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Monday 7:09 PM

 Three weeks and two days…

The mud coated concrete crunched under everyone's feet as they all walked somberly to their next destination. Everyone walked on with his or her head hung and their eyes staring at the ground beneath them. The soldiers dressed in their camouflaged uniforms split up into teams of 4 and walked on every side of the Saiya-jins boxing them inside.

 Son Goku was towards the middle of the group beside Toma and Arumiku. His hands trembled from the cold, his toes, cheeks, ears, and nose started to feel numb as they continued to march on. His eyes drifted up when a snowflake landed on his nose then dropped back down to his shoes again.

 "Halt!" One of the head soldiers barked and everyone stopped.

Goku looked up from his muddy shoes to the large building in front of them, one of the soldiers had opened the door and the group started to move forward again. Once everyone was inside the soldiers all exited and closed the door shut locking it from the outside. Goku peeled his eyes away from the door to study his surroundings. It was a little warmer than it was outside; five bunk beds were lined up against the wall, meaning everyone would have to pair up with someone else, since there were twenty of them. The floor was made of wood this time and not dirt like the other place and there were two windows. In the corner away from the beds was something that appeared to be a closet, but on further inspection was a bathroom.

 "I wanna go home…" Toma whispered quietly to herself as she looked around the room.

Arumiku nodded in agreement startling Toma who had thought that no one had heard her. Goku sighed and sat down on the edge of one of the beds and stared aimlessly out the window. Something caught his eye from the corner of the window, a piece of white fabric fluttered by then was gone.

9:23 PM The Lookout

 "You saw him? He's okay?!" Piccolo nodded and Dende sighed with relief, "You're going to help him, right? Piccolo?"

 "I'm going to try Dende, that's all I can do."

Dende nodded averting his eyes to the sky, "What are you going to do?"

 "Come up with some sort of a plan, they have that place guarded well. I managed to find where they were keeping him for the most part, but it's getting him out that's going to be hard."

 "And everyone else?"

Piccolo closed his eyes briefly and nodded, "It's going to be tough."

Friday 11:20 PM Saiya-jin Barracks

 The steady even breathing of one sleeping echoed through the small room and into Son Goku's ears keeping him awake and alert. He was mentally tired and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up again, but he couldn't do that and he knew it. He had made a promise to someone and he was going to keep it.  He blinked and looked around the room for the twentieth time that night. He knew there were at least three cameras alone in the room, all concentrated on different areas probably with several soldiers on guard watching their monitors drinking hot coffee black with no sugar or cream.

  "This sucks." He hissed under his breath rolling over onto his side so that he could see out the window at the snow aimlessly drifting from the sky.

Something in the darkness shifted and began to move forward through the snow. Goku's eyes widened slightly as he watched the snow begin to collect into one, forming into what appeared to be a white cape. He was tempted to sit up at first but laid still knowing that a camera was probably still focused on him from the earlier movement.

 "Piccolo?" He mouthed as a smile slowly made its way onto his lips.

 Suddenly the darkness shifted once again and the snow continued to fall like it had before; drifting aimlessly to the solid cold ground.

Saturday 6:32 AM

 "I guess, I'm just glad that my brats didn't have to live through this."

Son Goku tilted his head to the side to get a better look at the man beside him. He had short dark brown hair with black tips that stuck out in every direction; he wore faded blue jeans with a black T-shirt and army style boots.

 "Did they escape then, Kujo?" Goku whispered raising an eyebrow.

Kujo sighed shaking his head, "No. They killed them before we were taken here." He said hanging his head.

Goku frowned and looked away from Kujo to where Toma and Arumiku were talking.

 "You have any kids?"

Goku nodded warily turning back to Kujo, "Two boys, Gohan and Goten."

Kujo tilted his head to the side in curiosity, "What happened to them? They still alive?"
 Goku shook his head and sighed, "Goten, my youngest, had run away before all of this happened, but when we found him he was dead. Him and his friend had been murdered."

Kujo frowned turning his eyes to the ground, "What about your oldest, uh, Gohan?"

 "He uh…" Goku cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling, "He killed himself a few years ago."

Kujo shook his head and sighed, "Life's never easy, is it?" He whispered.

 Goku shook his head.

7:03 AM

His stomach growled again, he was starving he had to get something to eat or he would die! Goku pressed his forehead and hands to the glass window it immediately fogged up from the warmth of his breathe. His stomach rumbled again and he pressed his head harder against the glass. He could smell the food cooking outside, the soldiers had all gathered around a large wooden table and began to eat their breakfasts. Goku squinted trying to make out what they were all eating; scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. He licked his lips and frowned; by the time they were able to get something to eat it would be cold and almost gone. Slowly he pulled his head away from the window and turned around to the others. Several of them were still asleep, or maybe not… Some were talking on the other side of the room while others stared at him or whatever was in front of them.  Toma wandered over to him and frowned glancing out the window.

 "You know it will be another 30 minutes before we get our turn, so why don't you go and do something instead of torture yourself?"

 Goku looked back out the window then back to Toma and nodded, "30 more minutes… right." He mumbled as he walked past her.

Toma swallowed and began to fiddle with her Ki restraint bands on her wrists. Her eyes followed the sad site of Son Goku walking over to one of the bunk beds; he looked tired both mentally and physically, his clothes hung off of him from the rapid weight loss one tends to get when not eating. She looked around the room grimacing inwardly at what she saw; everyone seemed to look tired and thin like Goku.  Slowly she leaned her head onto the cold glass window and sighed. Were they all going to die before they were set free? Would they ever be set free?

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