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own DBZ.
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Chapter 11
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"SHUT UP!" exclaimed Gohan as he rammed a fist into a random warrior 'hard'. Yes, the young teen had picked a fight with one of Frieza's warriors to 'prove' that he wasn't completely broken.
The warrior slammed into a near by metal wall, causing his body to mold into the metallic material. Gohan's eyes were dangerously evil as he glared at all of Frieza's warriors who dared to even come near him.
The four saiyans jumped to four sides of the teen. Gohan, in result gritted his teeth as he glared at all of them. "You dare to challenge ME?!" questioned Gohan, almost yelling.
The prince snorted as he crossed his arms, and stood there almost at ease as the boy spit threats to all around. "You are no match against us, boy. We have defeated you once, and we can do it again," stated the saiyan prince as he began to walk up to the teen.
The hybrid saiyan growled as he 'powered up' and 'charged' at the prince. In result, the prince jumped up into the air quickly. Just as Gohan ran past the prince who as airborne, Vegeta's smirk widened as he rammed his gold tipped boot into the back of the teen's head.
The ending results were not nice. The force of the kick caused Gohan to freeze, and slump over falling to the ground. To all around, it looked as if the prince had murdered the teen, when he was indeed knocked unconscious.
The prince harrumphed as he turned away from the teen's body and looked to 'Kakarot'. "Let's take the boy back to the room." And that was all that needed to be stated as the three other saiyan men turned to leave the halls.
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The door closed and Kakarot laid Gohan's body on his bunk. That was when Gohan opened his eyes. He looked up to his dad with a small smirk. Gohan was now looking more saiyan. He had received the saiyan armor, which resembled Nappa's, and he had received the blue spandex, but the sleeves of the spandex were cut of so the flesh of his muscled arms would be exposed.
"How did I do?" asked the teen as he sat up in the hard bunk.
The saiyans couldn't help but give a chuckle. "I must say," started Raditz, "That was very believable."
"Indeed," muttered the prince as he sat on his bed. "But the next time you cause chaos, Gohan," Vegeta looked into the eyes of the teen, "I want your power to skyrocket! Make it known that you are one of the most powerful around. The ending result should be the destruction of many scouters. That will tell you when Frieza will be after you."
Gohan nodded to the prince, "That won't be a problem... but I must ask..." The full-blooded saiyans looked to the teen in slight confusion as they waited for him to complete his sentence. "Should I make this fight quick and clean, or should I make the tyrant suffer?" The teen gave a small smirk, "I don't mind either way."
"Son," started Goku as he placed a hand on the teen's arm, "I want you to make this attack as quick as possible so we could leave before any loyal warriors of Frieza find us and gang up."
The teen snorted, "Like they would be able to defeat me." Goku frowned at Gohan's reaction to the caution. He was sure becoming cocky after being on this ship for a few days.
"Gohan. You must do as I say, or there could be horrible results, and death is on that list."
Gohan shrugged, "I'll kill him before he kills me. I could just destroy the ship so he could die without oxygen-"
"But that's the thing!" exclaimed the teen's father, "Frieza can live in space! The lack of oxygen doesn't affect him! It's his damn species!"
Gohan shrugged, "I could still easily kill him. His power level is very wimpy the way he is right now..."
"Kid, your dad's right," added Nappa. He had stayed quiet this whole time, and he was amused that the hybrid was acting more like a saiyan each day! But this conceitedness was going to be the end of him if he didn't quit the act. Even Vegeta knew his limits! "There is more to Frieza than more than meets the eye."
"Of course! I remember once, he was in his second transformation form when he came back to the ship after facing off a rival that threatened to take over his empire! His power would have given even a super saiyan a hard time!" said Raditz as he looked to his nephew.
The teen just stared at them, "I seriously doubt he would have time to get to the first transformation against me!"
Goku was getting sick of the teen's attitude, "If you don't cut down with the 'I'm-So-Great-And-Mighty' act, then I'll get Chichi to deal with you. And you know how she deals with problems..."
All saiyans had to shudder. They all had indeed faced Chichi's wrath head on, and it wasn't a pretty sight. It wasn't a pretty sight at all...
The teen gave a gulp. Gohan lowered his head to his father, "I-I'm sorry..." The saiyans around couldn't help but blink at the teen's reaction. And when he looked back up at them, their eyes widened. Tears started to come from his eyes. "But I'm so damn scared!" All of the adults blinked or raised an eyebrow at this comment made.
"Then why say all this stuff about killing without fear?" asked Goku to his son softly. The hybrid could only chuckle as he ran a hand thru his messy locks of hair.
"It's the only way to keep my confidence up..." He looked at his father in the eyes, "I-I never knew how hard it was to live in a place like this..." He lay back in his bed, "I can't wait till I get home..."
The teen's father smiled, "Me too son... me too..."
Goku looked to the other saiyans in the room, "So... what do you three plan to do after this whole mess is finished with?"
Raditz gave a smile, "I must say, I'll live in a place by your home." He began to chuckle lightly, "Your mate's cooking is to die for."
"You think thru your stomach too, eh?" asked Goku as he began to laugh.
"Hmmm," Nappa gave a smirk, "I, for one, might want to go out into space and try to find a suitable mate. Who knows if there were other saiyans who managed to escape the attacks?"
"I don't know about saiyan women... but there are plenty of women on earth that you could possibly mate with," stated the prince with an emotionless face. Nappa turned his head to the prince as his jaw almost dropped.
"Sir... are you suggesting to breed with a completely different species? Not to mention, WEAKER than us?" asked Nappa in awe.
Vegeta snorted, "You've seen the result of a hybrid saiyan/earthling." The other three men looked to Gohan as he began to blush about this conversation. "I must say that they are the closest species to saiyans that I have ever seen..." muttered the prince.
Gohan had looked to the prince, and he could have sworn that he saw a small smile grace the royal warrior's face.
"So... when we get back to earth... how much time would have passed?" asked Gohan wanting an answer from any of the men.
There was a pause till Goku answered, "About four months... we've been gone about nine earth weeks already..."
"Crazy..." muttered the teen as he thought about his home, "I wonder how mom and Bulma are holding up."
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Bulma spit out the toothpaste she used to clean her mouth with. Using a washcloth, she wiped her face clean and walked back out to the living room where Chichi sat waiting sipping a warm cup of tea.
The scientist rubbed her tummy as her stomach became uneasy once more. "I absolutely hate this morning sickness," she muttered. Chichi looked up to the blue haired woman.
"What was that you said?" asked Chichi blinking. She looked to Bulma abdomen before she looked into her friend's eyes, "A-are you?"
Bulma mentally slapped herself. 'I need to stop talking to myself out loud...' Bulma gave a slow nod.
Chichi's eyes widened, "You- YOU'RE PREGNANT TOO?!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Too?"
Chichi nodded her head as she too touched her stomach. "I found out yesterday surprisingly since Kak- um... Goku has been gone for nine weeks and all..." She gave a smile, "I know Gohan will be overjoyed that he will be getting a sibling to watch over! But Goku..." Her eyes seemed to shadow over ever so slightly, "I think he might accept this new family member since he seemed to become like his old self again... than of that cruel warrior he had portrayed weeks before..." She let out a sob, "Oh! I hope my boys are safe!"
Bulma placed a supporting hand on Chichi's shoulder. "Chichi... things will come out just fine." The two women gave each other a hug as tears began to fall. "At least you know that your husband will come back to you..." Her voice seemed to trail off.
There seemed to be silence for a moment or so before the tears were wiped away and the conversation continued.
Chichi picked up her tea and began to smile, "So, Yamcha's the father?" asked Chichi with a grin.
Bulma bit her lip. What could she say? "N-not exactly..." She looked up into Chichi's shocked eyes, "We broke up shortly after the other two saiyans arrived. He thought it would be better is we went our separate ways." The scientist pulled up a clean cup and poured herself a cup of tea.
"But are you sure that he isn't the father?" asked the black haired housewife. Bulma shook her head.
"No. We never did it..." she replied as her cheeks began to turn a bright shade of pink. She took a sip of her tea. The warm liquid began to moisten her dry mouth.
Chichi blinked, "Then... I'm afraid to ask who the father is..."
"But you want to know..." stated Bulma as she brought the cup to her lips once more. The other woman slowly nodded as she too took a sip from her cup of tea.
Bulma bit her lip for a moment as she set her cup on the table. "It's Vegeta..." she whispered.
Chichi almost choked on the tea, which she was drinking at the moment. She stared at Bulma wide eyed. "Y-you must be joking!" But Bulma shook her head. Chichi gave a gasp. "Oh my kami..." She gave the woman another hug as Bulma began to cry. "Goodness... do you know what Bulma?"
The older woman wiped her eye. "Yeah?"
"How is it... that we two, end up snagging the strongest, most hansom men... in this world?" asked Chichi with a small laugh. This must have been a one in a million chance!" This comment made Bulma smile, well somewhat.
Bulma's small smile then grew to a smirk, "Well, I for one must say that my girlish charm must have brought the saiyan prince to his knees." Chichi began to laugh.
"I think verbal battles are more like it! Haven't you noticed all the times he has tried to pick a fight with you?" Bulma placed her chin on her upturned palm as her elbow rested on the sofa's armrest.
"Well... now that you think about it..." Bulma gave a nod. "I guess you're right... but the fight's aren't THAT big..."
Chichi raised an eyebrow as a small slanted smile graced her face.
"Not that big you say?" asked the black haired woman as she placed her teacup down onto the coffee table. "If I remember clearly, you both would be practically at each other's throats!"
Bulma shook her head, "We weren't THAT bad!"
Chichi shrugged, "Believe what you want, but..." she folded her hands on her lap, "... it did seem that you both looked forward to those fights; it was like you fed off of each other's anger! I'd say he was attracted to you from the beginning."
Bulma paused, and she thought about it for a moment. It did start to make sense on why Vegeta would catch her when she was in the kitchen all the time, and when he would approach her when she was watching her soaps on TV... and usually a fight would begin about the stupidest things... but she couldn't help but like them... She didn't think there was but ONCE that they both got along.
"I guess so..." muttered Bulma as she began to smile. "I may have never thought it that way." She looked to the younger woman, "Was it that obvious?"
Chichi nodded in response. Bulma gave a small laugh, "Then I guess being a genius can't detect everything... especially something like this..." The black haired woman smiled as she stood up.
"Do you want to help me bake a cake? I have the sudden urge to cook something," stated the black haired woman with a smile.
Bulma stood up too as she grabbed both teacups. "I guess so, but I really hope this sickness doesn't affect me any more today."
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One Week Later...
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The mess hall was filled with warriors as they grabbed their meals. And when they did, every one watched as the five saiyans entered the room. It was silent till they made it to the lines. And as they grabbed some food, they headed over to the other side of the room. The room then began to be filled with chatter and laughter.
Gohan absently poked at the bubbling food. As usual, it was slop made of random things. A few random vegetables from different planets, a few roots, a few creatures that were freshly killed on this space ship... nothing unusual. But the thing that Gohan had to get use to was the fact they didn't have any eating utensils. The room was completely unsanitary. So they had to eat with their hands, which made everyone of the warriors able to get the diseases from the filth. On Frieza's case, it was a way to get rid of a few warriors here and there. He didn't mind that much. He could always find a replacement.
Gohan just shoved his plate to the side as he sighed. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and his energy was becoming lower. He didn't want to tell the other saiyans about it since he had wanted to save the food capsules. But he needed something to eat. The teen looked back to his plate. He could have sworn that he saw something move in it...
Gohan slid his plate to the middle, "I'm not hungry..." The saiyans paused as they were eating. They looked up to the hybrid as he laid his head on the table and gave a sigh.
"What's wrong kid?" asked Raditz as he began to eat some of the bread on his plate.
Gohan shrugged, "I'm just not hungry." That was the WRONG thing for a saiyan to say. A saiyan NEVER states that he isn't hungry! Saiyans are always hungry! They had been titled the bottomless pits of the universe of goodness sakes!
Goku quickly finished his meal before he looked to his son, "It's the food, isn't it?" asked the teen's dad. Gohan lazily looked to his father, and gave a nod. The saiyan could feel his son's ki dropping slowly, and he knew if Gohan didn't get anything to eat soon, he would kill himself. "Gohan, go on ahead and pull out a food capsule. You need to get something to eat."
And it just seemed that Gohan was just waiting for someone to state that. He had a food capsule in his pocket already taken from the case and he pulled it out of his pocket. He pressed the button and tossed it to the table.
Gohan didn't care if other warriors in the room were watching him. They all had to keep an eye out for the teen because he was still titled as a 'wild' captive. But for some reason, the other saiyans kept him under control. But they watched curiously as the teen pulled out a small device tossing it to the table.
The 'popping' noise and smoke caught almost everyone's attention as a mountain of fresh food appeared on the table.
Gohan's mouth began to water as he noticed the food, which he realized could only be found on his home planet. He immediately dug in filling his face with the fresh food. But the teen paused as he looked to the other warriors at the table watching him eat the nutritious food. "You can have some," stated Gohan in between bites of food. He then reached for a bowl of fruit.
The saiyans also began to attack the cooking but just enough to fill them as Gohan had done about a week ago.
All soldiers in the room gasped at this new wonder that the kid had. It was phenomenal! It caught everyone's attention; even Frieza, as he so happened to walk into the room. None of the combatants noticed the dark lord as their attention was at the saiyan table, but as soon as he reached the area all warriors quieted down.
The saiyans also noticed Frieza as he reached his hand out to grab a piece of fruit. The table was still covered in the food, but no longer the small mountain it was. The older saiyans noticed the dark lord examine the red colored piece of fruit, and take a bite of it.
Everyone was quiet, and a few dropped jaws were noticed as Frieza began to eat the foreign food. As the white lizard licked his lips of the sweet juice, he gave a smile.
"I must say; this is one of the greatest tasting foods I have ever eaten. Enlighten me, what is it called? Where does it come from?" asked Frieza. Every soldier around blinked; the saiyans had made the dark lord pleased?! This was new.
Gohan noticed Frieza, and he still continued to munch on a few things. As he swallowed the food he answered, "It's called an apple. Very common on my home planet." Gohan grabbed a bowl of rice that had a set of chopsticks in it. He immediately began to shovel the food in his mouth.
Frieza took another big bite of the fruit as he looked over the random items that sat on the table. The powerful lord also noticed the other saiyans following the teen's example as they continued to eat ignoring the fact that Frieza could kill them on the spot.
The other soldiers in the room knew that they saiyans were very suicidal. But they didn't know HOW suicidal they were. This event was basically begging Frieza to kill them! Frieza turned around to his two lackeys with a smirk. "I must say you should try some of this food. Very tasty." He handed them both similar looking fruit from a bowl on the table and handed it to Zarbon and Dodoria.
Gohan placed the empty bowl on the table with many of the other dirty dishes, and went for a bowl of noodles. He watched out of the corner of his eye how the three finished the food they took from the table.
"This is excellent!" exclaimed Zarbon in amazement. "I've never tried something like this before!"
Frieza did give a nod as he looked back to Gohan who slurped in some of the pasta. "Tell me, what planet do you come from?"
Gohan swallowed the noodles and he glanced at the dark lord before replying, "It makes no difference." He set the bowl down as well as the chopsticks, and his head lowered, "The planet is gone."
The lizard's smile seemed to fall into a frown. "What do you mean by 'gone'? It shouldn't be just 'gone'."
Gohan's eyes had darkened, as his face seemed to become a glare. "It's just as I stated. It's gone! After the warriors purged of all life... I took the liberty to destroy the planet when I was taken into space with the last of my energy..." Gohan's gaze turned darker. "I had heard the whole story about how you destroy populations... and then sell the planets! That's why I destroyed the planet! So you couldn't use it for plans that you might have had for it!" At this Gohan stood up, and his power increased dramatically. Every scouter that might have been turned on blew up in the person's face and crumbled.
Frieza stared at the warrior amused, "Well then. It does seem that you have some power left in you. But tell me, how did you make all this food appear? There is nothing here to carry something in large amounts as the food you had before. "
Gohan nodded, "Yes." He pulled the capsule up and showed it to them. Everyone around noticed the small device. "I created this one when I was still on my planet." 'With the aid of Bulma of course...' "It carries large quantities of food, objects, water, et cetera. That is why I was able to bring it into here with out anyone noticing."
Frieza's smirk returned, "You created it?" Gohan nodded. "How about you come to the science labs to recreate it? Your reward will be great if some could be used in my empire-"
"They can't be made," stated Gohan flatly. "The materials that I had used for the capsules can't be found any where else but the planet that was destroyed."
Frieza began to chuckle. "Oh come on! Your planet can't be filled with the most valuable recourses in this universe! It could be found everywhere else, or be made with different items."
Gohan lazily shrugged, "Suit yourself..."
Zarbon eyed the teen, as he seemed to keep his guard down. It was very foolish of the hybrid. That was... unless he was hiding something that could be of some importance... "Inform me of what is needed in making this device. I'll make sure we could send out a party to retrieve the materials..."
"Okay..." replied Gohan as he smirked up to the green man.
The saiyans around were trying their best to keep their faces as strait as possible. Because the deal was, he just told a lie that they seemed to believe. The planet was gone. Second, he claimed to have made the capsule. He had just saved Bulma's hide from the demon if he did ever go back to try and find the real scientist who created the capsule. And now... he was completely toying with the head honchos of the ship. The ending results were either going to be extremely hilarious... and or someone was going to die...
"Well..." started the teen as he leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the table where no food was sitting. "The main frame of the capsule is made of Copper so it could hold its shape." Gohan held up the capsule so everyone could see it again.
"Copper, eh? Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find-"
But Gohan cut the man off, "And putting the device together and making sure they stay securely in place is the job of Nickel and Platinum. Oh, and to coat the Copper on the inside of the capsule is a mixture of Hematite, or iron, and Diamond so the structure won't break if too much has been cramped into this, and these two minerals are also used so the temperatures could keep food fresh." The teen looked up at Frieza's face from the corner of his eye and smirked. "Of course... a few others will be needed for this project to work... but I'm sure they could be found again in this universe SOMEWHERE..."
Frieza's eyes were very wide, and his pupils had become smaller as Gohan described these 'rare' treasures. The tyrant then growled. "Y-you destroyed the PLANET?!" exclaimed Frieza as he grabbed the teen's armor.
Gohan gave a slow nod as a few tears fell from his eyes. "So many memories were there... but of course, it couldn't have been of any importance if no one lived on the planet... So I did away with it."
No words were said for the next few minutes till Frieza threw Gohan on the filthy ground. "You fool..." muttered the tyrant as he created a ki ball. "It's a shame that a child of your age has to die for making such a stupid mistake." He tossed the ball at the teen with a small smirk and turned to leave.
But as he started to exit the room, a gust of wind came forth, and many gasps were heard. Before Frieza knew that was happening, his own energy attack rammed thru his back and created a hole in his chest. The tyrant gasped for air, but none seemed to come. He looked down at his chest noticing his blood pour out of his body, and it began to fall from his lip too. Placing a hand over his chest, Frieza gazed at the blood before turning around slowly. The pain was starting to hit his nerves. It was excruciating pain. He would refuse to show it. And as he turned back to the direction he was hit, his eyes widened to the size of saucers and his mouth dropped.
Before him, stood the teen with a smirk plastered on his lips. He was standing up, his arms folded in front. His hair stood up in the golden locks and his shining teals eyes gazed at the tyrant. There were bolts of lighting crackling around the saiyan every so often as his golden aurora began to brighten up the gloomy room.
"Try that again Frieza," dared the teen with the cynical smile. "I'm not scared. I'll give you a free shot at me!" Gohan opened his arms out to prove that he was completely unguarded.
Frieza began to choke on his own blood as it came up into his windpipes, and he growled in frustration. Concentrating on his last bit of energy he used his palm, the tyrant aimed. He shot, and Gohan smirked. Gohan knew he could easily reflect this attack with the aurora. But to the hybrid's surprise, the energy whizzed past the teen's head.
"Wha?" he turned around just as he saw his father fall over with his eyes shadowed over. Gohan's eyes widened as he watched his father fall to the ground. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, Goku's head hitting the metal floor with a sickening crack. And it was all because of a small hole that went thru his chest that reached an important muscle, the heart.
Gohan shook his head as he watched his father. He seemed to be frozen as he watched in horror. The tears pricked his eyes again, and they began to flow free down his cheeks. "FATHER!" he cried as he dashed quickly to Goku's limp body.
He quickly felt for the rise and fall of his dad's chest. But it wasn't found. "Father?" he asked quietly as he nudged his dad's shoulder. "Please..." the tears came down even faster, "... please," he pleaded, "... wake up father!" He got no answer.
"No." Gohan looked down at Goku's body. Tears were seen dropping on the floor. "You can't go dad... I barely got to know you..." he muttered. "You... you just can't!!!" he exclaimed.
Gohan heard a snort on the other side of the room, and he began to snarl. "Kakarot was a weakling."
The teen turned around to face Frieza with a death glare. "I'm surprised that he brought in his own son. But that must have shown the blind loyalty he had to me," bragged the tyrant with a smirk.
Frieza wouldn't help but congratulate himself. He finally got a reason to punish this child. To make him as loyal as his father once was, to break him. But the look in Gohan's eyes was a shocker. The teen was crying. The look he had in his eye could have made anyone have sympathy on the teen, but not Frieza.
But it didn't end there. Oh no. It was just the beginning. Leaving his father's side reluctantly, his walk to Frieza began.
The one's who still had scouters, turned theirs on, but as soon as the button was pressed it exploded. The three-saiyan warriors who were in the room, eye's widened. The hybrid's power grew, and it grew. "Incredible..." muttered Raditz as he watched the teen. The long, haired saiyan was knocked out of the trance when Vegeta tapped his arm.
"Keep an eye on Kakarot's body." And after that said, the prince slipped out of the room unnoticed. And Raditz did as Vegeta asked. He slowly walked up to the young saiyans' body, and picked him up bringing him to a safer area, still without being seen. But the thing that amazed the saiyan was he could feel Goku's shallow breathing.
"There might still be a chance for you little bro..." muttered Raditz softly as he looked to his nephew. He stared at the teen in awe, for Gohan was bringing up to the next level.
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Wow... I really thought I should have brought out a battle with Gohan and Frieza... but I honestly don't think I'm any good with writing battle scenes... That's why I try to avoid huge fighting scenes... with flashbacks and stuff. I must state though... This story is almost complete. I think I'll only add two or three more chapters, and then an epilogue. I'm getting all teary eyed because I'm almost finished with the fic and all! I think this is one of my favorite fics that I have written. I actually like it better than some of my humor fics that seem to be more popular... ::shrugs:: Oh, and should I write a sequel? If you do want one to be written, then send the message in a review. I'm still thinking about writing it... Anyways... please review, and the next chapter may be out soon! I already have half of chapter 12 completed! oO; Till next time!
-Takuma
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Chapter 11
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"SHUT UP!" exclaimed Gohan as he rammed a fist into a random warrior 'hard'. Yes, the young teen had picked a fight with one of Frieza's warriors to 'prove' that he wasn't completely broken.
The warrior slammed into a near by metal wall, causing his body to mold into the metallic material. Gohan's eyes were dangerously evil as he glared at all of Frieza's warriors who dared to even come near him.
The four saiyans jumped to four sides of the teen. Gohan, in result gritted his teeth as he glared at all of them. "You dare to challenge ME?!" questioned Gohan, almost yelling.
The prince snorted as he crossed his arms, and stood there almost at ease as the boy spit threats to all around. "You are no match against us, boy. We have defeated you once, and we can do it again," stated the saiyan prince as he began to walk up to the teen.
The hybrid saiyan growled as he 'powered up' and 'charged' at the prince. In result, the prince jumped up into the air quickly. Just as Gohan ran past the prince who as airborne, Vegeta's smirk widened as he rammed his gold tipped boot into the back of the teen's head.
The ending results were not nice. The force of the kick caused Gohan to freeze, and slump over falling to the ground. To all around, it looked as if the prince had murdered the teen, when he was indeed knocked unconscious.
The prince harrumphed as he turned away from the teen's body and looked to 'Kakarot'. "Let's take the boy back to the room." And that was all that needed to be stated as the three other saiyan men turned to leave the halls.
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The door closed and Kakarot laid Gohan's body on his bunk. That was when Gohan opened his eyes. He looked up to his dad with a small smirk. Gohan was now looking more saiyan. He had received the saiyan armor, which resembled Nappa's, and he had received the blue spandex, but the sleeves of the spandex were cut of so the flesh of his muscled arms would be exposed.
"How did I do?" asked the teen as he sat up in the hard bunk.
The saiyans couldn't help but give a chuckle. "I must say," started Raditz, "That was very believable."
"Indeed," muttered the prince as he sat on his bed. "But the next time you cause chaos, Gohan," Vegeta looked into the eyes of the teen, "I want your power to skyrocket! Make it known that you are one of the most powerful around. The ending result should be the destruction of many scouters. That will tell you when Frieza will be after you."
Gohan nodded to the prince, "That won't be a problem... but I must ask..." The full-blooded saiyans looked to the teen in slight confusion as they waited for him to complete his sentence. "Should I make this fight quick and clean, or should I make the tyrant suffer?" The teen gave a small smirk, "I don't mind either way."
"Son," started Goku as he placed a hand on the teen's arm, "I want you to make this attack as quick as possible so we could leave before any loyal warriors of Frieza find us and gang up."
The teen snorted, "Like they would be able to defeat me." Goku frowned at Gohan's reaction to the caution. He was sure becoming cocky after being on this ship for a few days.
"Gohan. You must do as I say, or there could be horrible results, and death is on that list."
Gohan shrugged, "I'll kill him before he kills me. I could just destroy the ship so he could die without oxygen-"
"But that's the thing!" exclaimed the teen's father, "Frieza can live in space! The lack of oxygen doesn't affect him! It's his damn species!"
Gohan shrugged, "I could still easily kill him. His power level is very wimpy the way he is right now..."
"Kid, your dad's right," added Nappa. He had stayed quiet this whole time, and he was amused that the hybrid was acting more like a saiyan each day! But this conceitedness was going to be the end of him if he didn't quit the act. Even Vegeta knew his limits! "There is more to Frieza than more than meets the eye."
"Of course! I remember once, he was in his second transformation form when he came back to the ship after facing off a rival that threatened to take over his empire! His power would have given even a super saiyan a hard time!" said Raditz as he looked to his nephew.
The teen just stared at them, "I seriously doubt he would have time to get to the first transformation against me!"
Goku was getting sick of the teen's attitude, "If you don't cut down with the 'I'm-So-Great-And-Mighty' act, then I'll get Chichi to deal with you. And you know how she deals with problems..."
All saiyans had to shudder. They all had indeed faced Chichi's wrath head on, and it wasn't a pretty sight. It wasn't a pretty sight at all...
The teen gave a gulp. Gohan lowered his head to his father, "I-I'm sorry..." The saiyans around couldn't help but blink at the teen's reaction. And when he looked back up at them, their eyes widened. Tears started to come from his eyes. "But I'm so damn scared!" All of the adults blinked or raised an eyebrow at this comment made.
"Then why say all this stuff about killing without fear?" asked Goku to his son softly. The hybrid could only chuckle as he ran a hand thru his messy locks of hair.
"It's the only way to keep my confidence up..." He looked at his father in the eyes, "I-I never knew how hard it was to live in a place like this..." He lay back in his bed, "I can't wait till I get home..."
The teen's father smiled, "Me too son... me too..."
Goku looked to the other saiyans in the room, "So... what do you three plan to do after this whole mess is finished with?"
Raditz gave a smile, "I must say, I'll live in a place by your home." He began to chuckle lightly, "Your mate's cooking is to die for."
"You think thru your stomach too, eh?" asked Goku as he began to laugh.
"Hmmm," Nappa gave a smirk, "I, for one, might want to go out into space and try to find a suitable mate. Who knows if there were other saiyans who managed to escape the attacks?"
"I don't know about saiyan women... but there are plenty of women on earth that you could possibly mate with," stated the prince with an emotionless face. Nappa turned his head to the prince as his jaw almost dropped.
"Sir... are you suggesting to breed with a completely different species? Not to mention, WEAKER than us?" asked Nappa in awe.
Vegeta snorted, "You've seen the result of a hybrid saiyan/earthling." The other three men looked to Gohan as he began to blush about this conversation. "I must say that they are the closest species to saiyans that I have ever seen..." muttered the prince.
Gohan had looked to the prince, and he could have sworn that he saw a small smile grace the royal warrior's face.
"So... when we get back to earth... how much time would have passed?" asked Gohan wanting an answer from any of the men.
There was a pause till Goku answered, "About four months... we've been gone about nine earth weeks already..."
"Crazy..." muttered the teen as he thought about his home, "I wonder how mom and Bulma are holding up."
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Bulma spit out the toothpaste she used to clean her mouth with. Using a washcloth, she wiped her face clean and walked back out to the living room where Chichi sat waiting sipping a warm cup of tea.
The scientist rubbed her tummy as her stomach became uneasy once more. "I absolutely hate this morning sickness," she muttered. Chichi looked up to the blue haired woman.
"What was that you said?" asked Chichi blinking. She looked to Bulma abdomen before she looked into her friend's eyes, "A-are you?"
Bulma mentally slapped herself. 'I need to stop talking to myself out loud...' Bulma gave a slow nod.
Chichi's eyes widened, "You- YOU'RE PREGNANT TOO?!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Too?"
Chichi nodded her head as she too touched her stomach. "I found out yesterday surprisingly since Kak- um... Goku has been gone for nine weeks and all..." She gave a smile, "I know Gohan will be overjoyed that he will be getting a sibling to watch over! But Goku..." Her eyes seemed to shadow over ever so slightly, "I think he might accept this new family member since he seemed to become like his old self again... than of that cruel warrior he had portrayed weeks before..." She let out a sob, "Oh! I hope my boys are safe!"
Bulma placed a supporting hand on Chichi's shoulder. "Chichi... things will come out just fine." The two women gave each other a hug as tears began to fall. "At least you know that your husband will come back to you..." Her voice seemed to trail off.
There seemed to be silence for a moment or so before the tears were wiped away and the conversation continued.
Chichi picked up her tea and began to smile, "So, Yamcha's the father?" asked Chichi with a grin.
Bulma bit her lip. What could she say? "N-not exactly..." She looked up into Chichi's shocked eyes, "We broke up shortly after the other two saiyans arrived. He thought it would be better is we went our separate ways." The scientist pulled up a clean cup and poured herself a cup of tea.
"But are you sure that he isn't the father?" asked the black haired housewife. Bulma shook her head.
"No. We never did it..." she replied as her cheeks began to turn a bright shade of pink. She took a sip of her tea. The warm liquid began to moisten her dry mouth.
Chichi blinked, "Then... I'm afraid to ask who the father is..."
"But you want to know..." stated Bulma as she brought the cup to her lips once more. The other woman slowly nodded as she too took a sip from her cup of tea.
Bulma bit her lip for a moment as she set her cup on the table. "It's Vegeta..." she whispered.
Chichi almost choked on the tea, which she was drinking at the moment. She stared at Bulma wide eyed. "Y-you must be joking!" But Bulma shook her head. Chichi gave a gasp. "Oh my kami..." She gave the woman another hug as Bulma began to cry. "Goodness... do you know what Bulma?"
The older woman wiped her eye. "Yeah?"
"How is it... that we two, end up snagging the strongest, most hansom men... in this world?" asked Chichi with a small laugh. This must have been a one in a million chance!" This comment made Bulma smile, well somewhat.
Bulma's small smile then grew to a smirk, "Well, I for one must say that my girlish charm must have brought the saiyan prince to his knees." Chichi began to laugh.
"I think verbal battles are more like it! Haven't you noticed all the times he has tried to pick a fight with you?" Bulma placed her chin on her upturned palm as her elbow rested on the sofa's armrest.
"Well... now that you think about it..." Bulma gave a nod. "I guess you're right... but the fight's aren't THAT big..."
Chichi raised an eyebrow as a small slanted smile graced her face.
"Not that big you say?" asked the black haired woman as she placed her teacup down onto the coffee table. "If I remember clearly, you both would be practically at each other's throats!"
Bulma shook her head, "We weren't THAT bad!"
Chichi shrugged, "Believe what you want, but..." she folded her hands on her lap, "... it did seem that you both looked forward to those fights; it was like you fed off of each other's anger! I'd say he was attracted to you from the beginning."
Bulma paused, and she thought about it for a moment. It did start to make sense on why Vegeta would catch her when she was in the kitchen all the time, and when he would approach her when she was watching her soaps on TV... and usually a fight would begin about the stupidest things... but she couldn't help but like them... She didn't think there was but ONCE that they both got along.
"I guess so..." muttered Bulma as she began to smile. "I may have never thought it that way." She looked to the younger woman, "Was it that obvious?"
Chichi nodded in response. Bulma gave a small laugh, "Then I guess being a genius can't detect everything... especially something like this..." The black haired woman smiled as she stood up.
"Do you want to help me bake a cake? I have the sudden urge to cook something," stated the black haired woman with a smile.
Bulma stood up too as she grabbed both teacups. "I guess so, but I really hope this sickness doesn't affect me any more today."
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One Week Later...
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The mess hall was filled with warriors as they grabbed their meals. And when they did, every one watched as the five saiyans entered the room. It was silent till they made it to the lines. And as they grabbed some food, they headed over to the other side of the room. The room then began to be filled with chatter and laughter.
Gohan absently poked at the bubbling food. As usual, it was slop made of random things. A few random vegetables from different planets, a few roots, a few creatures that were freshly killed on this space ship... nothing unusual. But the thing that Gohan had to get use to was the fact they didn't have any eating utensils. The room was completely unsanitary. So they had to eat with their hands, which made everyone of the warriors able to get the diseases from the filth. On Frieza's case, it was a way to get rid of a few warriors here and there. He didn't mind that much. He could always find a replacement.
Gohan just shoved his plate to the side as he sighed. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and his energy was becoming lower. He didn't want to tell the other saiyans about it since he had wanted to save the food capsules. But he needed something to eat. The teen looked back to his plate. He could have sworn that he saw something move in it...
Gohan slid his plate to the middle, "I'm not hungry..." The saiyans paused as they were eating. They looked up to the hybrid as he laid his head on the table and gave a sigh.
"What's wrong kid?" asked Raditz as he began to eat some of the bread on his plate.
Gohan shrugged, "I'm just not hungry." That was the WRONG thing for a saiyan to say. A saiyan NEVER states that he isn't hungry! Saiyans are always hungry! They had been titled the bottomless pits of the universe of goodness sakes!
Goku quickly finished his meal before he looked to his son, "It's the food, isn't it?" asked the teen's dad. Gohan lazily looked to his father, and gave a nod. The saiyan could feel his son's ki dropping slowly, and he knew if Gohan didn't get anything to eat soon, he would kill himself. "Gohan, go on ahead and pull out a food capsule. You need to get something to eat."
And it just seemed that Gohan was just waiting for someone to state that. He had a food capsule in his pocket already taken from the case and he pulled it out of his pocket. He pressed the button and tossed it to the table.
Gohan didn't care if other warriors in the room were watching him. They all had to keep an eye out for the teen because he was still titled as a 'wild' captive. But for some reason, the other saiyans kept him under control. But they watched curiously as the teen pulled out a small device tossing it to the table.
The 'popping' noise and smoke caught almost everyone's attention as a mountain of fresh food appeared on the table.
Gohan's mouth began to water as he noticed the food, which he realized could only be found on his home planet. He immediately dug in filling his face with the fresh food. But the teen paused as he looked to the other warriors at the table watching him eat the nutritious food. "You can have some," stated Gohan in between bites of food. He then reached for a bowl of fruit.
The saiyans also began to attack the cooking but just enough to fill them as Gohan had done about a week ago.
All soldiers in the room gasped at this new wonder that the kid had. It was phenomenal! It caught everyone's attention; even Frieza, as he so happened to walk into the room. None of the combatants noticed the dark lord as their attention was at the saiyan table, but as soon as he reached the area all warriors quieted down.
The saiyans also noticed Frieza as he reached his hand out to grab a piece of fruit. The table was still covered in the food, but no longer the small mountain it was. The older saiyans noticed the dark lord examine the red colored piece of fruit, and take a bite of it.
Everyone was quiet, and a few dropped jaws were noticed as Frieza began to eat the foreign food. As the white lizard licked his lips of the sweet juice, he gave a smile.
"I must say; this is one of the greatest tasting foods I have ever eaten. Enlighten me, what is it called? Where does it come from?" asked Frieza. Every soldier around blinked; the saiyans had made the dark lord pleased?! This was new.
Gohan noticed Frieza, and he still continued to munch on a few things. As he swallowed the food he answered, "It's called an apple. Very common on my home planet." Gohan grabbed a bowl of rice that had a set of chopsticks in it. He immediately began to shovel the food in his mouth.
Frieza took another big bite of the fruit as he looked over the random items that sat on the table. The powerful lord also noticed the other saiyans following the teen's example as they continued to eat ignoring the fact that Frieza could kill them on the spot.
The other soldiers in the room knew that they saiyans were very suicidal. But they didn't know HOW suicidal they were. This event was basically begging Frieza to kill them! Frieza turned around to his two lackeys with a smirk. "I must say you should try some of this food. Very tasty." He handed them both similar looking fruit from a bowl on the table and handed it to Zarbon and Dodoria.
Gohan placed the empty bowl on the table with many of the other dirty dishes, and went for a bowl of noodles. He watched out of the corner of his eye how the three finished the food they took from the table.
"This is excellent!" exclaimed Zarbon in amazement. "I've never tried something like this before!"
Frieza did give a nod as he looked back to Gohan who slurped in some of the pasta. "Tell me, what planet do you come from?"
Gohan swallowed the noodles and he glanced at the dark lord before replying, "It makes no difference." He set the bowl down as well as the chopsticks, and his head lowered, "The planet is gone."
The lizard's smile seemed to fall into a frown. "What do you mean by 'gone'? It shouldn't be just 'gone'."
Gohan's eyes had darkened, as his face seemed to become a glare. "It's just as I stated. It's gone! After the warriors purged of all life... I took the liberty to destroy the planet when I was taken into space with the last of my energy..." Gohan's gaze turned darker. "I had heard the whole story about how you destroy populations... and then sell the planets! That's why I destroyed the planet! So you couldn't use it for plans that you might have had for it!" At this Gohan stood up, and his power increased dramatically. Every scouter that might have been turned on blew up in the person's face and crumbled.
Frieza stared at the warrior amused, "Well then. It does seem that you have some power left in you. But tell me, how did you make all this food appear? There is nothing here to carry something in large amounts as the food you had before. "
Gohan nodded, "Yes." He pulled the capsule up and showed it to them. Everyone around noticed the small device. "I created this one when I was still on my planet." 'With the aid of Bulma of course...' "It carries large quantities of food, objects, water, et cetera. That is why I was able to bring it into here with out anyone noticing."
Frieza's smirk returned, "You created it?" Gohan nodded. "How about you come to the science labs to recreate it? Your reward will be great if some could be used in my empire-"
"They can't be made," stated Gohan flatly. "The materials that I had used for the capsules can't be found any where else but the planet that was destroyed."
Frieza began to chuckle. "Oh come on! Your planet can't be filled with the most valuable recourses in this universe! It could be found everywhere else, or be made with different items."
Gohan lazily shrugged, "Suit yourself..."
Zarbon eyed the teen, as he seemed to keep his guard down. It was very foolish of the hybrid. That was... unless he was hiding something that could be of some importance... "Inform me of what is needed in making this device. I'll make sure we could send out a party to retrieve the materials..."
"Okay..." replied Gohan as he smirked up to the green man.
The saiyans around were trying their best to keep their faces as strait as possible. Because the deal was, he just told a lie that they seemed to believe. The planet was gone. Second, he claimed to have made the capsule. He had just saved Bulma's hide from the demon if he did ever go back to try and find the real scientist who created the capsule. And now... he was completely toying with the head honchos of the ship. The ending results were either going to be extremely hilarious... and or someone was going to die...
"Well..." started the teen as he leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the table where no food was sitting. "The main frame of the capsule is made of Copper so it could hold its shape." Gohan held up the capsule so everyone could see it again.
"Copper, eh? Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find-"
But Gohan cut the man off, "And putting the device together and making sure they stay securely in place is the job of Nickel and Platinum. Oh, and to coat the Copper on the inside of the capsule is a mixture of Hematite, or iron, and Diamond so the structure won't break if too much has been cramped into this, and these two minerals are also used so the temperatures could keep food fresh." The teen looked up at Frieza's face from the corner of his eye and smirked. "Of course... a few others will be needed for this project to work... but I'm sure they could be found again in this universe SOMEWHERE..."
Frieza's eyes were very wide, and his pupils had become smaller as Gohan described these 'rare' treasures. The tyrant then growled. "Y-you destroyed the PLANET?!" exclaimed Frieza as he grabbed the teen's armor.
Gohan gave a slow nod as a few tears fell from his eyes. "So many memories were there... but of course, it couldn't have been of any importance if no one lived on the planet... So I did away with it."
No words were said for the next few minutes till Frieza threw Gohan on the filthy ground. "You fool..." muttered the tyrant as he created a ki ball. "It's a shame that a child of your age has to die for making such a stupid mistake." He tossed the ball at the teen with a small smirk and turned to leave.
But as he started to exit the room, a gust of wind came forth, and many gasps were heard. Before Frieza knew that was happening, his own energy attack rammed thru his back and created a hole in his chest. The tyrant gasped for air, but none seemed to come. He looked down at his chest noticing his blood pour out of his body, and it began to fall from his lip too. Placing a hand over his chest, Frieza gazed at the blood before turning around slowly. The pain was starting to hit his nerves. It was excruciating pain. He would refuse to show it. And as he turned back to the direction he was hit, his eyes widened to the size of saucers and his mouth dropped.
Before him, stood the teen with a smirk plastered on his lips. He was standing up, his arms folded in front. His hair stood up in the golden locks and his shining teals eyes gazed at the tyrant. There were bolts of lighting crackling around the saiyan every so often as his golden aurora began to brighten up the gloomy room.
"Try that again Frieza," dared the teen with the cynical smile. "I'm not scared. I'll give you a free shot at me!" Gohan opened his arms out to prove that he was completely unguarded.
Frieza began to choke on his own blood as it came up into his windpipes, and he growled in frustration. Concentrating on his last bit of energy he used his palm, the tyrant aimed. He shot, and Gohan smirked. Gohan knew he could easily reflect this attack with the aurora. But to the hybrid's surprise, the energy whizzed past the teen's head.
"Wha?" he turned around just as he saw his father fall over with his eyes shadowed over. Gohan's eyes widened as he watched his father fall to the ground. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, Goku's head hitting the metal floor with a sickening crack. And it was all because of a small hole that went thru his chest that reached an important muscle, the heart.
Gohan shook his head as he watched his father. He seemed to be frozen as he watched in horror. The tears pricked his eyes again, and they began to flow free down his cheeks. "FATHER!" he cried as he dashed quickly to Goku's limp body.
He quickly felt for the rise and fall of his dad's chest. But it wasn't found. "Father?" he asked quietly as he nudged his dad's shoulder. "Please..." the tears came down even faster, "... please," he pleaded, "... wake up father!" He got no answer.
"No." Gohan looked down at Goku's body. Tears were seen dropping on the floor. "You can't go dad... I barely got to know you..." he muttered. "You... you just can't!!!" he exclaimed.
Gohan heard a snort on the other side of the room, and he began to snarl. "Kakarot was a weakling."
The teen turned around to face Frieza with a death glare. "I'm surprised that he brought in his own son. But that must have shown the blind loyalty he had to me," bragged the tyrant with a smirk.
Frieza wouldn't help but congratulate himself. He finally got a reason to punish this child. To make him as loyal as his father once was, to break him. But the look in Gohan's eyes was a shocker. The teen was crying. The look he had in his eye could have made anyone have sympathy on the teen, but not Frieza.
But it didn't end there. Oh no. It was just the beginning. Leaving his father's side reluctantly, his walk to Frieza began.
The one's who still had scouters, turned theirs on, but as soon as the button was pressed it exploded. The three-saiyan warriors who were in the room, eye's widened. The hybrid's power grew, and it grew. "Incredible..." muttered Raditz as he watched the teen. The long, haired saiyan was knocked out of the trance when Vegeta tapped his arm.
"Keep an eye on Kakarot's body." And after that said, the prince slipped out of the room unnoticed. And Raditz did as Vegeta asked. He slowly walked up to the young saiyans' body, and picked him up bringing him to a safer area, still without being seen. But the thing that amazed the saiyan was he could feel Goku's shallow breathing.
"There might still be a chance for you little bro..." muttered Raditz softly as he looked to his nephew. He stared at the teen in awe, for Gohan was bringing up to the next level.
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Wow... I really thought I should have brought out a battle with Gohan and Frieza... but I honestly don't think I'm any good with writing battle scenes... That's why I try to avoid huge fighting scenes... with flashbacks and stuff. I must state though... This story is almost complete. I think I'll only add two or three more chapters, and then an epilogue. I'm getting all teary eyed because I'm almost finished with the fic and all! I think this is one of my favorite fics that I have written. I actually like it better than some of my humor fics that seem to be more popular... ::shrugs:: Oh, and should I write a sequel? If you do want one to be written, then send the message in a review. I'm still thinking about writing it... Anyways... please review, and the next chapter may be out soon! I already have half of chapter 12 completed! oO; Till next time!
-Takuma