Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball Z or any of the character's except for Chill and all the other people from Tenemareen.

Summary: Shortly before Vegeta came to Earth, he gave birth to a child. Years later when he and his son's paths collide for a short period of time, Vegeta realizes that he must save his son from the terrible abuse he had been forced to endure. Now, with the help of Goku, he must travel across space to the boys adoptive planet and rescue him before it's too late. I'm bad at summaries :P

Warning: Rated M for language, abuse, rape, mpreg, etc.

This is NOT a Goku/Vegeta fanfiction. Sorry, I hope I didn't disappoint anyone.

The boy with the blindfold

Chapter three:

"Who do you think is in there?" Goku asked, both of his hands up behind his head.

Vegeta shrugged as the bridge of the spacecraft was let down, "I guess we're about to find out."

Vegeta heard Goku gasp behind him as the group of aliens made their way down the ramp. Vegeta held his breath for a second, completely caught off guard at the horrific odor of the group. Once he was able to focus again, he studied the foreigners. There were a total of eighteen of them. Seven of them all had bodies akin to stone, their heads full of dark brown hair were held high, and their arms were locked at their sides. Their uniforms were all dark blue, their belts holding whips and guns. Prison guards of course, he noted.

He turned his attention to the other aliens, nearly gasping at the sight.

There were a total eleven of them. All appeared to be children, not a single one of them over 5ft. They were completely covered in filth, varying in dark shades of grays, blacks, browns, and any other color imaginable. Their frail bones stuck out so much it looked like their bodies would fall apart at any given second. His eyes trailed down the group one by one, one of the prisoners was missing an arm, another's wings were completely bent beyond repair, and he tried his hardest not to vomit as he averted his attention away from the girl oozing the sickest of fluids from her missing right cheek. He was about to completely turn away from the disgusting group when his sight connected to the last prisoner. He was one of the smallest ones, standing noticeably further away from the rest of the group. His torn, over-sized pants were held to his hips with thin rope and were tucked into the thick rags tied over his feet and around his ankles. His shirt was also large; the left side of the neck was down to his elbow, the other side hung loosely from his shoulder, completely exposing his scrawny upper body. His filthy chin length dark hair was clumpy and knotted, his bangs making a curtain over his forehead. The rest of his face was hidden as his chin tucked itself so tightly into his neck it looked painful. The child was also shaking violently, barely able to keep his odd stance. Vegeta arched his brow as he looked to the child's feet. On his left foot he stood back on his heel, while on the right he stood on his toes.

The saiyans watched as the final alien marched his way down the ramp and onto the ground, "Prince Vegeta, it has been quite some time hasn't it?"

Vegeta's eyes widened slightly, what was the warden of Tenamareen doing here?

"You know this guy Vegeta?" Goku asked.

"My apologizes sir," the foreigner replied, "My name is Ziloh; I am the warden of Planet Tenamareen."

Goku's cocked his eyebrow in confusion, "warden?"

"Tenamareen is a prison planet," Vegeta said before turning his attention back to Ziloh, "What are you doing here? Certainly not to take prisoners."

"Oh no of course not! Actually I'm searching for something."

"Searching for what?"

"Well I am not sure if you've heard of them, but they're called the dragon balls."

The two saiyans demeanors changed almost instantly for the worst. Everyone stood in silence before finally Vegeta glared at the warden, "what the hell do you want the dragon balls for?"

"Oh so you've heard of them!" of course, Vegeta was there on Namek! Ziloh mentally slapped himself for his stupidity.

"Yes we have heard of them, what could you possibly want with the balls?" Vegeta asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He heard a whimper coming from the boy's direction. Glancing over, he noticed the boy had finally stumbled out of his weird stance. Wincing, the boy silently got back into the position, his legs quivering in pain.

Vegeta looked to the rest of the group, no one had even noticed the boys little episode, not even Kakarrot. He frowned to himself, had he been listening in the boy's direction this whole time? With a silent growl, he turned his full attention back to the warden.

"Well you see," the warden said, once he noticed Vegeta was no longer lost in thought, "a while ago we had an enemy, we have since defeated this enemy but-" the warden trailed off as he looked to the ground.

"But what?" Goku asked.

"M-my son was killed in the battle."

It was another moment of silence before Goku said, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"It is alright," the warden said with a smile, "we believe the dragon balls will restore his life, this is possible yes?"

"Yup as long as he died within this year."

Vegeta wasn't paying attention to the warden anymore, he was again watching the boy. The child's fist was clenching and unclenching, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.

'Why am I so drawn to this kid? I feel like I should know him but that's impossible. I haven't been in space, never mind Tenamareen. Why can't I stop looking at him?!'

Chill though, wasn't aware of his father's silent observations, he was too busy with his own thoughts.

'What is the warden talking about? His son didn't die; he was one of the guards who said goodbye when we left!'

"All over the world?!" Ziloh exclaimed in shock, pulling Vegeta and Chill from their thoughts.

"Yeah after someone uses them, they spread out around the world, and they then recharge so we can use them again," Goku replied, the two obviously having a conversation while the father and son were lost in their thoughts.

"Oh," the warden said downcast. It would take years for them to find every ball!

"Hey don't worry! Vegeta's wife Bulma is a scientist, and she made a dragon radar!"

Ziloh's eyes widened as he looked at said saiyan. Vegeta had a wife?!

"Uh, Ziloh," Goku said, noticing the warden's shocked expression.

The warden cleared his throat, "ah yes, what is a 'dragon radar'?"

"It's a device that locates all of the dragon balls," Goku replied, "We were going to use the dragon balls to make the people of Earth forget about Buu, but I guess if we're saying a life then-"

"Oh thank you!" the warden exclaimed as he ran into Goku's arm, tears running down his rock face. The sight idiotic; the warden was too large and stocky, his face wet with ridiciously large teardrops, his arms crushing over the saiyan. Vegeta compared into one of those completely fake love scenes in one of those movies Bulma had made him watch. He didn't say anything though, he was just glad he wasn't the one being smothered by the warden.

"Oh it's nothing really," Goku said as he pried the warden's arms off of him, ignoring the large wet stains on his shoulder, "I'm just happy to help."

The warden wiped his eyes on his sleeve, "oh you have no idea how happy you have made me. Is there any way I can repay you?"

"Don't sweat it!" Goku replied. The warden looked confused for a second; he didn't know why he would be 'sweating' anything, though he didn't get time to dwell on that before the saiyan spoke again.

"Grab my shoulder and I'll take you over to Capsule Corps."

"Excuse me?"

"I know Instant Transmission," Goku replied as if were the most obvious thing, "I can get all of us over there in just a few seconds."

"How fascinating, tell me more about it."

Vegeta tuned out of the conversation again as he looked over at the boy again. The boy was now bouncing on his oddly stanced feet, dark fluid running down from the gash on his shoulder. The boy raised his head slightly, fully showing his face. Vegeta felt his stomach drop at the sight of the blindfold tied tightly around his eyes. For what reason was this boy (at least he assumed it was a boy) the only one here with the extra cloth around his face. Perhaps he didn't have eyes? But no, the male towards the front of the line was missing his eye, though there was no such fabric tied around his face. What so special about this boys eyes that they felt the need for them to be hidden?

Chill meanwhile, was sweating, even in the freezing climate compared to his planet. He by now was able to feel Vegeta's eyes boring into him.

'Stop shaking! You're making yourself more noticeable. Please, please, please fath- Vegeta, stop looking at me!'

"Yardrat! Wow I would've never thought!" the warden exclaimed, once again pulling Vegeta and Chill out of their thoughts.

"Yeah the Yardratians are very polite people."

"Kakarot," Vegeta started, "don't you think it's time we take these people to Capsule Corps. already?" as of right now he really just wanted to get away from this pitiful group. There sight was disgusting, their smell was horrific, their very prescence made Vegeta sick.

He also really wanted to get away from the boy with the blindfold.

"Yeah I guess your right Vegeta. Alright everyone, just grab onto any part of my body and we'll be on our way!"

The guards, warden, and Vegeta all grabbed on immediately, the prisoners were hesitant at first before they all grabbed onto a piece of Goku's pants. They were about to leave when Goku and Vegeta realized the final prisoner. The demi-saiyan was standing with his hands at his side. He wasn't actually sure what to do; he didn't want to soil this perfect man with his unworthy touch.

Instead of telling Chill he was allowed to touch him, he reached down, and grabbed Chill's hand.

"Alright everyone let's go!" the orange-clad saiyan said before disappearing, not noticing the look of horror splayed across the foreigners faces.

TBC

Thanks for reading! I am sooooo sorry about taking forever to update. I really don't have any excuse except for being too caught up in other peoples fanfictions that I forgot I had my own to write! Sorry if you thought the description of the prisoners was gross but I'm just being realistic considering the conditions they live in. I won't take so long with the next chapter because I am already working on it now. Please review!