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.

There is starvation in this chapter. Can't handle it then PLEASE don't read.

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

A:/N this is a rather long chapter (twice as long as the previous one), so make time in your schedule for it!

The boy with the blindfold

Chapter nine:

Had it been hours? Or had it been minutes? Chill couldn't tell as he woke up from his painful sleep. Ever since the trip to the green planet, he had been trying to imagine the world changing in time, but he had no luck so far. He wondered how he had survived that sleep, or maybe he was actually dead. He pinched the nail of his pointer finger into his thumb. He could feel the light discomfort in his thumb. Did that mean he was alive? Except wasn't he meant to feel eternal pain even in the afterlife? He wasn't quite sure he cared. Years without proper sleep, backbreaking labor, and forty-eight hours worth of torture were starting to take its toll, and all he wanted was to try and sleep more.

Before he could try and return to his slumber, he heard shuffling near him, growing louder as it got closer. He instantly knew who was coming, for he would know those footsteps anywhere. Kind of like the darkness beneath his blindfold.

Neeila.

He dug his left ear into the dirt, and forced his right hand to cover the exposed on. Perhaps if he couldn't hear her, she would go away.

"Stop ignoring me, I haven't seen you in a while." Well, it was worth a try.

He turned his head slightly to face her, just to show that she had his attention. He couldn't see her, but he remembered a time when he had. Her long, fluffy bright blonde hair, stained slightly in grime. Her pointed ears, button nose, and sharp light green eyes. Her skin was glittered with birthmarks akin to crystals, though they weren't able shine in the hideous prison. He wondered if she still looked the same. It had been such a long time since the day he chanced to look at her. His eyes had scared her of course, like they scared everyone. She cried and screamed for him to put his blindfold back on, and so he did. Though she was still freaked out, and didn't speak to him for the longest time (month) of his life. And that was the last time he dared to take off his blindfold.

At least until a few days ago.

He jumped when a bowl clattered by his face.

"It's mine," Neeila said, "I figured you'd be hungry, so I brought it for you."

He felt her hands on his shoulders as she rolled him onto his side. She then lifted him off the ground, and up onto his rear, his head braced on her shoulder. He was surprised by this. Neeila may have helped him eat before in the past, but she never let him rest on her like this. Perhaps she didn't want to hurt his back? He was honestly too tired to care.

He felt the bowl press against his lips. He opened his mouth and let the food pour down his throat. He clenched his fists as he forced his aching throat to swallow the food.

Chill rolled his head to look up at her, wondering why she was here feeding him, and not working herself to death like usual.

"They actually gave us a day off," she said as though reading his mind, "overseers from all over the planet are partying their asses off for the success on Earth, they only have got a few guards actually on watch."

He did an action akin to a nod and turned away.

It was a moment later when she leaned in close and whispered, "I heard a rumor that everyone was going to start an uprising."

Chill would've rolled his eyes if he could. Why didn't the other prisoners understand that they were going to be defeated humiliatingly easy just like always? Why did everyone else always have to disobey, when being obedient was always so much easier? He would never understand the rebels.

They didn't speak for a while, and Chill wondered why he was still braced against the green-eyed girl. Shouldn't she have pushed him off of her by now? Why did everything have to be so confusing?

"I take it since you're here, things didn't go very well on Earth." Chill whipped his head up at her in confused shock. Where in the hell did that come from?

"Well if I'm going to be honest," she said as she placed the bowl back on the ground, "I had assumed that I'd never see you again.

"When you all arrived back, I heard you went to Earth and that your mother was there," he clenched his fists, "I thought you would've stayed with him."

Chill chewed on his lip as he turned away from her. He wanted to bite her for reminding him of the heartbreak he had somewhat forgotten about. The last thing he wanted to think about was his saiyan abandoner. He didn't want to feel that awful internal pain anymore and he could already feel it coming back.

"What happened, Chill?"

He didn't answer her. She wasn't surprised; the hybrid had never been much of a talker, most of their conversations being one-sided.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Chill could feel her feet rub against the dirt and stone, but still kept his lips closed. His throat burned and his neck was almost too sore to move. Despite these things he probably would've remained silent anyways. All he had to do was wait for her to realize he was done with this conversation, and she would start a new one. It would be something completely random, she was famous for that. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to her, but he did miss her, and he needed a distraction from his pain.

"Chill," she began after a while, "I found out I am seventeen today."

Well, he hadn't been expecting that. But hey, she was random.

"When you all returned to Tenemareen, I heard the warden say something like 'Age 774 will go down in the history books'. I know I came to this planet in Age 761, when I was four years old." She said, brushing a strand of bright hair out of her face.

Her voice wavered as she said, "thirteen years, thirteen years I've been on this planet."

Chill could tell she was about to cry as she said, "have I ever told you why I'm a prisoner here?"

He didn't have to shake his head 'no', because she already knew she hadn't.

"I remember the day like it was yesterday, try as I might I just have never been able to forget it," she said as she picked at the fabric covering her knees.

Noticing the boy's quickly diminishing attention she sighed, "I guess I should just cut to the chase, it was because of Frieza."

Chill shot up straight in surprise, only to cringe and fall back down. She told him everything, how in the hell was he just hearing about this now?!

She nodded, "our planet didn't commit any crime, hell, we didn't even know for sure if there was life out in space besides us. We just happened to be a planet that Frieza thought would make a pretty good profit in the Planet Trade. I wasn't really surprised, my planet was beautiful, trees and grass everywhere, two suns that shined overhead and sparkled against the dewdrops and our glittered skin, white clouds that seemed to always drizzle down rain, but never blocked out the light from the suns. I remember everything, oh god I remember it all..."

Chill didn't have to see her clenched eyes and scrunched up face to know that she wanted to cry. He wanted to tell her she could stop, that she didn't need to put herself through this torture just to keep up a conversation with him of all people. But his throat wouldn't comply, so he could only let her continue.

"There's no light here Chill," she said with a croak, "there is no beauty, no anything. My people and I have fallen into this ugliness, and we will never be free of it."

She paused again before saying, "I guess that really has nothing to do with what I wanted to tell you."

She was right, it didn't.

"My people fought so hard, but we didn't even get close to beating the army. They burned down our homes, our lands. Everything was destroyed, every last thing dear to my people. I just can't believe someone could destroy something so beautiful...

"They killed half of our population, and sent the rest of us here. To this day I still wonder why some of our lives were spared. I know that Frieza was fonder of simply killing, so why he thought to take the time to send us to this prison is a mystery..."

Chill flinched as she violently choked back her sobs, forcing herself to say, "I saw him Chill! He was there, I really saw him!"

He couldn't tell if there were actual tears going down her face, but her body was jolting as she coughed.

"He-he looked r-right at me! He l-laughed as-as he k-killed my uncle, and my-," her words were cut off, as she coughed and sputtered.

"I-I hate him! I h-hate e-everything a-about-t him!" she choked out. Chill turned away from her as he let her cry. He was starting to wonder if her conversation was truly better than loneliness. It really all made sense now, why she panicked when she saw Chill's blood red eyes. It wasn't simply because they were ugly (which was what Chill thought for a LONG time), but because the eyes weren't his, but were his eyes. They were his father's; the bad father, and that was a trait he'd never been free of. Frieza really just had to ruin every last thing in his life, which in all honesty, was anything but a life.

It was only a few moments before her tears subsided, and she was quiet again. Chill didn't even have the strength to angrily clench his fingers. He was just so got damn tired of this. He was tired of being angry, and being hurt, and especially, being psychically exhausted.

"I guess I should stop freaking you out," she says after a while, "I don't think you're him Chill, you know that right?"

No he didn't know that. It was obvious she thought he was his father, everyone did.

She was quiet again, brushing her feet against the ground, indicating that she was thinking. Neeila didn't have a 'thinking face' but 'thinking feet'.

"I think Herio's up on the cliff," she says finally, "we should go see him."

If Chill could've groaned, he would have. The last person he wanted to see was Herio, and it wasn't as if he were in any condition to climb anyways.

He was forced to sit up as Neeila stood, "Oh yeah you can't walk. Well then I'll just carry you."

Huh?

Neeila maneuvered herself to stand in front of her uncooperative companion, her back facing him. Bending down, she grabbed his wrists, and lifted him off the ground and onto her back. She wrapped his arms around her neck. Hesitantly, he locked his fingers around his own wrist, still surprised by her actions. She seemed to hesitate, and Chill was just about ready to leg go and plop back into the dirt on his butt. Before he could however, she grabbed the back of his knees and lifted them to her hips as she stood. He wrapped his legs around her, and she moved her hands to the back of his thighs, just before the groove of his backside. He wanted to lay his head on her shoulder, but he knew that probably wouldn't have been acceptable by her. He'd never been carried in this manner, both of them silently agreeing to drag the other when truly necessary. The dragging was hardly ever painful, because he hardly ever noticed. Most of the time if he was ever too weak to walk himself, he was either unconscious or close to being.

He chewed his lip as the rocking motions of the walking female jolted his body. He wanted so badly to let to close his eyes and let the rocking captivate him. His previous nap clearly hadn't killed him, but maybe if he tried again, he would truly die. He knew he couldn't rest against her, she might realize just who she was carrying on her back. Now that he was up here, he didn't want to get down yet, but he was so just so tired! He shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay awake as the girl made her way through the prison.

XXX

'Hours.' That was all Goku could think of as he barely dodged the fist that was coming at his head. They were still training, and Goku didn't even need to look at a clock to know that it was the morning of a whole new fucking day! The elder had kept them in a non-stop fight, the only break being when either of them had to use the bathroom. He hadn't even been able to talk to Bulma, who had tried to contact them twice already. With no food or sleep, Goku was beginning to get fed up with the prince.

'Kami,' Goku thought to himself as he failed to strike Vegeta's side with his knee, 'I understand he might not want to talk about all that has happened but I don't know how much longer I can spar before I collapse!'

Goku was so busy trying to keep himself awake, he hadn't noticed the fast approaching fist until it was already embedded in his nose. He flew back from the force, instantly dropping out of super saiyan as he collided with the floor.

"Ow!" he cried out as he covered his blood leaking nose with his palm, flinching as he pulled his hand away.

Vegeta blinked before frowning, "maybe if you were focused, you could've blocked it."

Vegeta's frowned deepened when he heard another groan of pain come from his companion, "what's the matter Kakarot? You can't tell me you've never got punched in the nose before."

"Yeah of course I have," he replied, still attempting to nurse his nose with his hand, "just never that -ow- hard before."

Vegeta continued to watch Goku's attempt at stopping the bleeding until he rolled his eyes and said, "Kakarot stop... whatever it is you're trying to do. Tilt your head back and pinch your nose."

The younger obeyed as Vegeta retrieved a rag from the bathroom, dropping it down onto his lap. Goku pressed the cloth to his nose, staining it with his ruby red blood. Vegeta stood next to the third-class for a moment, before dropping out of his golden form and taking a seat next to him. The two men were silent, Vegeta's eyes straying away to look out the window.

Goku took this opportunity to study the silent prince. Sweat trickled down every visible part of his body, staining his royal blue spandex. His body was shuddering, trying to keep up with his labored breathing. Goku's eyes trailed up to the elder's face, his lips, of course, were in their infamous frown. Goku could only recall a few times when he actually witnessed Vegeta smile without it at all being sinister. His cheeks were oddly pale, and Goku wondered if it only seemed that way due to the lighting. Goku almost didn't want to look into his eyes, already knowing what he would see.

The man's eyes were blank, completely void of emotion. Just two seas of unchanging black, that seemed to go on for an eternity. Perhaps the brain-damaged man wouldn't have found it so unsettling, if their current situation didn't call for emotion. How could Vegeta sit next to him so casually, thoughts of his son obviously going through his head, and not feel a single thing? No, he had to feel something. If he didn't, he wouldn't be here, trying to save him. But how could Vegeta hide it so well? Not even a slip of evidence to an internal struggle. He had seen with his own eyes Vegeta's raw, unhidden emotions. He had seen it when he shed his final tears right before his battle with Frieza, and even when he found out that Maijin Buu killed his wife. Vegeta had been so hurt, and utterly pissed at those moments; there was no telling what he was feeling now. Goku would give anything for any indication of Vegeta's feelings, something he could work with. How could he help the other man when he didn't even know where to start?

"Um Vegeta," Goku started, returning his head to its normal elevation once he was sure the bleeding had stopped.

To his surprise, the other actually looked over, gracing the orange-clad saiyan with a, "what?" though the words weren't laced with malice. He just sounded... tired.

"Do you, um, want to get some food? We haven't eaten anything since, well yesterday," Goku knew better than to ask for a flat out break. The outcome would only be Vegeta denying a break was needed, ultimately ending up in both of them sparring until they landed on the damn prison. He could tell Vegeta was tired as well, he had to be.

Vegeta sighed before nodding, standing to his feet and heading towards the kitchen. Goku's surprise was evident on his face, but Vegeta was already halfway across the chamber. Just yesterday the prince looked as if he wanted to tear Goku's head off just for simply existing, and now he was calmly agreeing to eat with him? Vegeta was just too complicated to understand.

XXX

"Do you want something specific, or just anything?" Goku asked with his head in the refrigerator. The elder gave some sort of grunt as a reply, which Goku took as a 'just anything is fine'. Pulling out 'just anything', he closed the refrigerator and set the delectable pile on the table. He didn't take too much food, for they only had enough for a four day round trip. Barely waiting for his butt to hit the seat, he dug into the food. Just as sloppily and unattractively as usual.

He almost forgot about Vegeta, before catching sight of the silent man. His head was propped against his fist, a fork full of food suspended in the air. The fork stayed like that, and Goku could easily tell Vegeta's thoughts were far from his... breakfast? Or was it lunch...?

Deciding it wasn't important, Goku chose to take a break from his beloved food, and study his companion's face.

At first his face was calm and emotionless, as Goku expected. It was a moment later when he detected Vegeta's fingers tightening around the metal spoon, bending it at the force. His dark eyebrows then narrowed, his eyes twitching. It was then when Vegeta's eyes tightened to a close, his hand shaking the food completely off the damaged fork. Goku felt like some type of invader, as though he were witnessing something he shouldn't be.

He was about to intervene with Vegeta's internal struggle when the Prince blurted out, "how have you been since your return to Earth?"

Goku blinked in surprise. That was a random thing to ask, why the hell did Vegeta care anyway? Well he probably didn't, just wanting something to break the silence. Well if Vegeta wanted to talk then he was glad to as well.

"I've been alright since I came home I guess," he said, masking his surprise as he picked up a bundle of rice with his chopstick, plopping them into his mouth. The other was silent and kept eye contact, which Goku took as the 'green light' to continue.

"Gohan has gotten so big, it still kind of amazes me how well he turned out while I was gone. He's still an amazing fighter and a great older brother. Heck, on top of that he's still able to get good grades and make all these new friends, I've never been more proud of him."

Okay, he knew for a fact that Vegeta didn't give a flying noodle about what he had to say about his family, yet the prince was still silent as he waited for the younger to continue. What was he supposed to say now? He didn't exactly want to talk about the other two members of his household.

Vegeta must've picked up on his hesitation as he said, "what about your youngest brat? I'm surprised he hadn't pissed himself at how excited he was to see you."

"Yeah he's okay," Goku said as he rubbed the back of his head. He sighed when Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He wished he wasn't so damn readable all the time.

"Goten's just not comfortable with me yet. I don't expect him to be, considering he didn't know me for the first seven years of his life. It's not like he's hostile to me or anything, I just feel so awkward when I'm around him, I mean I don't know anything about him. I want to get to know him; it's just sometimes I feel like he's afraid of me, which kind of hurts more than him simply not liking me."

Goku's eyes widened. Did he seriously just say that out loud?

The third-class quickly focused back onto his meal, stuffing more foods in his mouth, hoping to hide his embarrassment.

Dishes clashed for a while, before Vegeta spoke up again, "what about your woman?"

'Dammit,' Goku swore to himself. He wasn't big on swearing, not even in his head, but she was probably the last thing he wanted to talk about.

"She's okay," he said far too quickly, continuing to pack food into his mouth. He spared a glance at Vegeta, inwardly groaning at his raised eyebrow. Damn his eyebrows!

Goku coughed a bit, sipping from his bottled juice as he said, "she's just a bit more... agrumental? No I don't think that's even a word. Well in other words she's just more, upset these days. It just seems like nothing I do can make her happy. I understand why, I have put her through a lot in our marriage; I just wish she would understand how hard I'm trying. Everything is so new and different since the last time I was here, I'm just trying to get used to it all. She's just so darn complicating, and practically refuses to help me get back in touch with being alive. She yells at me about everything, be it I broke a dish, or that I left my towel on the bathroom floor. Since when was it a rule that I couldn't do that? It never was before, so how would I know that? I was dead for seven years?!"

Goku realized that he was simply ranting over just about nothing, but he was mad, and didn't really know another way to let it out.

"I mean I'm trying, I really am! But I just don't know what else to do! I can't even stand being in that house when she's in a mood! I've tried just about everything I can, but she's always so mad..." the third-class trailed off a bit as he looked down at his lap.

"She yelled at me for hours when I told her I was going into space again," the hero said quietly, "she kept asking why I would put Gohan and Goten through that again, especially when they just got me back. Not once did she say how she felt about me going into space. I even made this mission sound slightly more dangerous than it really was, and still she screamed at me and told me how much of a terrible father I was for leaving them. I told her I'd miss her and she turned away from me. I even told her I loved her, and she just walked away..."

Goku dropped his head into his hands, running his fingers through his spikes. He didn't cry, not even a little, but he honestly felt like he needed to. He had never been sensitive in that sort of way, unless it was over a loved one's death. He was just confused, lost, and utterly hurt.

There was silence over them, when finally Goku asked the question that had been bugging him since they had started this damned journey. He acknowledged the prince probably didn't want to talk about it, but he desperately wanted to conversation to get off of his family life.

"Why don't you show more emotion? This is your son Vegeta, and your acting like you don't care, but I know you do."

Vegeta was silent as he stared emotionlessly at Goku. The earth-raised saiyan dropped his eyes again, completely ready to think of a new conversation to keep his companion occupied, when the prince cut him off.

"It's easier to just ignore it until it's necessary to deal with."

Goku's eyes widened at Vegeta's small confession. The prince's eyes never left his, still blank, refusing to display emotion.

The younger gathered himself quickly as he said, "that's not good Vegeta. You shouldn't ignore your feelings; it'll only make you feel worse." Hell that is worse than simply hiding them from others.

Vegeta glared, "what do you know Kakarot?! Your over there, practically screaming your emotions to your 'oh so oblivious' family and where the hell has that gotten you?! Emotions only cloud judgment, every warrior knows that! Or are you just too much of an idiot to grasp that?!"

The earth-fighter flinched and turned away. Of course Vegeta would take one of Goku's most sensitive insecurities and use it against him. He had told him those things out of trust, and now of course Vegeta was going to make fun of him for it. He didn't understand what he did to make Vegeta so angry. Why did he always have to anger everyone?

Vegeta sighed as he watched the younger man shrink away. He hadn't meant to snap at the other like that, especially not in such an insensitive way. He understood that family was a sore spot with his saiyan companion, and actually intended to help him when they returned home and he wasn't in such a piss-poor mood. He already had enough negative feelings stirring inside of him, and topped with his exhaustion, he was just a walking time bomb.

"Kakarot," gods did he hate having to say this, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that. Everything regarding these last few days is severely pissing me off, but I shouldn't be taking it out on you."

Goku's hair flopped as his head shot up, eyes widened in shock for about the millionth time that day. Vegeta turned away from him, as he waited for the younger to reply.

"It-it's okay Vegeta, I know you didn't mean too," he choked out, trying to fight away his shock.

Vegeta only grunted, as he stared at the counter across the room. Goku blinked as he saw the grey bags underneath the prince's eyes. He had been so busy searching Vegeta's emotionless orbs; he failed to notice the surrounding features.

"Um Vegeta, we should probably get some sleep, we haven't had any for a whole day."

Little did Goku know that it had actually been two days for the saiyan prince, but Vegeta didn't correct him. Vegeta was tired, no he was exhausted. On top of the forty-eight sleepless hours, the all-day spar certainly was only making it worse. But he couldn't sleep; he couldn't live through those nightmares again, not anymore.

"Come on Vegeta," Goku said standing, "it's not healthy for us to stay awake this long. Besides, we are going to need all of our strength to find your son and the dragon balls."

'No,' Vegeta's eyes widened frantically as he watched Goku's retreating back. He couldn't be left alone, not anymore. He was so fucking tired of dealing with this alone.

"Kakarot wait," Vegeta said, clenching his fists.

The younger spun around, "What's up Geta?"

The use on the nickname only made Vegeta fully grasp that he was actually about to tell Goku, of all people, his problem.

"I-," Vegeta began, his eyes trailing everywhere but Goku's, "I can't exactly sleep right now." How the hell else he supposed to word this?

"Why not?"

"I keep getting... nightmares," dammit he sounded like a fucking kid! Why in the hell did he bring this the other's attention anyway? It wasn't like there was anything the earth-raised idiot could do to stop them. Great, the buffoon was probably going to laugh at him. It only seemed fitting considering he mocked his family problems.

When he chanced a look at the other man, he didn't seem amused, hell he didn't even seem surprised, just relieved. Wait; why in the hell was he relieved?

'Oh right, his whole bitching and moaning over emotions and shit.' Or maybe he just saw it coming.

Surprisingly it was mostly the latter reason, for it all began to make sense now. Vegeta's constant spacing out, and his insistence to continue training, it was obvious Vegeta didn't want to be left to his own devices.

He looked up to the clock that read 10:02am, giving them about seven or eight more hours before they landed on the prison planet.

"You should've just told me instead of making me train for twenty-two hours straight. Come on, I'll help you get some sleep."

XXX

"Eh Herio, I got a deal for you," an old rugged man said as he leaned closer to said boy.

"What the hell do you want old man?" the boy answered, picking at the dirt under his nails.

"I'll give you this paw, if you give me your tooth," he responds, holding up his offer. It resembled the paw of a feline, and was very large. It was so large that the young man knew all he had to do was dispose of the insides, and it would probably slip over his own hand like a glove. The sharp nails that were left intact would definitely help with hunting for extra food, and even lessen the labor of digging. With this weapon tucked into his rotting rubber boots, he could greatly increase his family's likelihood of survival. He was aware of the revolt that most of the prisoners were planning, once they were sure the majority of the guards were too drunk to even remember their own names. But Herio was not a stupid boy, and knew the prisoners would fail just like they had before, and he had to get his family ready for the rough punishments coming ahead.

"Well Blondie, you want it or not?"

"Hell yeah I want it, just why are you willing to give this up for my nasty ass tooth? Why do you want my tooth anyways?"

"It doesn't matter," the man said quickly, "just give me your damn tooth and get out my fucking face."

Herio rolled his eyes, but decided he didn't really care. He was never one to meddle in other peoples' business anyhow. He reached down and picked up a decent sized stone, readying himself to knock his tooth right out of his mouth. He stopped however, when a flash of an approaching blur caught his eye. The blonde lad squinted, before the blur took the form of his younger sister.

A smile broke out on his face as he called out, "Neeila!? What are you doing up here?"

The girl didn't answer, and only ran faster as she made her way over to him. Herio's smile never wavered, for he was always happy when he got to spend time with the girl outside of work hours.

The blonde man's smile shifted into a snarl as his green eyes connected with the shuddering bundled attached to her back.

"No!" he screamed as he stomped his way to meet the girl. He reached out and gripped the demi-saiyan's hair; tugging him clear off his sister's back. Chill's hands flew to protect his face as he crashed into the ground, waiting for the familiar abuse he received from the other male.

He didn't feel any pain as Neeila's hand held back her brother's fists.

"Calm down right now Herio!" she hissed at him.

His glare didn't pacify, "how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from him!?"

"How many times did say 'I don't care'!?" she shouted back. Chill could feel the sharp rocks cutting into his knees and legs, though he ignored it as he hung his head in silence. Neeila and her brother were close, a sibling bond so strong that only their race could hope to understand. They hardly ever fought, and as far as he knew it was mostly over him. Herio outwardly hated him, like most everyone did. His entire body still stung, yet he forced his knees to work as he crawled away. Perhaps he would get lucky and not fall to his imminent death once he tried to drag his useless body down the cliffside.

The siblings were finally finished quarreling, when Neeila noticed Chill's pathetic attempt at an unnoticed escape. She reached down, grabbed at his collar, and yanked him back into a sitting position. She ignored his flinch in pain as she sat herself behind him, slowly pressing their backs together. His and her clothing made a soft enough cushioning to keep his wounded back from feeling any terrible pain. Chill's head fell against her shoulder, his rapid breathing right in her ear. He was either tired, or having some sort of asthma attack, but Neeila knew he'd be fine if he just stayed still and caught his breath. The smoggy air was already terrible to breath, but it was easier if one was calm.

Herio glared at the scene, "why the hell would you go through the trouble to carry that up this fucking cliff? He's going to give you some type of sickness or something."

"I already am sick," she shot back. The young man sneered at the boy again, causing his sister to sigh.

"Come on Herio don't be like this, how many times do we actually get some free time to spend with each other? Besides, I've got some really cool news I wanted to share with you."

"What news?"

She smiled, "I found out you were nineteen today."

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Reko paced back and forth, running his fingers through his fine chocolate hair. His stone lips fell into a frown as he noticed the other members of the room were just as lost as he was. He knew he should stay calm, because raging like his father, obviously wasn't going to get them anywhere. Try as he might, he couldn't help but get extremely frustrated. They had been fucking around with these damn balls for hours! They had tried rearranging them, cleaning them, stacking them, hell they even chanted to them! Nothing changed the balls from their rapid glowing state. A low cracking sounded through the room as the wooden table cracked underneath the gleaming balls, but none of them noticed as they continued to ponder on another suggestion.

"What do you purpose we do sir Reko?" a guard finally spoke up.

The prince of division 3 almost found it amusing that despite his father being the warden, the guards came to him in this time of need. It did however; boost his confidence, which willed him to continue maintaining a level-head.

Sadly enough, he quietly had to say, "I'm not sure what else we can do." They had done just about everything they could think of.

He had tried to say it quietly, as not to alert his temperamental father, but sadly Ziloh heard him loud and clear.

"That's bullshit! I didn't spend three years studying Earth and the dragon balls just so we could get stuck here!" the warden shouted as he kicked the wall. Reko was going to retort something, when a crash sounded through the room. All eyes turned to the table, which laid in a broken heap on the ground, the dragon balls rolling away. The guards ran after the escaping balls as Reko's eyes widened in shock. How the hell did that happen?

The balls were all placed in a circle on the floor. No one voiced their shock at the broken table, and only continued to think of solutions to their problem.

"Sir!" one of the guards called up suddenly. All eyes landed on her as her body shook, barely able to contain her excitement.

"What?" Reko and Ziloh both questioned.

"What if we call for the dragon in the Earth language? The balls were made on that planet, so the creator must've spoken that language!

"That's actually a good idea!" Reko said as he ran excitedly to the balls, mentally kicking himself for not thinking of something so obvious. Ziloh made it there first, and all but shouted the foreign words to the balls.

"Dragon, I summon you! Come and grant my wishes!"

The entire room prayed as the balls gleamed even more rapidly, the tempo getting faster as each second passed. Suddenly they shined out a blinding light, an invisible force throwing the warden and his guards back.

"What the hell!?" Ziloh shouted, before the ball's light exploded.

XXX

The trio on the cliffside had only been chatting, or rather arguing on the siblings' part. Chill's asthma attack had passed, and the old man stayed with the children with lack of anything better to do. They had been surprised when a loud 'boom' sounded throughout their world, knocking them to the stone floor, crumbling the rock beneath their feet. They barely had a chance to scream, before the rock completely gave away, and they were plummeting into darkness.

TBC

Woah I totally rushed this! Sorry about that but I felt bad about not updating. I'm sorry about that by the way, but I was so busy writing other fanfics (which I will be posting soon) that I hadn't even noticed four weeks passed since I last updated! Well I hope I made up for it by writing a long one for you guys which I hope you enjoyed! Review!