Okay, new fic. So I did lie about not wanting to start a new fic till I finished some others... but I have a bad case of the all-contagious case of... WRITERS BLOCK! ::GASPS:: Now for this fic's description... It's dark, something totally opposite from what I'm use to writing. I will try to keep it around the PG 13 area, but if it does go up to the R level, it will most likely be for gore and torture. If I do get much feedback on this fic, I will most likely continue with it. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, and I seriously doubt I ever will too.

What Happened, Father?

By Takuma

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He ran through the woods. Never could he turn back, or the punishment would be great. Years. That's when his training had started, and he never knew exactly why he was forced into it. A shadow could be seen in the corner of his coal black eye, and he put up his defenses. The wind seemed to change, and the boy knew he was about to be attacked. The shadow materialized into his teacher, martial arts teacher. The alien started to throw many punches, kicks, and ki blasts. Very powerful blows were felt as they attacked the young teen. He tried his best to keep up, just a bit more, and he would be able to make his move. But, a powerful blow was landed on the teen's back.

He cried out and fell to the ground, more pain surging through out his body, paralyzing pain. And he welcomed all of it. The ache was only a fraction of what he felt on the inside. His father, his kind father, was taken in order to save him and his mother. His evil uncle, oh how he despised him. Such a young boy he was at the time; he never knew what had hit him, or what he was getting into. Oh how he wished his father were back at home.

His teacher towered over him, his face emotionless at the moment. The boy had hoped his sensei wouldn't punish him, he knew he would have done better if he wasn't unfocused just this moment. He folded his arms and looked to teen, and a smirk graced the green man's lips to the boy's surprise.

"You've done well, Gohan." The young saiyan, now sitting on the dirt ground, faced it. He was ashamed He shouldn't be getting a complement for messing up! But his teacher placed a supporting hand on his shoulder. His eyes could see all that was wrong and his expression slightly darkened.

"If you ever want to save your father, you need to keep your mind off of it," Piccolo stated in a matter- of- fact tone. The hand of the teacher left his pupils shoulder, and was moved to behind his back. "Quit your sulking! The day is young, and there is much to do!"

Gohan didn't budge. He sat there frozen as he had a few moments before. He knew he couldn't do anything. The last blow had made a dent in the boy's pride, and in his side. And it continued to throb. The half saiyan could only look up at his teacher with pleading eyes, in which, a sigh was returned. How could the son of Goku, the strongest man on earth, well... he was the strongest man on earth, be complaining about a little attack that landed on his back? It was pitiful. Pitiful indeed, and he knew if his rival was here training his son, he would be very supportive and stop when his son wanted, not force him to work till he dropped as his current teacher was doing. But there was a good reason why he was pushing this teen over the limits.

"Go," Piccolo stated, "But make sure you come back with out complaining." His teacher turned his back to his student, and placed his cape back in place, "You are doing well Gohan. I will expect you back here tomorrow early in the morning before sun up." He looked back to his pupil with a small smile as Gohan nodded.

"Yes sir."

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Cold stone eyes looked into the blackness of space. It was now what he had called home. He wondered the black space to purge the planets for his master's will. His horrible master's will. It didn't bother him any more, for he had to get use to it years ago. His instincts started to take over and he could only care for what he had wanted, what he had needed to survive, not what was better for every one as he had once believed in. He couldn't even remember his old life. It was all a haze. For all he knew, the saiyan squad he had worked with was now his family.

He was giving another mission, an easy mission, which only needed one of the saiyan warriors. He looked to his controls of the space pod. His destination was third planet in the Milky Way galaxy from the sun. It was described as a small planet, over a billion creatures on the planet. Some how or another it did ring a bell... but he wasn't quite sure how. He might have heard something about it once, or possibly passed by the galaxy when he was off to kill off another population that his master had wanted to be extinct.

He ran a hand though his black hair. He could never do anything it. The prince of his now dead people were said to have wild hair, it wasn't uncommon. It just stated who and where they were. The saiyans were feared, they were described as bloodthirsty creatures that destroyed everything in their path. And what they said was true. It did feel good to be on top of the food chain.

"Entering Milky Way Galaxy," stated the computer. Kakarot snapped out of his trance. He was quite bored; he would love to destroy something at this moment. It usually helped to soothe his nerves. He looked out the small tinted window, the planets whizzed by at incredible speeds all different colors. Nothing that could have been lived on, most of them were of poisonous gasses, which his master would find to be very profitable. He would worry about them later.

Soon he passed a dark red planet. He started at it as it came and left his view. That's what Vegetasei was described as, a dark red planet. Never in his life was he ever able to see it, for he was only an infant when some meteors destroyed it. He would inform his prince about it later.

Darkness came once again; the stars were twinkling. It was all very familiar.

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Very windy it was. A few leaves were tossed in the wind as the cool breeze carefully carried it.

'Goku! Go and find Gohan! You don't want to be late in meeting your friends!' A woman, very young in age, yelled out to her husband. A very calm spirited man gave a smile to his wife.

'I know he's somewhere close Chichi.'

She slightly frowned, 'But how will you make it on time to the Kame house? It's miles away!'

The man gave a small chuckle, 'I have the nimbus! We'll make it on time!' he hugged the woman, 'everything will be just fine. Don't worry.' He gave her a genuine smile.

She too smiled, 'I hope you are right. Or you may not see your dinner tonight!'

He laughed as he hugged her again more tightly, 'Then I will take this threat seriously.' He kissed her before calling for his cloud.

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Kakarot snapped out of his thoughts. 'Goku... Such a strange name indeed.' He placed his chin in his up turned palm. 'Why would I be seeing that?' He continued to look into the wide black space, 'I don't think I have ever met this 'Goku' or 'Chichi'. He slightly snarled. 'And this passion they show to each other. Just sickening.'

Another planet came into view a few moments later. He did enjoy using the space pods; they always helped so the saiyan could attack the creatures by surprise. And up came the planet he was to purge, the beautiful planet of green and blue with patches of white, Earth.

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T. B.C.

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