Heeeey everyone! It's nice being back to the writing scene! I quite enjoy writing again (I missed it!)

Yes, and for those of you who were so sharp to notice, this is based on "Reynard's Chronicles" a story of mine that focused on the life of an OC I created in the Untold Series. But I changed it so it could be told out of Gohan's perspective! I hope you like it, and bear with me until the ending!

Thank you for all the reviews so far! I really appreciate your input, and I hope you guys will make a routine out of reviewing! :D

*Happy reading!

CHAPTER 2: THE CAVALRY

(Radditz' POV)

My heightened vision allowed me to catch a glimpse of the intruders' silhouettes. How unfortunate their symmetrical appearances were.

A tremor of irritation erupted in my body and spread through my veins like hot lava. As the feeling reached my hands, I balled them into tight fists, causing my long nails to dig into my palm. What are they doing here?! How did they find this location?They weren't supposed to know about Gohan yet; he was our wildcard.

Absentmindedly I reached my arm back, grabbing my nephew by the shoulder and pulling him behind me, away fromtheir preying eyes. He didn't resist and I could feel his heart hammer against my leg like the fluttering wings of a caged hummingbird. I looked down at him for a second, seeing that he was staring out in front of him with large eyes. He was clearly frightened, but he needn't be.

The brat may not know it yet, but inside him rests a vast amount of energy, yet untouched.

His birth was something of legend.

*Flashback*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" The bloodcurdling screams of the fair young woman, still in the prime of her life, ripped through the room in father's estate, which he especially crafted for this occasion: The birth of his first grandchild.

Her screams, while common among most females with the ability to birth their offspring naturally due to the excruciating pain and emotional stress during delivery, seemed unnerving and earth-shattering to the stunned trained doctors on duty.

It was odd to see one of the most passionate and hardened female warriors I have ever came to know, next to my Aunt Toba, writhing and screaming, as if she was undergoing the most heinous beating of her life. It was uncanny that the mother of this soon-to-be-born child, Chi-Chi, would be injured severely by this procedure.

It didn't help that she was human. A member of a weakling race, giving birth to a Saiyan. It was unheard of. I wouldn't be surprised if she was killed in the process. I shook my head, disgusted by the weakness. Why did Goku have to fall in love with a human?! There are lots of Saiyan females that would give an arm, just to have the option to procreate with him. Such an idiot.

"Doctor!" The brunette nurse clothed in green scrubs called hastily. "The sedatives aren't working!"

A frown formed on the elderly doctor's forehead as he scanned some charts at the end of her bed. "We cannot use any more sedatives at this point; it might damage the foetus." He got a troubled look on his wrinkled face. "We are going to have to hold her down ourselves."

Everyone in the room collectively gulped.

The blonde burly nurse breathed loudly as she held one of Chi-Chi's arms with both of hers; across from her, the other nurse was doing the same, while two others held her legs respectively. Chi-Chi uttered another boisterous bawl, producing with it another stream of strong spasms which the nurses had trouble to keep under control.

"I can see its head!" The two nurses at the end of the bed shouted simultaneously.

"I have never seen such a violent response between a child and its mother." The doctor swiped the sweat developing on his brow with the sleeve of his white coat. He kept his hands poised, ready to catch the infant when it finally falls out.

I cocked my head to the side as Chi-Chi uttered her final scream of pain before she fell silent. I really didn't need to see a person coming out of another person. What a sickening thought.

"I have him!" The doctor called victoriously, and I turned my face back to the scene. I mentally blocked all the blood out and tried to get a look at the kid, but the medical staff were too busy with him for me to get a clear picture.

"Is.. it.. fine?" Chi-Chi gasped out of breath, still sitting upright in her bed. My gaze fell automatically on her as she spoke. I didn't realise how much of a struggle she had undergone until now as I noted her appearance. Her normally fair complexion had paled significantly through the process, and only now did the light return to her bright brown eyes. Her smooth hair had become matted and frayed upon the pillows she had been writhing upon, now soaked with a fine sheen of sweat, still beading off her whole body.

The doctor nodded. "It's a boy."

She fell back down into her array of cushions, the tears in her eyes sliding down her cheeks as a smile of relief finally washed over her fearless features.

"L-let me see my son." Chi-Chi spoke aloud.

"Maybe it would be best if we take him for observation, just to be safe."

Chi-Chi got a murderous gaze in her eyes. "I thought you said he was fine." She nearly shouted.

The doctor was clearly intimidated by her stare. "H-he is."

"Then GIVE him to me!" The barriers of her anger were broken, and it felt as if the room shook due to her eruptive screech. I covered my ears with my palms. Damn, Goku sure knew how to choose them... But I couldn't help but smile at the thought. Even though I didn't approve of his choice, if he had to choose a human mate, I'm glad he picked her. She is probably the only human that could keep up with the Saiyan race.

She sat upright as she stared expectantly at the doctors handing her, her baby. She extended her frail arms toward them.

The doctor smiled. "Here you go." He handed the baby over to his mother. His eyes were closed and a look of innocence crept onto his new-born features, keeping himself in a safe foetal position. He didn't even cry or shiver from the foreign elements.

"He is a flourishing boy, and despite his struggle, he doesn't seem to have any malformations or any other health problems." The doctor continued, nodding approvingly. "He is the picture of perfect health for any child."

"Thank you Doctor." Chi-Chi replied sweetly, not tearing her eyes away from her bundle of joy. "He is mine after all." She held the child close, embracing him in a loving and tender display.

"Grandson of the Master of the Saiyan Rebellion…" Father spoke up for the first time. "He is destined to exceed every warrior of the new generation." He smiled wickedly. "Who knows; he may become ruler after my reign."

I shot my father an incrudious look; that was the title he promised me! I stared at the child with a newfound hatred in my heart – he hasn't even been alive a full ten minutes, and he has already won more of my father's heart, than I could ever wish to.

The doctor chuckled. "That's hopeful thinking."

"I agree." I spoke up. "He has human blood in him after all; maybe his power won't amount to anything."

I noted the sudden retracting of the sliding doors of the room out the corner of my eye. "I have faith in my son to be the strongest of us all." Goku walked into the room; he wore a custom-woven uniform, with a black strap holding a crimson shoulder pad on his left arm. He had a much cleaner cut hairstyle than most of our kind, our hair grew quickly and savagely, and we had barely the time or energy to dispose of it, but his was shorter, exactly like father's, much more militaristic.

Father smiled. "Your arrogant statement isn't unjust..." He sounded pleased. "As grandson of the Lord of the Rebellion himself, he is born with a lot of potential." I rolled my eyes. Of course he is...

Instead of holding a teddy bear, like a normal father would as a gift to his child, Goku brought along a set of scouters, a technological advance we oh so secretly stole from Frieza's Laboratories.

The medical staff began setting up the cart for the new-born to be travelled in, in preparation of storing him in a more appropriate room. Before the nurse reached for the child, Goku put his arm in front of the baby, shielding him.

"My son has seemed to survive the procedure?" He spoke to the doctor pointedly.

The doctor seemed intimidated; his eyes were big and his pupils dilated. "Y-yes sir!" He managed out. "It was tough, more so than normal birthing standards, but he is the picture of perfect health." The doctor nodded, smiling proudly up to the much taller and muscular warrior before him.

"Good." Goku walked past the doctor, as Chi-Chi cradled their child, moving to her side with a compassionate smile on his face. Bending down he placed his hand to stroke his wife's sweat-matted hair. "You look tired." He noted. "Did our son give you a hard time?"

Chi-Chi grinned tiredly. "More than you think." She stroked the sleeping form of their child, rocking it slowly in her arms. "This little warrior gave me a scare." She admitted. "I thought I was conceiving a bear instead of a baby, when he put up such a struggle." She frowned. "It's strange that he is so still now."

"He probably didn't want to leave a place he cherished; I'm sure he will get used to his new world soon enough."

Chi-Chi nodded. "He must have been scared." She looked up at her husband.

"Through fear one gets stronger." He stated as he fastened the blue-screened scouter on his ear, securing it over his face. "This is the last time he will show that weakness in his lifetime."

Chi-Chi's blink-count increased as she stared furiously at her other half. "How can you say that?" She asked in a controlled voice. "Of course he will experience many fears as a child; it's normal! You certainly have been scared many times in your life!"

He shot her a look. "Exactly; he will be brought up as a better version of me." Chi-Chi made a sound but he ignored it. Instead he pressed the button on the side of the scouter, activating it.

"Let's see what we got here." He muttered under his breath, and everyone, even I, silenced, curious to see the outcome of his strength. I was born with a power level of 58, exceptionally high for a day old infant, and a well excepted display of power for someone of an elite status.

The device made electrical sounds as it turned on, and images flashed on the little screen. It made a beeping sound after a while of focussing on the baby.

"49." Goku muttered, sounding disappointed. I couldn't help but smile smugly; my record hadn't been broken. I had to restrain myself from breaking out in dance in front of all my relatives. But my happiness was short-lived as the scouter started to beep again.

"Wait." Goku said, confused. "It's rising."

The beeping didn't subside and I could see the numbers increase at an alarming rate. Everyone gasped when the number exceeded triple digits. It stopped at 548 for five seconds before it rose again. A numb feeling spread through my entire body. The child was sleeping, but it was clear his energy was raging inside that calm posterior.

The numbers kept increasing on the screen.

1000.

2000.

3000.

4000.

5000.

6000.

7000.

"8000." Goku finally muttered in disbelief. Everyone stayed frozen for a few more moments, to make sure he was done. He was. My eyes were wide inside my skull. It was unheard of for a child to be this powerful. I reached this level of strength first at the age of ten.

"Are we sure the scouter isn't defective?" I was first to speak. Everyone's eyes turned to me and I saw a few nod, muttering unheard thoughts under their breath.

Goku turned the scouter to one of the nurses and pressed the button. It beeped almost instantly and Goku took the device off slowly. "25." He stated surely. "It sounds about right."

This can't be… Everything around me silenced as I retracted deep into my thoughts. I was supposed to be the successor; my birth gave me the right to carry on our family's name. I was supposed to be the Leader of the Saiyan race, like my father was, and his father before that. I wasn't born to be second in command.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" Father pried, pleased and proud, breaking me free from my internal abuse.

Goku nodded. "One that, in its meaning, declares strength, courage and intelligence." He paused. "Gohan…"

*Flashback ends*

He was born as one of the strongest infants our kind has ever seen. If he could be moulded into something with substance, he would claim the title of the Warrior who takes down Frieza's dynasty; the Destroyer... He could be the successor of our schemes.

He would have been much farther along by now, if his mother hadn't insisted that his training be postponed to the point where his strength is appropriate for his age. Father didn't take that too well; for a child of his stature to be domesticated and educated before turning to battle, but Chi-Chi wouldn't budge. And as mother she had more right to her son's life than her male counterparts could ever dream to have. But that didn't change his unescapable lot. Someday he will be ruler of our dynasty; and his journey starts today.

If Frieza and his henchmen could just stay out of our way!

The tall muscular man I knew all too well, shoved through his little crowd to the front. He walked closer to me, slowly, wearing a disgusted expression on his emerald-coloured face. He had wavy dark green hair that fell to his right shoulder in a thick braid, and wide brown eyes that spoke tales about destruction. He was wearing the peculiar indestructible armour all Frieza's men wore, with chocolate brown boots and belt; but then again, they were all wearing that. I smirked at him and he cringed.

"I don't think you realize this Radditz, but monkeys are rather intelligent creatures." He cocked his head to the side. "But intelligence should not be confused with stupidity." The humour in his voice and face vanished.

"You are actually showering me with compliments today, Zarbon." My booming voice proclaimed. A half-smile coloured my lips as I met his gaze for the first time. "Your face has healed up nicely since our last encounter." I teased, ignoring his previous comment completely. "Just a shame for that nasty scar on your cheek."

He didn't seem very amused by my statement, and returned with an angry stare. "This is a beacon for my vision; destroying you."

I chuckled. "Your choice in vocabulary is very strong for this early in the morning."

His expression hardened and he scowled. "I am stronger than all of you monkeys combined; remember that, just a friendly warning, I don't like playing with kids."

I smiled viciously. "I must say, I'm rather surprised that you mongrels caught up to me."

Dodoria, Lord Frieza's head of strategies, walked up to me as soon as I was done speaking. He was as hideous as I remembered him being. His head was particularly bold and shiny today, showing off his black eyes and high cheekbones. He too was dressed in Frieza's armour, as his comrade, his just hugged his obese figure more tightly than it was supposed to, creating a sight that was rather unpleasant. He was grimacing, an expression that fitted on his hideous face like a glove. I felt Gohan's body tighten behind me when his footsteps became louder as he neared us. He hid his face in my pants, burying himself in its soft fabric.

"We cannot take all the credit,it's hard not to notice your stench; it's as if you created a pathway for us to follow you." Dodoria said with a smile, crossing his arms over his fat chest. "Feeling a little brave today, aren't you Radditz?"

I growled and the pink blob's smile grew bigger. "I was going to ask you the same thing, Lady bug!" I sneered. "What do you want anyway, seeking me out like this?! My next purge is scheduled for next week; I am not on duty now."

"We just have a strong urge to bring justice to the world." Dodoria said in a strong voice. "It has come to our attention, that there are speaks of a rebellion against Lord Frieza, and we were wondering if you knew anything about this?" His voice trailed off. I clenched on my teeth, refraining myself from showing any emotion. How did they find out about this?

I pouted. "What an honourable mission; too bad I don't know what you are talking about."

"We'll see about that." Zarbon's voice boomed. He shot forward at lightning speed, causing the ground to shake with his powerful strides. I froze as I realised that Gohan was still behind me. I can't make a move without exposing the kid. I crouched down and raised my fists in front of my body. I was going to have to fight him right here.

When Zarbon was a mere few meters away, Gohan whimpered. It was not a particular loud sound, but it seemed to reach everyone's ears. The head of Frieza's Guard of henchmen stopped in his tracks and stared down at me with a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes widened as he noticed the child behind me for the first time.

Crap.

"See what you did now, squirt?!" I sneered softly at the boy behind me. I wasn't particularly mad at him; I just wanted to let go of some inner unpleasant emotions, too bad he had to be nearest to me.

His grip tightened around my leg and I could feel how the blood flow to my limb was slowly starting to get cut-off. "I wish I could be more like Icarus!" He wailed.

I frowned. "Who the hell is Icarus?"

"My friend!" He snapped and looked me right in the eye, not blinking or looking away. He held my gaze angrily and I felt slightly intimidated. The feeling, however, was over quickly, and replaced with dismay as Zarbon started talking again.

"What are you doing with a child?!" Zarbon asked, with a hint of humour in his voice, to my surprise. "What poor girl agreed to procreate with you?" He laughed and his flock of henchmen joined in.

Instead of being embarrassed, I was relieved. They didn't suspect anything. Their scouters didn't detect Gohan's fluctuating power. They thought the brat was mine.

I forced a chuckle. "Unfortunately, I haven't found a suitable mate yet. This is my brother's brat."

Zarbon's eyes met with mine for a second, before he crouched down to get a better look at the boy. I did the same, still not daring my eyes off of him.

"He is indeed too pretty to be yours." Zarbon noted absentmindedly. "But I'm surprised that you have kept him hidden from us for so long." His gaze was piercing. "All Saiyan infants have to be registered with Frieza's authorities, you know that. Perhaps you thought he could be freed from Frieza's service if we didn't know about him?" He accused.

I cleared my throat. "If only that were the case." I covered. Zarbon raised a questioning eyebrow, so I continued. "We would be proud if he could join Frieza's forces... But there is a problem with him..."

Zarbon frowned. "Which is?"

"He is not a Saiyan." I stated. "He is a half-breed. True, one half of him is Saiyan, but the other half..." I paused. "Well, let's just say, it's disgraceful."

Zarbon rolled his eyes. "You Saiyans and your pride. It cannot be that bad."

I scoffed. "Goku chose an Earthling female as a mate. The other half of his blood runs with the DNA of the human species." I shook my head slowly. "They have shamed our family."

Zarbon chuckled. "Has Goku gone mad?" He laughed. "Humans are infamous for being the weakling race of the galaxy!" He exclaimed, and shot Gohan a look of pity. "This poor child won't amount to much."

I looked down at the kid. "That's why we kept him from you." I lied. "We are embarrassed of him."

Zarbon stood up. "I understand your reasoning, but that doesn't change anything. When he is of age, he must join the service." His lips curved into a grin. "Even if the little shit doesn't last a day."

I chuckled. "Tsk. Tsk. Careful there Zarbon, innocent ears over here."

He laughed musically. "You probably robbed him of his innocence a long time ago!"

"You'd think, but no." I uttered lamely.

Zarbon continued staring at the boy. Just stared. Nothing else, yet I could feel the boy's pulse beating on my leg. I blocked out all other sounds except the breath that was raggedly moving in and out of his mouth at regular, gasping intervals. I found that I too was staring. I could not take my eyes away from the other eyes across the room. Nothing else mattered. The connection had to be held, if it broke... if it broke he will pounce and Gohan would die.

I had never felt so certain of anything else in my life. I could no longer control my hands as worry filled my being; worry for the sake of the kid and worry for the sake of my reputation. They were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm as the colour drained from my face. Yet still I stared, willing myself not to run, willing the connection to hold.

I flinched when he abruptly spoke again. "Come on kid, show me what you got." He instructed, raising his fists in the process.

My eyes widened. "You cannot be serious, Zarbon." I exclaimed, my voice lined with bafflement. "He's just six years old. You'd crush him."

Zarbon chuckled. "I won't kill him." He said mid-laughter. "I just want to see what the little hybrid is capable off."

"Tough." I said loudly, not knowing where my sudden bravery came from. "You are not laying a finger on this child." With that he jumped forward with a cry and I had no choice but to shoot forward too, leaving Gohan behind.

(Gohan's POV)

I yelped when my uncle broke away from me, leaving me alone. I shivered as I saw him run towards the other very big man with the green hair. When they reached each other in the middle, they disappeared. I couldn't even see them move. I tried looking up in to the sky, but there was nothing, I could only hear them hit each other.

I looked around me, moving my head from side to side, as I looked for a place to hide. A whimper left my throat when I realized that I had nowhere to hide. There was nothing I could crawl under; there was nothing I could stand behind. There was literally nothing around me.

Not knowing what else to do, I fell to the ground, and curled myself into a ball.

I closed my eyes, and I could almost pretend that I was safe, pretend that I was behind the couch at home, and that nothing dangerous was happening around me. But then I heard the explosions, and the ground shook. I got scared again.

"Icarus, where are you?" I cried into the ground. "I need you."

"Aw, the little baby is talking to itself." I heard a deep voice say. I felt something grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and soon I was held up in the air, like a defenseless baby bird.

"Hey! Let me go!" I screamed at the giant pink man, who was holding me up. He was funny-looking and smelled funny too.

The man laughed and tilted his head to the side. "I see you are dressed for a funeral. Yours." He laughed again, and some of his spit fell onto my face. "Dance little monkey, dance!" He sang while he dangled me around, acting as if I were some puppet-toy.

I yanked and struggled, trying to get free of his grip. He was a stranger after all. Mommy would have a fit if she knew I was this close to a stranger. And then he grabbed hold onto my tail; and it felt as if I had lost all of my energy. It felt as if I was about to go to sleep, but he kept me awake by shaking me around.

"Not much of a tough guy now, are we?" He taunted in my ear, and his breath smelled so bad that my eyes starting tearing up. Then I felt the sensation of flying through the air, but just as I started to enjoy the feeling, I crashed on the cold, hard gravel, face first.

"Ow." I whimpered, and tried sitting upright. My face hurt really badly, and I knew I was bleeding, because I could feel the warm red gooey liquid flowing down my cheeks.

And then Uncle Radditz was in front of me, and his face was full of blood. He pushed the big pink man away and stood between us. "I told you to leave the kid alone."

"Come on Radditz, we were just playing." The pink man's eyes fell on me. "Weren't we kid?"

"He is bleeding you pig." My uncle cursed. "You have the right to lay a hand on him when he is enrolled in Lord Frieza's service; not beforehand."

"The right?" The man with the green hair walked over to us. His lip was swollen and red and it looked as if a cat attacked his face. "Do you think we are a democracy, Saiyan?" He flipped his ponytail over his shoulder. "Dodoria, take the child. It's time we remind Radditz just how worthless he really is."

I yelped when I was lifted into the air again. I kicked and screamed: "Let me go!" but he didn't listen. I stopped making a fuss when I saw the green man kicking my uncle so hard that his head bounced on the ground like a ball. The green man put his foot on Uncle Radditz' head, and my uncle started screaming very loudly. He tried getting up, but it was useless.

"It would be in your best interest if you didn't deny us, Saiyan." The green man said in a deep voice. "If we want to fight with the child, we'll do it, and there is not a thing you can do about it. Understand?" He stomped hard on his face, and my uncle cried out.

"Leave him alone!" I yelled and they laughed.

Blood was starting to flow down my uncle's forehead, and it looked as if he were in a great deal of pain.

He was being beaten up to a pulp, lying on the ground, while that vile man stood over him, crushing his ribs. I hear my uncle's agonizing scream. He is clearly in so much pain, but I couldn't do anything. The feeling of powerlessness is so overwhelming; too much for me to withstand. I was completely useless, on the sidelines, while my uncle was getting hurt.

I was starting to get really angry. My body felt as if it were on fire, and I shook, feeling the warm feeling spread through my whole body; my arms, my legs, my torso. I started pushing harder, causing the warmth to spread to my skin and bones too.

I look into my uncle's eyes; I see how those big eyes fill with tears. I see him, cry and beg for his life. My power swelled with each cry my uncle uttered.

"Kid, what are you doing?" The pink man asked, sounding a little afraid. He turned his scouter on, and it started beeping quickly. But I wasn't paying much attention to him; all I saw was my uncle, in pain, after he tried to save me from them.

"Uh, Zarbon?"

"Dodoria, I am in the middle of something..."

"You might want to turn on your scouter."

"Why would I..." The green man's eyes met with mine, and I could see that he was shocked. He turned his scouter on too, and it started beeping loudly. He stepped away from my uncle and starting walking backwards, while keeping his eyes on me.

"40 000?" The green man said with big eyes. "That is impossible for a child."

"Leave us, ALONE!" I feel rage filling every fragment of my body, and power, oh so much power, gathering in my fists. Then nothing... Sort of like a blackout...

(Radditz' POV)

I watched in awe as the kid started breathing heavily. Fright was still apparent on his features, but that expression soon started to disappear under a look of determination and strength.

He clenched his tiny fists, and fixed his gaze onto Zarbon, threatening to crush him.

His mouth was wide open, and showed his sharp teeth. His tail started wagging behind him. That is when he lunged, to my surprise, in the direction of the Zarbon, with his fist extended toward him.

An aura of bright white, shining brighter than any of the suns I have ever come across, surrounded his child-like frame, and I could feel his power swelling and swelling, not indicating that it was going to stop soon.

And then he collided with the Zarbon. Everything happened like an explosion. I had to shield my eyes from the brightness. When I opened my eyes again, Gohan was standing over Zarbon, his arms and legs stretched out wide from his body. Zarbon wasn't moving.

A feeling of terror rushed through me. He couldn't be dead, could he? Lord Frieza will exterminate our entire family if that were the case. We would have to flee, go into hiding and hope that he would never find us... But he will.

I rushed over to him, Dodoria right behind me, and sighed with relief when I saw that he was still breathing.

I pulled the kid toward me, and held him in front of my body. He's a real Saiyan, alright.

"What happened?" The kid asked groggily as he looked up at me. He placed a hand on his forehead, and looked around, rather dazed, and tiredly rubbed his eyes. It looked like he was going to fall asleep any second.

I frowned. "You don't remember?"

"You showed me just how much of a Saiyan you really are." Zarbon said, and spat out a glob of blood as Dodoria helped him to his feet. Dodoria placed a hand against the back of his comrade's body when he started swaying a bit.

"The boy is truly extraordinary, Radditz." Zarbon cooed. "Lord Frieza would be quite pleased to meet such a creature as him. He would do well in the forces."

"I'm sure he will." I breathed. "I shall bring him over when he is of age."

Zarbon chuckled. "No, no, no, dear Saiyan. He is coming with us now."

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