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The beam in Frieza's finger grew brighter and Gohan gritted his teeth on the verge of Super Saiyan, gold sparks flickering around him.

Suddenly a cool hand clapped down on his forearm. Gohan looked down to see Camilla standing there. For a moment he thought he could see her shoot him a stern glare but then all he could see was her blue eyes pleading with him. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths as he tried to calm down so he couldn't accidentally hurt her. She tugged lightly against his arm and unwillingly he followed her as she led the boy out of the office. Gohan could feel everyone in the room eye's on him.

Before the door shut Gohan could hear Frieza hissing. "I want that boy killed! He will never serve in my army!" Several other voiced raised as an agreement started but he didn't hear the rest.

The metal door slid behind him and Gohan jerked his hand away from the slave. "Get off of me! Why did you do that! I could have killed him!" He shouted at her.

Camilla was more relaxed out here away from Frezia. His yelling didn't scare her. "Bad idea." She stated softly then turned and began to walk down the long hall.

"It's the only way to get me out of here!" He continued to yell, stomping after her.

"Get killed." She shrugged, then winced at the cuts on her back.

The way she said it so nonchalantly struck a chord with him. He stepped out in front of her and grabbed her thin arm spinning her around. "My father is stronger than him! I am too I know it!"

The girl looked up at him sadly and shook her head. "No."

His jaw dropped open at how little faith she had in him. She said she was Saiyan! Could she not feel his power compared to Frieza's? After what Vegeta did in there why wasn't she wasn't looking for some sort of revenge? "You're a coward!" He screamed.

She sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes." She turned and continued to walk down the hall.

Gohan blinked. What was wrong with this girl? Why couldn't she say more than a few words at a time? Furiously Gohan stalked after her determined to know more.

They walked in silence down the long winding halls until finally she stopped outside a door that was wider than any of the other doors. She quickly typed in a code into the keypad next to the door and it slid open relieving a giant kitchen. Gohan followed her inside and stood at the doorway looking at the room. Inside Gohan was surprised to see it wasn't empty. It was more than just a kitchen. He wondered if this is where she spent most of her time. The far left of the room was wide marble countertops, stainless steel stove tops and ovens. Pots and pans hung neatly against the wall. The right of the room was a wide closet with a washer and dryer machines. Besides that a sewing machine. A pile of armor and clothes that needed mending lay in the corner. Articles that were already repaired were hung up on a rack above the sewing machine.

The far center of the room was a small wooden table and chair set. The dark wooden table was filled with several other slaves. They were all on the thin side and they wore bare minimum clothes that they were hardly considered clothes more like rags. All of them were aliens since none of them looked Saiyan like Camilla or looked human. Their races varied, their skin different colors and their faces all different. The slaves were all huddled close together chewing down on leftover food. They were eating so fast Gohan didn't know if they were even tasting the food or not.

Camilla moved besides one of the washing machines were a large basin sink was. She began washing the blood off of her scrapped hands. Gohan felt slightly calmer now being in this room. It didn't look like home but the simplicity of it reminded him of his mother. Occasionally Gohan witnessed a few of the other slaves shoot glares over at Camilla's back. She ignored them completely. He noticed that the girl's back was still bleeding. From the pile of clothes he grabbed one of the more ragged clothes and stepped forward. A few of the older adult slaves stopped eating and watched him through narrowed eyes. The younger ones paid him no attention, still stuffing their faces with all the food they could. This must have been the only time a day they were allowed to eat.

"You're still bleeding." He said worried, offering her the rag.

She nodded. "Will stop soon." She smiled softly at him taking the rag she continued to wash the blood off her hands, legs and back.

"It looks bad maybe you should see a healer?" He suggested but she shook her head.

"Had worse." She wiped most of the blood from her body then turned off the sink. "Hungry?"

Gohan's stomach grumbled loudly when she asked him that. He was starving. It had been days since he last had anything to eat. Camilla grinned hearing his stomach, she gathered her long hair in her hands and twisted it up to create a messy bun on top of her head. She crossed the room to the cabinets. She pulled out a plate then moved to the pots that held leftover food. She piled his plate sky high, meat, potatoes, vegetables, seeing its contents his stomach growl again loudly in the quiet room making him blush.

"Dinner was hour ago. You were asleep." She explained and handed him his plate. "Siayans eat a lot." She moved passed him to a stool by the sewing machine. Camilla adjusted her dress before sitting down, her back facing the group of slaves.

Gohan took some of the stools out from under the counter and pulled it over next to her.

The older slaves were hissing to each other now glaring at Gohan.

"Don't like me." Camilla explained suddenly patting at the cuts on her back with the rag, gesturing to the table of slaves.

He looked at her. "How come?"

She shrugged. "Long story."

It was then he noticed that the dress she wore wasn't the nicest like he had seen other women wear but it was better than what they wore. He figured it was because she was Vegeta's personal slave. She attended his meetings and went almost everywhere he did. She probably had to look respectable. He didn't mean to pry but he was curious. "Is it because Vegeta choose you to be his not any of them?"

She shook her head then just repeated. "Long story."

Gohan sighed he had stated to pick up on the way Camilla spoke now. Whenever she didn't want to talk about something she wasn't going to. The food on his plate looked absolutely delicious and it made his stomach growl loudly again. Once he started eating he couldn't stop. He devoured that plate. Camilla watched him and laughed standing again to make him another plate.

When she returned he thanked her and devoured that one as well. 6 plates later he was full. While Camilla gathered the plates he patted his stomach.

"Wow...that was good."

She nodded putting the plates in the sink and starting the water, letting it make a soapy pool. Across the room the other slaves finally finished their dinner and the older ones ushered the younger ones up. The slaves left their dirty dinner plates on the table. They all glared at Camilla as they exited, the older ones standing in front of the younger ones like they were protecting them from something. Once they were gone Camilla collected their plates and took them to the sink.

Gohan stood at the counter from somewhere on the other side of the ship he could feel Frieza's power level move back towards the ship bay. He must be leaving. "What happens now?" he asked softly looking at the marble counter.

"Vegeta defended you." She explained while she washed the dishes. "They will let you live."

"Why? Why are they keeping me prisoner here?" he balled up his fists and gritted his teeth trying to hide the hurt and homesick he felt.

Camilla glanced back at him and frowned sadly. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't form the words. Finally she looked back at the dishes. "It will be okay. You'll understand soon."

"I don't want to wait until then," the teen snapped. "I will get out of here!"

The blond Saiyan didn't look back at him but sighed softly continuing her work. They sat there in silence for a long time until Vegeta appeared in to doorway.

Gohan's stomach dropped when he saw the Princes red outraged face. Before he had time to react the man stalked toward the boy and grabbed a fistful of his crazy black hair, hauling him to his feet then slamming him into a nearby wall. Gohan gasped hitting the wall so hard his head snapped up the Prince put his face just inches in front of his own.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU, BOY!" he shouted.

Before Gohan could respond Vegeta shook him slightly and slammed him into the wall again. "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND SUPRESS YOUR POWER! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE ALIVE!" A fist landed in Gohan's gut and not even the Saiyan armor could protect him. All this air was knocked out of him and he doubled over, attempting to wrap his arms around his torso but Vegeta pushed him down onto his knees. "Now, kid, thank your Prince for saving your life." He said smugly, looking down at the half- Saiyan.

Camilla turned around from her dishes watching with a worried expression on her face she rang her hands shifting from foot to foot. Gohan looked up at the man confused. "Wha-"

A hard slap across his face caused his entire head to turn. Uncontrollable tears formed in the corners of his eyes from his stinging cheek. Vegeta bend down low grinning evilly. "Kiss my boots, kid, and thank me for saving your life."

Gohan forced the tears to disappear and he glared at him. "Never-"

Another hard slap across the other cheek, this one causing his entire body to collapse over on the floor. Vegeta laughed loudly.

Slowly Gohan pushed himself back up on his knees and scowling at Vegeta be bent down low kissing the Princes white boots. This was the most humiliated the boy had ever felt. He thought having to bathe in front of Camilla was bad. But that was nothing compared to his. His cheeks got hot and tears stung the corners of his eyes.

Vegeta grinned once Gohan sat back up on his knees. "Good boy. Now get up." He turned to and walked to the counter, picking up a round red apple from the bowel of fruit and took a big chop, settling onto one of the stools.

With her lips pressed into a tight line Camilla turned around and continued to wash the pile of dishes. Gohan pushed himself off the cold floor and crossed his arms over his chest. His cheeks and stomach throbbing in pain.

"You're lucky, kid," the Saiyan continued muffled, his mouth full of apple. "You get to go join my most elite force tomorrow. Comptos has already been informed of your arrival. He's got big plans for you." He smirked and an evil twinkle sparkled in his dark eyes.

Behind him Camilla stiffened and peeked over her shoulder back at him. Gohan was confused at what any of that meant. "What if I don't want to join them? I won't fight for you, you jerk."

Vegeta chuckled. "Comptos is one of the strongest Siayan's in the universe. The beating I gave you will be nothing if you don't do what he tells you."

The blood in Gohan's face drained. "What will I be doing there?"

"Training with them. Running missions."

"What kind of missions?"

"Evil missions," Camilla whispered from the sink, turning around, drying her hands on a towel. She looked at Vegeta, pleadingly. "Just a boy."

"What kind of missions?" Gohan asked her before Vegeta could speak.

She looked at Gohan and shook her head. "Evil missions you don't want to go."

"But what kind of missions?" Gohan pressed. Now he knew she was just straight up ignoring him so to not have to talk about it anymore.

"Whatever missions I order them to do." Vegeta replied. He glared at Camilla. "Keep quiet, girl. He wouldn't be the first kid I sent there, you know that. Most of them didn't live through the first mission…But a few got lucky. You better just hope your one of the lucky ones, kid."

Gohan swallowed hard and Camilla shook her head conflicted. Vegeta finished his apple in 3 bites then stood to walk out of the room. "Girl, show the boy to one of the slave rooms for the night. Make sure he has plenty of new uniforms to take with him to Comptos ship. You know Comptos likes his soldiers to look professional. Once you're done come to my room. I could use your company tonight."

Camilla looked down her cheeks burning red. "Yes, my Prince…"

Awkwardly Gohan shifted from foot to foot his own cheeks going hot. He may have still been young but he wasn't a little kid anymore. He knew what things went on in the bedroom. Once Vegeta left Camilla did what she was told. She ushered Gohan down the hall to slave quarters. Most the doors were open in this hall and inside he saw that most slaves shared the tiny cot inside. Only a few had their own rooms. When seeing Camilla walk down the hall several of them got up from their beds and shut their doors with cold glares.

The older girl showed Gohan into his own room. It was tiny with grey walls inside with no furniture other than the tiny cot pressed against the wall. She had disappeared for several minutes before returning with new linin and several new space armor and uniforms. In silence she prepared his bed, not once even looking at him. When Gohan tried to speak to her or ask her more information about the team he was going to she ignored him. Her face was emotionless and he wondered what was going through her head. Once she was done she bowed to him in his doorway and in a flash she was gone.

The half Saiyan teen slowly lay on the tiny cot. It wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought it was going to be. He kept the door cracked allowing some faint light in from the hallway. This part of the ship was quiet with only the soft breathing or snores from the other slaves. His mind was whorled with questions and nervousness. He wondered what would happen to him tomorrow. Would he be beaten like he was when he first got on Vegeta's ship? What was this "Elite team" like? What were these evil missions? Was his dad working on a way to come save him? The soreness his body felt was no where near the hurt his heart felt.

Suddenly a hand darted out and grabbed him by the collar of his black shirt. Gohan gasped jerking awake he didn't even notice that he had fallen asleep. He gasped as the hand pushed him into the cot. Standing above him was one of the elderly slaves. What little light that shinned in from the hallway illuminated his face. He kept one wrinkly old hand on Gohan's chest keeping him where he was the other held a short wooden cane keeping himself up right. The man had thin wispy grey hair that was all a disarray on top of his head, his face sagged with wrinkles and his eyes were such a pale blue they were almost grey. His skin that he supposed used to be a light pink like several of the younger adult slaves, was withering and cracking turning grey.

"Careful, son..." He croaked. His eyes searched Gohan's face for a moment but it didn't feel like he was actually look at him or looking further away seeing something else in his own mind.

Slightly frightened Gohan swallowed. "Careful doing what?"

"That girl is trouble." He warned seriously his hand wrapping in Gohan's undershirt holding him tighter. "She cannot be trusted. She's trouble."

"Trouble how?"

The man suddenly let go of the young man. "Mark my words. She is a trained killer. Do not trust her. They should have killed her when they had the chance. Not smart." He chanted slowly backing up, out the door and down the hall. "If she doesn't kill you, her brother will. Mark my words. Be careful of those two. Trained killers.

Gohan sat up his heart racing and watched him wide eyed. Once he was a couple feet away the old man turned and limped down the hall. The air was so eerie it made Gohan's heart beat painful. He tried to brush it off. That old man had to have been crazy. Camilla was so small he doubted she could even hurt a fly. He didn't understand why all the slaves on this ship had such a grudge against her but he was going to find out.

He sat there and listened to the clanking of the cane getting faint the further away he got. Searching for some form of comfort, Gohan curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them tightly. There was no way he was sleeping now. He wished he knew where to find Camilla. He didn't know her that well yet but for some reason her presence made him feel calmer. He wished he was home. He wished he was with Mr. Piccolo or his mom or dad.

Early the next morning Camilla was the one who had been sent to fetch him. She wore a new dress that was dark blue almost back but was the same style of her white one. Her hair had been let back down her back covering the scars that were created the night before. She found him in the same position he had never moved that entire night. She showed him to the showers and stood outside while he washed and got dressed. Before they made their way to the ship bay where Vegeta was waiting to send him off, Camilla stopped Gohan, putting a hand on his arm.

He looked back at her confused and from behind her back she pulled out an orange piece of fabric. His eyes widened when he realized what it was. It was his dad's GI! She had repaired it! Gohan tried to hold back tears and he hugged the thin slave, careful not to crush her tiny body. Silently she smiled and nodded, then showed him to landing bay. Gohan hid the GI in the bag with his other uniforms he would keep it close to him from now on and protect it with his life.

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