonely despite the fact that they had each other.

AN: So, what do you think? I'm going to continue no matter what, but I still want to know what you think. So please review.