A.N.: IMPORTANT. In this chapter, writing like this represents memories and dreams.

Summary - Son Arata is Goku's and ChiChi's daughter and Gohan's twin sister. When Arata is taken 2 years before the death of Raditz, she is kidnapped and brought to work for the Planet Trade Organization. This is the story of Arata's pain and torcher that she goes through over 16 years.

Blah. Blah. (Reg. Dialog) Blah. Blah. (Thoughts) Blah. Blah. (Memories/Dreams) Blah. Blah. (Bond)

Different Upbringing

By: Givihe

Chapter Two

-Under Onio's Training-

-King Cold's Ship-

Onio roughly threw Arata onto the ground before closing the door. Arata sniveled in pain on the ground. "Get up." Onio ordered in his rough tone. "Now." Arata, still sniveling, got up. Blood came from her nose. "Weak. You're weak. Any warrior here could take that without a bruise."

Onio stalked towards Arata and picked her up by the collar of her shirt. "But that isn't what you're here for." He said. Tears trailed down Arata's cheeks. Onio hit his hand against her face, causing Arata to hit the opposite side of the room and slide down. "Emotions will get you nowhere here. It's a weakness." When Arata kept crying, Onio walked over to her and picked her up by her clothing and slamming her against the wall. "Let me tell you something, each time you show any sort of emotions, and that includes crying, you'll be beaten. And that's every time."

Arata looked at Onio. "W-What's a beating?" she asked.

Onio smirked. For the next hour, Onio sent Arata across the room multiple times while hitting, punching, and kicking her in between. By the end of the beating, Arata was severely bloodied up and had multiple broken bones. She was unconscious, which irritated him even more.

"Don't understand what's so special about her." Onio said as he picked her up.

Onio walked over to the medical wing of King Cold's ship. "Greetings Master Onio." One of the medical staff greeted. "What happened to her?"

"Frieza wants the girl behaviorally restructured and King Cold assigned her to me." Onio informed, throwing her to the floor. "She needed to be taught a lesson on not showing emotions."

The medical staff person peered at the girl with sadness. "The poor girl." He said. "Where'd she come from?"

Onio growled. "How should I know? I don't even care about kids. They're sniveling brats that are too much work for what their worth." He said. "Just heal the child."

The medical staff person nodded as Onio left in a fury. He sighed as he picked up Arata's broken body and placed her in the regeneration tank. Water filled up the tank after the medical staff person had placed an oxygen mask on Arata's face and taking off her ripped clothing.

Arata looked around. ::Where am I?:: she asked herself. Arata walked around space that was only white. As she walked, it looked as if she had never started walking in the first place.

"Arata." A masculine voice said.

Arata looked behind her to see a man with unruly hair and a scar on his left cheek with a red material tied around his forehead. A smile came across Arata's face at the thought that it was her father, but the smile faded when she realized it wasn't her father. "W-Who are you?" she asked.

The man simply smiled. "My name is Bardock. I'm your father's father." He said.

Arata tilted her head to the side. "So you're my grandfather?" she asked.

Bardock nodded. "Before I died myself, I was involved with the Planet Trade Organization out of force." He started to explain.

"Planet Trade what?" Arata asked.

"It's were you are. King Cold and Frieza: they run the Organization." Bardock explained, Arata nodded. "In this situation, Arata, you can't show any emotion around anyone. They'll use it against you, understand? Also, you need to follow orders, no matter how hard or cruel they seem."

"Why do I need to follow directions?" Arata asked. She had followed her mother's directions mainly out of fear of her mother's temper.

Bardock sighed. "Arata, it'll do you good to follow the rules so you can stay alive, alright?" he said. Arata nodded. "Now do as I say, and you'll be alright."

As the medical staff person was looking over the vital on the young girl, he noticed her eyes starting to open, much to his astonishment. "You're awake." He said. Arata looked at the strange alien, eyes wide. "Let me get you out of there. It seems you're a fast healer."

Once the water was drained, the door to the regeneration take opened. Arata cautiously got out while shivering. The medical staff person chuckled and handed her a change of clothes. "What are these?" she asked.

"That's what you're required to wear." He said. "Put the spandex on first. The armor stretches so it can go over your head. Put the boots on and then the gloves."

Arata nodded. "Right." She said.

These are some strange clothes. Arata thought. Of course that man in my dream had similar clothes, too.

The spandex was blue that resembled a leotard. Her armor that she was given was dark blue and green with no straps. She also had red leggings coming to her knees with boots and fingerless gloves that matched Arata's armor.

Arata looked at herself. "This is weird." She said.

The medical staff person chuckled. "You'll get used to it." He said.

Before she could reply, Onio's figure came into the room. "Good, your healed." He said. "Follow me."

Arata got scared once again. "W-Where are we going?" she asked.

Onio walked out. "Follow me and I'll explain." He yelled. "Insolent child." Onio muttered the last part under his breath.

Arata ran to catch up with Onio, so she wouldn't get beaten for it later. "So where are we going?" she asked.

Onio raised his eyebrow to himself. Her attitude has changed. He thought. That was fast.

"King Cold wishes for a planet to be cleared." Onio explained. "And you'll be coming with me. It'll be good training experience."

"What do you mean by "a planet to be cleared"?" Arata asked.

"It means that we're going to kill the life forms on the planet." Onio said. "That way other races could bit for the planet. Now, no more questions unless you want another beating."

Arata was still confused, but kept her mouth shut. Following her grandfather's instructions, Arata kept the feeling of fear in her mind and tried her best not to show it. Onio didn't look at her once and kept walking until they came to the familiar pod bay.

"Since your pitifully small, you'll we in a pod with me. It would be a waist to give you your own pod. It's a waste." Onio said as he got into a pod. "Getting in or not?" Arata frantically got into the pod, immediately getting the uncomfortable feeling by him. "This mission will train you physically and mentally."

What is that supposed to mean? Arata asked herself.

. . .

Arata woke from her face meeting contact to the dirt ground. Onio was standing above her, annoyance and impatience etched his features. "Good, your awake." He said sarcastically. "Training starts now. Get up."

Once Arata was up, she patted the dirt off of her body. She looked up at Onio. "Training?" she asked. "Daddy always used to train and it got on Mommy's nerves. He always let me watch though."

Onio looked at the girl with astonishment in his mind. First she's a crying mess, now she's assertive and free willed. He thought while he huffed. The child definitely needs a behavioral adjustment. I can see why Frieza would get annoyed.

"Is that so?" Onio said. "Well, it's your turn now. Get into position."

Arata cocked her head to the side. "Into position?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

Onio hit Arata across the ground. "A stance." He growled, standing in one of her own.

Arata got up, a bruise definitely forming on her cheek. Looking at Onio, he was crouched and held his fists in front of him. It reminded her of when her father would train.

It was another sunny day at Mount Pazu. But that didn't keep ChiChi from starting her son on learning the alphabet and his numbers. While ChiChi was doing that, Goku decided to train outside the house. With her mother not watching her, being occupied with her brother, Arata decided to follow her father. He was faster than she was, but she caught up with him when he reached a clearing.

As if right then, Goku realized that someone had followed him. He turned around to see his daughter peeking out from the bush. Arata saw that her father had seen her and hid behind the bush, a small giggle escaping her mouth.

"What are you doing here, Arata?" Goku asked in a joking tone as he looked down at her.

Arata giggled while looking at her father. He had a goofy smile on his face. "You left. Mommy with Gohan. Me bored." She said.

Goku chuckled. "It's "I'm bored", sweetheart." He said. "Do you want to watch me train?"

Arata shook her head up and down in reply. "Yes. Yes." She said eagerly. "Me join?"

Goku shook his head. "Not today, sweetheart." He said, seeing her look disappointed. "Maybe when you're older, sweetheart. Your mother would have my head if she knew that I'd let you train with me."

"Promise." Arata asked while looking at her father.

Goku knelt by his daughter with a smile. "I promise." He said. "Now don't come too close to me, alright? I don't want you getting hurt."

"Yes." Arata said with her limited vocabulary.

Goku smiled and ruffled his daughter's short hair. "Good girl." He said.

Arata giggled as she watched her father leave to go into the center of the clearing. Goku crouched. His legs were spread apart and he held his fists in front of him. His goofy expression changed to one that was dead serious. Goku held the position before throwing a serious of punches and kicks into the air.

Arata watched with admiration as Goku eventually stopped to take a breather. That's when Arata rushed to her father. "Daddy." She said.

Goku looked at his daughter, amusement still in his features. "Arata, what did I tell you?" he asked.

Arata ignored her father's question and tried to do a similar stance. "Teach me." She said.

Goku stood up tall and looked at his daughter. "You sure have your mother's suborn personality." He said. "Maybe a little bit of me in there."

Arata giggled. "Daddy." She complained.

Goku chuckled. "Alright, alright." He said. "Just don't tell your mother."

Arata simply nodded. Goku analyzed her stance with his hand on his chin. "Well, you got the basics of the stance." He said. Goku grabbed Arata's wrists and pushed the closer together and closer to her chest. Goku then knelt down so he could adjust Arata's feet so they were a little bit closer. "There, your stance is perfect. Drop the stance and then get back into it."

Arata nodded and relaxed herself. "Good?" she asked.

Goku nodded. "Yes." He said. "Now get back into the stance."

Arata concentrated. First, she placed her feet where her father had placed them moments ago. Next, Arata raised her fists, remembering to keep them close to her.

Goku smiled at her. "Good job." He said. She had been a bit off, but she was young, so she would learn.

"GOKU!" a loud female voice yelled.

Goku yelped. "Your mother's called. Let's go." He said before scooping her up in his arms. "Remember, don't tell your mother."

Arata slammed into a bolder. "Are you listening to me!" Onio yelled, interrupting her flashback.

Arata groaned and dropped to the ground. Get up, Arata. The same voice in her dream coached her. Arata pushed her body up to face Onio.

"There." Onio said simply. "That wasn't so hard, was it? That'll be what I'll go to get your attention. Now, get in a stance."

Arata nodded. Just like she did before she was taken, Arata spread her legs apart so they were like her father showed her. She then brought her hands into fists and brought them closer to herself. Arata then brought her head up and looked at Onio.

Before Arata could see him, Onio punched her in the gut. Arata coughed and tried to dodge the punches and kicks she was being given, but failed as each hit multiple places. She was quickly sent to the ground. There on the ground, Arata used what her father had let her watch. She led her position and held it, waiting for Onio, who came charging.

Onio aimed a punch towards her gut again, but Arata raised her leg to knock it away. She ducked down to hit him in the stomach himself. At the contact, Onio growled as he sent an energy blast towards her.

When the dust cleared, Onio stood panting slightly. Arata was easily knocked out by the blast and laid on her stomach with her head in the dirt once again. "At least it's a start." Onio growled as he walked towards Arata. He picked her up and threw her into the pod. "Now to clear the planet."