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Vegeta placed his glass back on the table. "We only have a month, remember. If we want to get anywhere we have to hurry it up."

"But… Shouldn't we be turning back?" Gohan placed his lower arms on the table so he could lean on them. "Or at least slow down or turn so that we'll be travelling back in a circle. Now we're just flying away from planet earth."

"Why don't you leave the flying to the ones who can actually steer the ship?" Vegeta suggested, raising an eyebrow at the young warrior. "Or do you not trust me?"

"I'd put my life in your hands any day." Gohan responded, tilting his head sideways as he met Vegeta's gaze steadily. "However, after all this time I learned to catch the signals when you're trying to keep something from me. I've had a lot of practice."

"I hope this won't go into the you're-an-experienced-adult-now thing again." Vegeta leaned back on his seat. "I think we covered that enough lately, haven't we?"

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"We know what's best, half-breed!" Nappa clapped him on the back cheerfully.

Gohan made a face. "Could you stop calling me that?"

"Oh come on, you've never had any problems with the nickname."

"Yes I did." Gohan complained. "I hate it. Why can't you call me by my real name?"

"If it really bothers you that much then why don't you fight for it?" Nappa suggested.

"Fight for it?" Gohan grabbed the cloth again and squeezed the water out of it. He figured he might as well continue his work while they conversed.

"Yeah. Challenge one of us. If you win, they have to call you by your real name. If they win, you have to do something for them. It's common for young saiyans to challenge their elders for something they want."

Gohan raised both his eyebrows. "I didn't know I could do that."

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The full-blooded warrior studied the half-saiyan for a moment before turning to the young warrior fully. The man's tail lashed behind him and followed a similar pattern to Gohan's tail.

Gohan's tail gave a brief push upwards. Turles laughed in response, shaking his head afterwards. "Get lost, kid." He said, waving the young warrior away.

Gohan repeated the movement, the tip of his tail pointing upwards to the ceiling. Turles's smile disappeared from his face. "Maybe I should call Vegeta and let him help me show you what happens to children who make too dominant tail gestures for their own good."

"Can't handle me on your own?" Gohan responded, smirking at the man.

Turles eyed Gohan's tail. "Half-breed…"

"I want you to stop calling me that." Gohan interrupted. "I challenge you for my name. If I win, you will call me by my real name."

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The young warrior crossed his arms over each other to stop his hands from shaking. "You can fly the ship, right?" He asked, looking to Turles. His uncle nodded slowly. "Can you teach me?"

Turles did not return his glance. "Later. We have to go." He stated. "We have a planet to rob." The man smacked on Gohan's shoulder before walked over to the others.

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"You know how to fly a ship, right?" Gohan asked, smiling innocently.

"I have some basic knowledge." Raditz looked rather uncomfortable, which made Gohan wonder why.

"Can you teach me?"

"Maybe when we get back to the ship." Raditz responded vaguely. "We should focus on the mission for now."

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"Stop harassing the others with stupid questions." Vegeta ordered.

"Stupid questions? I need to learn how to fly a ship. Everyone else here knows how to and I don't." Gohan complained.

"Exactly. Everyone else knows how to fly a ship so you don't have to know." Vegeta responded. The man eyed their surroundings. "It's a waste of your time."

Chapter 3. Spider Web of Secrets

After yet another long training session, Gohan crawled on his bed. He leaned against his pillow and reached in the bedside cabinet. The young warrior grabbed his notebook and opened it. He made himself comfortable and stared at the blank page for a second before writing down the date. He continued to write down his thoughts at that particular moment. He was not entirely sure if his comrades knew he still kept a diary. It wasn't necessarily a diary in which he told what happened every day. He tended to write down his opinion and thoughts about certain events, like how he failed to kill that girl when they visited a planet several days ago. It was therapeutic. His diary always listened to him and never mocked him or called his opinion unimportant.

Several days ago… Gohan frowned and looked at the date in his notebook. He flipped the pages to the day that they visited the planet. Wait a second. Gohan continued to flip back the days. Days and days of him talking about traveling space, sparring with his comrades, wondering how things were on planet earth until… The day that they left. Sixty days ago…

Gohan leaned back against the wall and frowned thoughtfully. Sixty days? They'd been travelling for sixty days already? They were supposed to be gone for one month. And they were still going high speed forwards, away from planet earth. Gohan closed his diary and placed it back on the bedside table. He pushed off from the bed and sensed around the ship. Who was where?

Raditz. That would be an easy target. He headed for the training room. There Raditz was doing push-ups. He just started, it was easy to see. Gohan stepped closer to his uncle.

"Good morning, nephew." Raditz greeted between push-ups.

"Morning." Not for the first time Gohan realized that he never really called Raditz 'Uncle'. The man made it clear that he wouldn't mind if Gohan addressed him with the more familiar pronoun but Gohan never felt like it. They seemed more like friends than uncle and nephew.

"Something the matter?"

Gohan could feel anger rise up in his stomach. It all made sense now. His comrades avoided the conversation concerning the length of their trip. Their refusal to teach him how to steer the ship. Vegeta's tendency to taunt the half-saiyan into a fight whenever Gohan started to ask questions.

"Yes." Gohan's tail lashed out angrily behind him. He noticed that Raditz became aware of the half-saiyan's hostility. "Something is very much the matter. When were you planning on telling me that our trip is going to take a lot longer than one month?"

Raditz slowly sat down. "What are you talking about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've been writing down something about every single day since we left and I've written a total of sixty daily entries since we left."

"You still keep your diary?" Raditz asked as a frown appeared on his face.

Gohan put up his hand. "Don't change the subject." He said, shaking his head. "What is going on, Raditz?"

"Nothing." Raditz got up from the ground. "You're being paranoid. We're already on our way home. We might have gotten off course a bit. We visited that one planet. There's just not much time in one month."

"You're going to stick with that story?" Gohan asked, raising an eyebrow. Raditz did not respond so Gohan turned around and walked to the doorway. "I'll just go straight to the source." He muttered.

"Half-breed, stop." Raditz followed him and tried to place a hand on the boy's shoulder to stop him but Gohan shrugged him off. "Wait. Let me explain."

Gohan clenched his fists as he stalked to the control room of the ship. "Vegeta!" He called once he was inside. The older warrior turned away from the control panel and to the half-saiyan. "Tell me. How long have we been on this trip?"

Vegeta thought about this for a moment. "A little more than a month." He said, shrugging. "We're running behind schedule a bit. No problem."

"No problem." Gohan scoffed, shaking his head. "I write daily entries to keep track of my training progress and according to my notebook we have been travelling for sixty days!"

Vegeta's expression softened somewhat. "You still keep your diary?" He asked, tilting his head sideways.

Gohan growled in annoyance. "Not the point right now."

"What do you want, half-breed?" Vegeta crossed his arms over each other. "What do you expect from me?"

"How long is this trip going to be? The truth." Gohan responded as he stepped closer. Raditz seemed uncomfortable as he looked at Vegeta.

Vegeta held Gohan's gaze for a moment. "Six months." He answered.

"Six months?" Gohan snarled. "What? How could you? Why? Did you…" The half-saiyan was at a loss for words.

"We sent your mate a note. Your family knows the real duration of our trip." Vegeta added.

Gohan clenched his fists and his powerlevel rose slowly. "Did you think I wasn't going to find out that we are travelling for six months? How stupid do you think I am?"

"We knew you would find out at some point." Vegeta responded calmly.

"You lied to me!" Gohan yelled at him. "You looked me in the eye and lied to me!"

"We did what we had to do." Vegeta stated, raising his voice. "One month of training is not enough. We needed more time."

"Why didn't you tell me that then?" Gohan snarled at him. He realized that the rest of their comrades were in the room as well, possibly drawn by Gohan's rising powerlevel.

"As if you would travel with us for six months? Leave planet earth for six months?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow. "You would have just been jumping up and down to join your dearest comrades and not see your mate for six months, right?"

Gohan did not respond and Vegeta nodded once. "Exactly. We did what we had to do." The Saiyan prince stated.

The half-saiyan looked at his comrades. "So you lied to me." He stated. "All of you. For weeks." He slowly shook his head and turned to the doorway. He needed to get out of here. The young warrior headed for the doorway.

"Half-breed…" Turles tried to stop the young warrior but Gohan whirled around and punched Turles square across the face. The man stumbled back, placing a hand on his burning cheek.

"It's Gohan to you!" The half-saiyan snarled before turning away from them and leaving the room.

"Well…" Turles opened and closed his mouth to make sure his jaw was still working properly. "That went well."

That evening it was Gohan's turn to prepare supper. They all expected the young warrior to skip dinner entirely so they were all equally surprised when delicious wafts of a supper that was being prepared made their presence known in the ship.

Following his nose, Raditz smiled when he noticed the half-saiyan was preparing supper in the kitchen. The young warrior ignored his presence until his uncle was standing right next to him, staying away far enough not to get in the way but close enough to make it impossible for the half-saiyan to ignore him any further.

"Hey there, kiddo." Raditz greeted carefully.

"Hi."

"Can I help you with something?" Raditz offered, his eyes glancing over everything that was going on in front of them.

"Nope. I can handle everything just fine on my own." Gohan responded calmly. "Thank you for offering." His response sounded normal but Raditz noticed the cold edge to the boy's voice.

"Half-breed, if you want to talk…"

"Raditz." Gohan looked up at his uncle. The boy may have grown to his full potential but Raditz was still somewhat taller, although not much anymore. "I'm trying to get something done here and I can't finish it in time if you keep disturbing me."

Raditz nodded and stepped away from the counter. "Okay." He walked over to the table and sat down there. The man placed a hand on his forehead, closing his eyes. The rest of the squad arrived over time while Gohan prepared their food. The half-saiyan was silent as he served their dinner. Sitting down, the young warrior waited for everyone to grab their own serving before loading his own first plate.

Usually, they did not talk during dinner but instead chose to fill their stomachs at first. Priorities. It was pretty much around their eighth plate that one of them started a conversation since it was near the end of their dinner.

For the first time since he started eating, Vegeta looked up to the others and he noticed while everyone else was still eating Gohan was playing with his food more than actually eating it. Vegeta watched while Gohan pushed a bit of stew around for a bit before taking it on his fork and putting it in his mouth. While chewing, the half-saiyan started a similar ritual with another bit of stew.

"Half-breed," Vegeta pricked his own stew with his fork, "you didn't overcook the meat this time. Congrats to you."

"Thanks."

Vegeta was not thrown aside that easily. "Did you do something different this time?"

"Nope."

"Not hungry?" Vegeta asked as he watched Gohan push the food around again.

The half-saiyan now finally glanced at him and demonstratively took a huge amount of stew on his fork and pushed it all in his own mouth. Vegeta shrugged, turning to his own food and getting up to fill up his plate again. Gohan placed his fork down while he chewed the mouthful of food.

Raditz and Nappa started a conversation about their most recent training session. Vegeta and Turles mingled in here and there, throwing in their opinion about Raditz's and Nappa's fighting style. The only person who did not actively participate was Gohan, who silently continued eating his dinner.

"What do you think kiddo?" Nappa suddenly turned to the half-saiyan. "The manoeuvre. Is it a yes or a no?"

The half-saiyan shrugged. "I haven't seen it."

"Right. I'll show it to you tonight." Nappa suggested.

"Okay."

Nappa looked at his comrades and they all shrugged helplessly. Their conversation continued for a while until it died and a silence fell. Turles decided to try to get the half-saiyan to talk and he turned to the young warrior.

"Whelp, three days of chores for your thoughts." Turles offered.

Gohan had already given up on eating and had been staring at his plate. He did not really want to be here but he had nowhere else to go so he just sat there. The half-saiyan now looked up to his uncle. "I should have included all the annoying nicknames you guys created for me in our bet and not just the one that you use to denigrate me."

Turles made a face. "Well, at least you're honest." He muttered.

Vegeta growled. "Half-breed, sulking is not going to work on us. Stop being such a woman about this."

Gohan pushed back his chair and got up, grabbing his plate and turning to the open kitchen. Vegeta frowned. "Where are you going?" He snarled. "You haven't finished your food."

"I lost my appetite." Gohan placed his plate on the counter.

"Half-breed. Stay." Vegeta ordered. Gohan turned to the man and sent him a defying glance. "Stay or deal with the consequences."

"Oh really? You know what, Vegeta? Screw you." Gohan snarled as he stepped closer. "Do whatever you want to punish me. Better yet; Surprise me. You never failed to do that." The young warrior turned away from them and headed for the doorway.

"Half-breed! Why I ought to…" Vegeta blew out a sigh when he realized that Gohan was not going to listen to him. The man angrily grabbed his own plates and dumped them in the sink. The others watched as the smaller warrior walked out the room as well before they gave each other somewhat hopeless looks.

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A few hours later, Gohan was stretched out on his bed. He wondered why he felt betrayed. His comrades lied to him more often. They forced him into things he did not want to do all the time. And it was not the first time that they disappointed him.

Gohan stared up at the ceiling. He hated emotions. Honestly, he would love to be more like his comrades. They seemed not to be affected by emotions like feelings of betrayal or disappointment at all.

"Knock knock."

Gohan glanced at the doorway before looking up at the ceiling again. He was not in the mood for company right now. The half-saiyan hoped Raditz would leave instead of trying to force the door open.

"Open up, kiddo."

"Go away."

"Open the door or I'll kick in the door. Good luck trying to put it back again."

Gohan let out a sigh before he got up from the bed. After opening the door Gohan moved back to his bed and fell down on it. He briefly considered trying to keep Raditz out the room but he knew that wouldn't work anyway.

Raditz could not help but smile at Gohan's childish behaviour. The half-saiyan might be an experienced warrior who had seen more horrors than the average grown human but he was still young and sometimes his age showed.

The man sat down on the bed near the foot end. Gohan shifted his legs to give his uncle more room but did not say anything or even look in the man's direction. "We wouldn't have done what we did if we thought you would come with us willingly."

"I came with you willingly thinking that I would only be gone for a month." Gohan responded as he stared up at the ceiling.

"And did we really make drastic improvements?" Raditz asked, frowning. Gohan glanced at him now. "No, we didn't. Nobody here has ascended aside from you. We're not getting anywhere. We need more time."

Gohan looked up at the ceiling again. "You didn't have to lie to me."

"I'm sorry." Raditz stated, catching Gohan off guard. The half-saiyan frowned as he looked at his uncle again. "I am. Really we didn't want to lie to you. We hated coming to the conclusion that we had to tell you lies about the trip."

"But you did."

"Yes. We did."

"That's all I need to know for now." Gohan stated as he looked up at the ceiling again. "Please leave me alone."

Raditz opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and got up from the bed. Gohan was silent while he waited for Raditz to leave the room. Once his uncle was gone, the half-saiyan got up from the bed and walked over to the circular window. The young warrior leaned on the windowsill and let out a sigh. If his comrades continued to do things like this, how was he supposed to trust them?

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"Alright." Vegeta looked at his comrades. Raditz, Nappa, Gohan and Turles all looked eager to leave the ship. They were going to sell their booty and buy food and other resources so they could get through the upcoming few months. "Half-breed, did you do what I say?"

"Yup." Gohan stepped closer and looked down at his own appearance. He wore only spandex shorts that almost reached his knees and he put an armour over his naked chest. "I dressed… light?"

A smirk appeared on Vegeta's face as he studied the half-saiyan. "This will do just fine." He stated before turning to the doorway.

"So, you're not going to explain why I'm dressed like a male prostitute?" Gohan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or will you just say nothing and let me find out everything on my own like you usually do?"

"Keeps you on your toes!" Turles clapped the half-saiyan on his shoulder.

"Awesome." Gohan muttered sarcastically.

Vegeta decided to steer the conversation back to their upcoming operation. "Let's stay together for now. We'll go to the largest city and make the rest of the journey by foot. That way we won't stand out too much. My acquaintance is expecting us."

The others nodded. Vegeta led them out the ship and, after locking the ship properly, they flew up and to the city. Vegeta glanced over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on the half-saiyan for a moment. It had been several days since Gohan found out that they deceived him. The half-saiyan behaved normal most of the time but they all knew he was only putting up an act. His smiles didn't always reach his eyes and there was a cold edge to his tone of voice.

The others were worried but Vegeta knew Gohan just needed some time to settle down and get over it. The half-saiyan always found it difficult to get over things but he did eventually. It would just take him a while.

The group found themselves standing in front of a tall building. Gohan put his hand above his eyes to shield them from this galaxy's sun as he looked up. Vegeta turned to his comrades. "It will just be me and half-breed." He extended his hands to Nappa and Raditz, who were holding the bags filled with booty. "Less intimidating that way. Besides, you can keep an eye out here."

Once Vegeta was inside, Raditz turned to his comrades. "Wanna take a walk?" He suggested. "Vegeta can find us by our powerlevels."

"I'm going to stay here and wait for Vegeta." Nappa said loyally. "Besides, I could use a little sunbathing." The man went for a conveniently placed bench and sat down, leaning back and closing his eyes to protect them from the sun.

"I'll go with you." Turles offered. Raditz nodded in response and the two brothers turned to the nearest busy street. There aliens of all different kinds were walking around.

This planet was a free planet. It was not part of any planet trade organization but they did have ties with several organizations. Raditz remembered reading that this planet reached out to the planet trade organizations and bargained with them. The large organizations would not purge this planet and in exchange the planet was open for any alien who wanted to visit. It became a perfect place for intergalactic tourism.

Raditz and Turles gave curious glances to the different stalls. They were drawn to the food stalls but Raditz also gave a curious glance to the many stalls that sold jewels from many different planets. Turles directed his older brother to a stall that sold food they both loved to eat when they were still in the army. The meat sizzled on the hot plates and the two saiyans found their mouths watering as they studied the food.

"We'll go by here once we have money." Turles stated. Raditz nodded in response.

They lingered near a group of children who were performing a dance to entertain the crowd. Raditz leaned sideways so he could talk to Turles without having to shout. "They're good." He stated. The music was so loud that it was difficult to hear each other.

"Very." Turles was already bored and headed for another food stall. Raditz followed him, giving a brief glance at a large screen that was projecting pictures. The saiyan froze and turned to the screen fully.

He found himself staring right at his own face. Raditz's mouth fell open as he looked at the rest of the screen. There were the rest of his comrades. Vegeta, Gohan, Turles and Nappa all gave solemn stares at the audience. Raditz's eyes fell on the large amount of credits that accompanied every picture. They were on wanted posters.

"Turles." Raditz called while keeping his eyes on the screen. "You're going to want to see this."

"What?" Turles stepped closer and looked up at the screen. The man's mouth fell open as well. "Oh…"

"We're screwed." Raditz stated as he looked up at the screen.

The two saiyans were fixated on the screen and therefore did not notice the person next to them. The bulky man looked from the screen to the two saiyans and a smirk appeared on his face.

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Vegeta glanced around the room as a slave boy led them inside. The man chuckled to himself. He expected his friend to make sure to live in luxury but he did not expect him to take it this far. The man's office was bigger than their entire training room and this was only his office. Vegeta didn't even want to see the man's real house.

"Vegeta, my dearest friend." A tall man in a dark suit walked over to the saiyan prince. "You soldiers always look like you spend all your time in the training room." The man openly hated any sort of exercising but he also openly appreciated everyone who actually did exercises, especially men.

"Geldirus, it's been a long time." Vegeta stated as he shook hands with the man. "Have you met my youngest comrade?" He motioned to Gohan.

"Oh…" Geldirus widened his eyes when he caught sight of the half-saiyan. "Yes, I have heard stories about the little hybrid saiyan but I've never seen you in reality before. My my." The man's eyes ran over the young warrior's appearance and suddenly Gohan realized why Vegeta wanted the young warrior to dress to impress. Geldirus loved seeing a man's body trained body. "Youth." Geldirus drawled as he circled the half-saiyan. "Such a short-lived present."

"It's nice to meet you." Gohan said, nodding to the man.

"Very nice to meet you too…?" The man stopped and gave Gohan a questioning glance and Gohan realized the man was trying to figure out Gohan's name.

"Gohan." The half-saiyan stated, smiling.

"Gohan." The man repeated as he held Gohan's gaze. "I'll remember you." Geldirus turned away from the half-saiyan and headed for his shiny golden desk. The instant Geldirus wasn't looking Gohan sent Vegeta an annoyed glance. It wasn't the first time Vegeta used Gohan's youthful appearance to cosy up to a powerful person.

The young warrior opened his mental communication bond with Vegeta and mentally snarled something at his comrade. "This is the last time you're taking advantage of me like that." They originally created the mental bond as a mind exercise and afterwards they trained themselves to be able to close and open the mental bonds between their minds at will.

Vegeta caught Gohan's eye. "Hey, this advantage will be gone once you hit the thirty. Better use it while you still can."

Gohan rolled his eyes but he did not respond and instead chose to focus on what Geldirus was saying. The man was sitting behind his desk by now and was typing away on his computer. "I assume you want to trade some valuables?"

Vegeta nodded as Gohan and he carried the two bags with booty closer to the desk. "We want to sell these goods for a proper amount of credits. Whatever you think is fair." The man sent Geldirus a disarming smile. Geldirus was a typical tradesman and he would always try to make a profitable deal. Vegeta was not interested in making a good deal. He just wanted enough credits to buy enough rations for them to live on for the next couple of months.

Geldirus raised a dark-skinned hand and snapped his fingers and almost immediately five skinny looking slaves walked in to take the bags from Gohan and Vegeta. The slaves dressed in brown rags were from all different kinds of races. Their appearances were different but every person looked absolutely exhausted and starved. It was such a contrast when compared to their chubby master. Geldirus hated exercise and it was easy to see by his double chin and bulging stomach. The man's white hair was a sharp contrast against his raven skin.

The slaves started to empty the bags and arrange the goods according to value. Geldirus pressed on a silver button on his desk and the door to the right opened revealing two beautiful female slaves. "Do you appreciate wine or a beer?" Geldirus asked, looking up at the two warriors.

"Wine." Vegeta said, nodding.

"Wine would be fine." Gohan agreed. Their comrades tended to choose for beer while Vegeta would always stick to wine. Gohan did not have a preference. He would drink both just fine. Gohan did not pay any attention to the female slaves at first but once they came back with the drinks, Gohan's eyes fell on the younger of the two. She kept her pink eyes lowered to the ground as she offered the serving plate. Gohan grabbed the glass of wine but he nearly dropped it when he realized who she looked like. Her short pink hair bobbed cheerfully when she bowed to him and joined the other slaves in the corner of the room where they waited for any new orders.

Vegeta gave Gohan a warning glance. "Don't even think about it." He snarled through their mental bond when he caught Gohan's expression.

"But she's from Katy's planet."

"She's not your girlfriend so she's not yours to save." Vegeta sounded stern and he held Gohan's gaze until the half-saiyan nodded slowly.

Gohan silently studied the two female slaves. Why was a girl from Katy's planet here? Last time they visited her planet, it was still free from the Planet Trade Organization so why were there slaves from planet Biona here? It would mean that the planet was purged or at least added to the company.

One of the slaves walked over to Geldirus and handed him a piece of paper. Geldirus nodded before looking up at Vegeta. "20 000." He offered.

"For one bag?" Vegeta responded, slowly rotating his whine glass so that the red liquid gently swirled in the glass.

"Vegeta, honestly, do you want me to go bankrupt?" Geldirus exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "I don't even know if I can sell this stuff."

"You've been keeping your company afloat for many years, Gel, I'm sure you'll figure something out." Vegeta said sweetly. Gohan silently sipped from his drink. He always stayed out of these conversations. There was nothing he could add anyway. "20 000 for one, 30 for both."

"25 000 for the two bags." Geldirus suggested as he leaned forwards.

"30 000 for two bags." Vegeta stated, shaking his head. "I'm not going any lower."

Gohan's gaze wandered off to the two female slaves. The young warrior was somewhat surprised when they met his gaze. The slave from planet Biona sent him a sweet glance and winked at him. The other one giggled when the Bional female whispered something in her ear.

"I'll give you 100 000 for the kid." Geldirus's voice made Gohan look back to what was happening in front of him.

Vegeta seemed surprised by this offer as well. The full-blooded saiyan was silent for a moment and Gohan angrily turned towards him. "You're taking way too long to respond!" He exclaimed.

The saiyan prince showed an amused expression as he glanced in Gohan's direction. "That's a lot of credits." He said innocently. Ignoring the heavy glare he was receiving from the half-saiyan, Vegeta turned to Geldirus again. "I'm here to sell the bags only."

"500 000." Geldirus tried again. Gohan raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was really worth all that cash. Then again, he was a very strong warrior and would probably make an excellent bodyguard. Nobody would be able to hurt Geldirus if Gohan was protecting him. However, looking at the gazes Geldirus was sending in his direction Gohan realized that the man would not necessarily hire him for bodyguard duty.

"The bags, Gel." Vegeta responded, tilting his head sideways. "I'm here for the bags."

"Pity." Geldirus muttered before getting up from his chair. "30 000 for the two bags, because I like your comrade so much." He mentioned to Vegeta. The saiyan prince stepped forwards and held out his hand.

"Deal."

The two shook hands before breaking apart and Vegeta sent the half-saiyan a smug glance. Gohan's presence seemed to have worked exactly how Vegeta wanted it to. Gohan managed not to shake his head in disapproval and assumed a solemn expression. No reason to show Geldirus what he really thought.

A few minutes later the two saiyans left the building with a small palm-sized computer that contained all their money. Apparently, the computers were the new way of paying. Gohan studied the small contraption. "So, this machine knows exactly how much money we have…" He said slowly. "And when we want to pay for something we type in the number and the seller types in the same number and we press the pay thingies together so these red areas on the top of the machines touch each other," Gohan ran his finger along the shiny red surface, "and the payment will be finalized."

"The company moved on without us." Vegeta muttered as he held out his hand. Gohan gave him the machine and Vegeta put it away in his armour. "Modern payment. I bet I won't be able to access my old credits accounts…"

Gohan shrugged. "We didn't have much anyway."

"It would have been something." Vegeta grumbled. The two warriors had to narrow their eyes when they stepped into the sunlight.

"Vegeta." Turles, Raditz and Nappa were waiting for the two warriors and they looked anxious. Turles stepped closer. "We have to leave. Now."

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The air in café Tiokido was heavy with a thick sent of alcohol. Many warriors of different ages and sizes were talking, screaming and laughing as they downed numerous gallons of alcohol. A tall man with a long black beard was proclaiming his superiority over his comrades, who all ignored him like they were used to it. A young waiter placed a serving plate with a dozen of cups of alcohol on a table and the warriors at the table hastened to get their drink before the cups were gone.

Two men walked slowly from the entrance to one of the tables. The warriors there were the only people who did not appear to be drunk or even tipsy. They were discussing something in hushed voices, as if they were afraid someone would hear them in this crowded place.

The two sat down at the table and one of them moved up his hand to show that he wanted the others to listen to him. They all fell silent and gave him curious glances. The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a small white machine. He pressed on one of the many black buttons and a small projection appeared above the machine. The man placed the machine on the table so the others could see the picture of the four saiyans and the numbers above their pictures.

One of the men looked up at the newcomers, his blue eyes were somewhat hesitant. "These men are supposed to be very strong. Do you want to catch them?"

The man nodded as a smirk appeared on his face. "We'll take the entire group. Twenty against four. They won't stand a chance." The man's brown eyes studied his comrades while his reached out with his beige hand and turned off the projection.

"Twenty? That won't leave much of the reward." Another man stated, frowning. This man was definitely the youngest of the group since he had no scars or even fine lines on his beige face like the others.

"The reward is massive. Besides, those saiyans are arrogant. I've encountered that annoying Turles while I was still serving at war. Fucking show-off. We need to teach them a lesson and we might as well get a reward in the process." The man stated, nodding. "Are you guys in?"

The warriors all seemed eager to go on a bounty hunt so the leader showed a smirk. "Good. Those saiyans won't know what hit them."

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