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Chapter two: Gohan's new master

It couldn't be…it just couldn't be. Yet sure enough, the tall lizard like emperor smirked in all his golden glory, looking down upon the wounded half saiyan. They were alone within the barren wasteland of a once peaceful planet. Before Frieza had found the demi saiyan.

"Y-You were slain," Gohan muttered, clutching his bleeding arm. "I saw it, back on earth, you were blown apart."

The cruel dictator let out a slow chuckle, slowly descending till he was right in front of Gohan. A cruel smile lingered on his face as he watched his once greatest fear, the super saiyan, was now nothing more than a childs plaything.

"A mistake on my part," Frieza replied, swishing his tail. "But I was restored to my former glory through the dragonballs. Oh how I longed for this day."

Suddenly his tail lashed out, lifting the super saiyan by the neck, squeezing it. Gohan choked, flailing his arms uselessly about as the stronger creature belted him with blows. The pain coursed through his body, like nothing the boy had ever felt before. Hell, even Cell didn't even come close to this.

With the deed done, Frieza let the boy drop to the ground in a crumpled mess, coughing out bits of blood. Grabbing the boy's right fore arm he eyed the black tattoo carved into his skin, slightly glowing in eeriness.

"My subordinate did well," the creature said, waving his hand over it. "The commanding tattoo is indeed a brilliant skill. Once I have you under my control, I will come for Vegeta. Then I will go to earth, where my subordinates will be already capturing the other two half saiyans. But I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I little monkey? Any last words of freedom you want to say?"

Smiling, the blonde boy spat into the dictators face, the clear liquid slowly descending from his golden face.

Gohan smirked triumphantly.

"One day, I will end your pitiful existence myself."

Reaching into his pocket, he drew his final trump card. A Yardratian trinket. Crushing it in his hand, a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking the boy, before disappearing completely. There was no traces left of the boy. Realizing what happened, Frieza gave an animalistic roar, stomping his right foot into the ground. The land around him rose and lava spouted from within the cracks.

"CURSE YOU BRAT!"

It was now nearly lunchtime, a day after Videl had taken the golden fighter home with her. At first her father didn't approve of it, but after explaining that he was the gold fighter he later agreed to house the boy for as long as necessary. Videl made her way up the stairs, a bowl of water within her hands. She made her way to the guest room, which the boy was currently resting in. Stopping outside the room, she knocked on the door. No response. That probably meant that he hasn't awaken yet.

Balancing the tray on her left hand, she opened the door with her right, pushing it open fully. Sure enough, the boy was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Kicking the door closed, Videl placed the tray gently on the dresser beside the bed, before pulling out a roll of bandage tape from her pocket.

Gently, she pulled back the covers of the half naked boy, where she had begun peeling off the slightly bloodied tape.

"What the hell did you do to get these kinds of wounds?" Videl asked no one in particular.

Of course the boy didn't say anything, but that didn't mean that her curiosity would disappear. After peeling off the last of the bandages around the boy's hands, she scrunched it into a ball, throwing it behind her. She grabbed the now dry towel around the boy's head, soaking it into the bowl of water, placing it back onto the boy's forehead.

Feeling the sudden coldness, the boy's eyes opened wide, before he sat up and grabbed Videl by the throat.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, a hint of anger within his voice. "And where is this?"

Struggling for breath, Videl struck the boy's hand, wincing in pain as she brought her hand back. She positioned her hand onto the boy's fore arm and before she knew it, her hand started to glow in a dark purple aura. Eyes widening, the boy let her drop to the ground, as a muttered a curse under the breath.

"You idiot!" he shouted. "You activated the tattoo!"

Not knowing what he meant, she sat up sluggishly, taking in a deep breath.

"The..tattoo?" she wheezed.

Glaring at her, the boy pointed to the tattoo on his right forearm. It was a black ring, jagged and pointed so it looked more like a gear. As Videl watched closely, as if someone were painting it right then with an invisible brush, a cross appeared inside the circle, touching the sides of the tattoo.

"What is it?" she asked innocently.

"What is it?" the boy growled. "It's a tattoo that allows anyone that touches it to form a contract with them. And you just went and touched it."

"A contract?" Videl asked. "What kind?"

"A commanding kind," he replied, as if this were common sense. "As in, I have to follow your orders."

Looking at the palm of her hand, Videl could see the same symbol appearing on her left palm. She blinked, and closed her hand, before reopening it. It still remained.

"How do I get it off?" she asked, panicking slightly. "Is there a way to get it off?"

"Sure," the boy replied. "When one of us dies."

Videl felt like fainting at that moment. So basically…she got a servant, and the only way to stop this contract, was when one died?

"So how does this work?" she asked. "Do you do anything? Like what if I say, 'hit yourself'?"

Immediately the boy's hand shot up and struck him in his own face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

"Does that answer your question," he growled dangerously.

Slowly Videl nodded.

"Say something stupid," she commanded.

Nothing happened.

"Interesting," the boy muttered, tapping the side of his head thoughtfully. "So it doesn't work for verbal commands."

Pushing the covers aside, the boy stood up, stretching slightly.

"Well, as much fun as this has been, I really must go," he said. "I'll be going now."

"Stay still."

Cursing slightly, the boy stopped moving, his arms still up in a stretching position.

Lifting the bandage tape, Videl made her way to the much larger boy, and started bandaging him.

"Look, this is pointless," he said, sighing. "I'm almost healed anyway."

"You will not take off these bandages unless I say so," Videl replied, smirking slightly. "So what's your name?"

Gohan sighed heavily, glaring at the much smaller girl dressing his wounds.

"Gohan…Son Gohan."

Looking into the mirror, Gohan eyed the grey hoodie that he was wearing. To go with it, he wore black jogging pants, which were comfortable, but not as comfortable as a gi would be.

"Who's clothes are these?" Gohan questioned, from behind the changing screen.

"My dad's," Videl answered, opening all the closets, pulling out more clothes. "Do those fit you? Or do you need other stuff?"

"These will do fine," Gohan answered, trying to hide the bandages around his hands within the sleeves. "Slightly small though."

"Those will have to do for now," Videl replied, putting back the clothes into her father's closet. "We'll have to go shopping later today."

Gohan stopped eyeing himself. Shopping. The horror of the word as if it reminded him of those years with his mother.

"Just making sure," he said. "This is earth right? Don't want to be parading around on the wrong planet."

"Of course," Videl asked, confused. "Where else would you be?"

"Oh nowhere," he replied. "Just a bit of humor."

'Yeah right,' he thought to himself. 'Well, I should probably visited mum when I have the time. Right now I have to hunt down Frieza's men before they find the two half saiyans…I know one would be Trunks…but who would be the other one?'

Gohan smiled to himself, hiding his ki. Hopefully no one had noticed it, but most likely Piccolo or Dende might have…but knowing them if I don't reveal themselves, they probably know that something is up. So right now, I have to lay low…

"Say," Gohan said, walking out from behind the screen door. "Do you have a cap?"

Dressed in the grey hoodie picked out for him, and with a blue 'World Champ' cap on his head, Gohan looked…suspicious to many. This didn't help the fact that his hands were bandaged as well, as if he recently got into a fight. Walking around the mall with Videl Satan next to him didn't help the fact either. Sighing, the half saiyan couldn't do anything, since Videl had commanded him to come with her. She didn't want to tell Erasa, for she knew that the giggly blonde would tell everyone. And apart from her she didn't know what to do, so hopefully Gohan knew what he wanted to buy. What she didn't know was that in one of the clothing stores, her two blonde friends were currently watching the Satan girl and the 'mysterious' boy next to her. Well one was. Sharpner was storming his way towards his competition, cracking his knuckles.

A/N Hi readers that have bothered to read this fic. Thank you for reading this fic and hopefully this clears up some questions, if not, than it's probably because I haven't got around to it yet so don't flame me. So I know it doesn't have the description that I would normally write with (I think), but I promise you it will get better.

Next chapter: Bodyguard?