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Saturday 12:39 PM

"Arumiku…" Goku said softly resting a hand onto the girl's trembling shoulder, "Don't cry…" He sat down next to her on the floor beside the bunk bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Toma sat on the other side of Arumiku with pity and worry in her eyes.

 "I saw them…" Arumiku sobbed trembling violently, "They k-killed my f-family…"

 "The nightmares will stop, I promise." Goku said trying to sooth the shaking girl.

Arumiku shook her head, "Th-they're going to kill us t-too! I just w-want to go home!"

 Goku averted his eyes away from Arumiku to the bed in front of them, "We'll be free soon enough." He whispered silently so that only Toma and Arumiku could hear him.

 Arumiku lifted her head from her arms; her eyes were red and swollen from crying, "How?"

Toma looked over at Goku with interest. Goku turned back to them a small smile pulling at his lips.

 "I think my friend is planning something… no I know he's planning something."

 "You think his plan will work?" Toma whispered.

Goku nodded, "I know it will."

Sunday 1:30 PM The Lookout

Three figures stood at the edge of the white tiled floor staring down at the ground below. The shortest of the three backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the palace behind them.

 "Coffee?" Piccolo grunted turning to the younger Namek by his side, "Since when have you started to drink coffee?" 

Dende sighed shaking his head, "Since all of this started to happen, you should try some it's pretty good."

 "I think I'll pass." Piccolo said watching the earth, "I have a plan."

Dende raised an eye-ridge, "You have a plan?" He said slowly.

 Piccolo nodded.

 "Well, What is it?!" Dende shouted tossing his hands up into the air nearly knocking over Mr. Popo who had returned with a tray of coffee.

 Some coffee spilled onto the white tile and as Mr. Popo stepped backwards trying to steady himself he slipped on the coffee and fell.

 "Oh! Mr. Popo are you alright!" Dende exclaimed rushing to the genie's side.

Piccolo sweat dropped as he watched the scene displayed before him then turned away.

 "I'm so sorry!" Dende said helping the black genie man to his feet.

 "It's okay, Dende-sama! I go and get cleaned up now." Mr. Popo said as he waddled off into the palace.

Dende sighed turning back to Piccolo and blushed in embarrassment.

 "Um," He said clearing his throat, "You were saying?"

Piccolo shook his head, "I have a plan to get Son out of that prison they have him locked up in."

 "What are you going to do?" Dende said walking up beside the taller Namek.

 "They have guards and cameras everywhere, I just have to find away around them."

  "Why can't you just blow them up?" Dende cut in with a half lidded expression.

 "That would only make things worse. And I don't want to be put in there either! How do you think they captured over 1000 Saiya-jins without being killed?"

 Dende shrugged.

 "I've already figured a way in, all I have to do is wait for nightfall."

2:00 PM Saiya-jin Barracks

His hand bled profusely, gushing the crimson liquid down his arms and in between his fingers like water. They burned like fire, and what he wouldn't give to just scream emptying his lungs of precious air. But he held his breath and squeezed his hands into tight fists out in front of himself. Causing more blood to drip and run down his arms to the dirt covered ground below him. And he held his breath for as long as he could, until the little black dots at the sides of his vision danced like little gnats on a hot summer day. Only was it then that he allowed himself to exhale and breath in the fresh air. It was then that someone screamed behind him and he felt the hands of another on his shoulder then on his hands, pulling him away from the barbed wire fence and into the small room again. His hands were then forced open exposing the fresh wounds he had created himself on the fence. He hissed in pain as fresh water was poured onto them and pieces of cloth were then used to wrap them up. He could hear someone talking to him, whispering something that his ears refused to hear. Someone was sitting next to him on the floor by a bunk bed, they were crying, but it didn't matter because to him he was sitting in a dark room alone in pain. And it hurt far worse than he could ever imagine.

8:12 PM

Son Goku was asleep on the floor next to the foot of the third bunk bed. His hands were wrapped in pieces of red cloth that had been white; his head was sweaty with fever with a wet cloth pressed to it. Toma sat by his side occasionally taking the cloth and dipping it into a bowl of melting snow before placing it back onto his forehead again. Arumiku sat by the wall watching them, her arms rested on her knees and her chin rested on her arms. A soldier sauntered into the room; he wandered by Arumiku stopped, shook his head, and then continued on his way to the back of the room where one of the male Saiya-jin had died earlier. Another soldier walked in and did the same as the first. Arumiku listened to their whispers with a frown.

 "Looks like there'll be another one gone soon."

 "Yea. I don't understand why Mr. Satan wont just put them out of their misery."

They then each took a hold of the diseased and left.

 Arumiku focused her attention back onto Goku who had begun to talk in his sleep. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she hid her face into her arms. She began to listen to the room with vague interest; coughing, heavy wheezing, and the even breathing of someone sleeping fell into place with Toma's soft hush's as she tried to sooth Goku from his nightmares.

 There were only ten left in the room now and Arumiku feared that it would be less by the end of the night.

11:36 PM

The door opened letting in the winter air before it was quickly shut again. The cameras were off for the night pointing uselessly at the walls, the soldiers on guard behind them were asleep in their warm comfortable beds.

 Arumiku lifted her head, a dull ache raced down her neck from falling asleep the way she did. Goku murmured something in his sleep and then was silent again. Toma had fallen asleep with her head rested on the edge of the bed and her right hand rested across her lap. Arumiku blinked blearily glancing at the door, no one was there. Then suddenly someone stepped out of the shadows and into the dimly lit room. He was tall and wore a long white cape that fluttered down to the floor; his face remained hidden in the shadows giving him a ghostly appearance.

 Arumiku gaped silently at the intruder, and then slowly she stood up. The intruder stared at her for a moment then took a step forward.

 "Are you here to save us?" Arumiku whispered praying that this figure standing before her was the friend Goku spoke of.

The intruder nodded then spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, "Where's Son?"

 Arumiku's eyes narrowed briefly before realization hit her, "Goku? He's over here. But he's sick." She whispered motioning with her hand to where Goku lay, "What's your name?"

 "Piccolo." Came the gruff reply as the man made his way to Goku's side.

Arumiku watched as Piccolo swiftly lifted Goku as though he were nothing but a mere rag doll and then placed him over his shoulder. Goku muttered something then was silent. Toma slowly opened her eyes and sat up her eyes widening in surprise.

 "I'll be back." Piccolo grunted as he made his way to the door opened it and then was gone.

Toma was at Arumiku's side in seconds, "Who was that?! Where's he taking Goku!?" She nearly shouted trying to keep her voice a whisper.

 Arumiku turned to her, "We're going to be okay…"

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