Gohan woke with a migraine. He couldn't remember when his head hurt this much. He was thinking when Freiza had smashed his head into his knee...ya that came pretty close. Gohan opened his eyes into a dimly lit room. He felt so weak he could barely life himself up off the feather soft mattress he was lying on. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and wondered just where he was. Something itched at the back of his mind as he tugged at the metal ring around his neck... 'Metal ring?!' his mind screamed at him. Gohan jumped up, his headache gone, as he tried to power up. Nothing worked, he couldn't even muster a small Ki ball!

"Ah, your awake, so glad to see you like your knew accommodations," a voice said, the lights turned on and he saw several people, man, woman and child alike, chained to beds, sleeping, crying, being beaten and even being raped by men and aliens he couldn't begin to describe. Someone grabbed him from behind and threw him back on his bed. He was chained down heavily. His ankles were chained together, and another chain wrapped around the bed. His wrists were individually chained by his sides as another chain went across his torso and chest. Several other chains went around his legs and one hooked to his collar, pinning his neck onto the bed so he could turn his head one way or the other to see who had him hostage or to see other people. He couldn't even see the person who was now chaining another chain through the ring at his neck.

"Who are you! Where am I?" He demanded,

"Tisk, tisk, first you must learn your manners before I answer any questions," the voice said, Gohan could tell it was female.

All too soon Gohan's concentration was drawn to the person at the side of his bed. He could see out of the corner of his eye someone, a female, but he couldn't tell who she was or see her face. Someone put a blindfold on him and he couldn't see, and then a gag. He growled and oath into heavy material as they did this. He was powerless to stop them. Then someone started beating him up. At first it was just fists, something he could live with. Even without his Ki his skin was still tough as nails, and not fingernails either! So then after the few bruises they had managed to make faded away seconds after they appeared, they started using a whip. The first sting of it alarmed Gohan so he had cried out, but after that he stayed silent, any cries he had were muffled by the cloth in his mouth and too quiet for anyone to hear. He winced in pain as hour after hour the whip and other tools of the trade were used against him.

After about what he guessed to be ten hours, the left him alone in his pain. The blindfold was barely damp with unshed tears the cloth had soaked up directly from his eyes. It was then that he noticed his shirt was gone, it had been there but it had been ripped off in the torture session. Gohan closed his eyes and tired to sleep, to try and save his strength for what would surly be the battle of his life...



Goten, still on the lookout hours later while everyone else planned, suddenly felt several waves of pain cascade over his body. He screamed in agony, drawing the attention of everyone. Dende rushed over and tried to find out what was wrong with him. When he couldn't get anything but screams of pain out of him, he began to heal him. Goten passed out soon afterward. Dende had been by his side for hours, puzzling why welts were appearing all over his body. He healed them quickly wondering what in the seven hells of Vegeta-sei was going on. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Guys!" He called out, getting everyone's attention again, "I think Gohan's still alive,"

"What!? But how? We can't feel his Ki anywhere!" Yamcha said,

"I know, but I think Gohan has a telepathic link with Goten, and Goten can feel Gohan's pain. Wherever Gohan is, he's being hurt, and hurt badly. We need to try and find Gohan and find him soon, other wise, we'll lose both of Goku's sons," Dende stated, everyone went back to planning, this changed everything...



Gohan woke many hours later, somehow he felt better, but he could still feel the wounds closing over his body. His chains had been removed and he was free to get up and walk around, he highly doubted that he could even make it standing up alone, yet he tired anyway.

He held onto the wall as he made his way along the rows and rows of beds. Most were empty. The only ones who remained were the children, whom were beaten as badly, if not worse, than he was. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom they had and brought out a bowl of water he found. There were not many kids, five or six. He moved the kids to beds surrounding his own, they were all either out cold or in too much pain to protest, and starting tending their wounds. He tore up his own bed sheets to use as bandages. When the adults were returned, he ignored his own pain and picked up the mostly unconscious adults and bandaged their wounds also and put them in beds. Soon he was the only one walking around and all of the beds were filled but his own. He frowned, is this why he was here? To free these people, or to help them? He ignored the insistent buzzing at the back of his head and finished his founds. He had no bed sheets by the time he was done and no blanket either.

He laid on his bed and tired to rest. The people would probably not remember his helping them, if they were awake at all, and if they did it would surprise him greatly. He fiddled with the collar and got an electric shock from it. He winced and closed his eyes, lying very still, and before knew it he was asleep...



The lady frowned, if that Gohan kept up his act, she would not have enough bed sheets to go around, she would have to leave medical kits around if they were to keep their play toys alive long enough to enjoy, she grinned, she was already having fun with Gohan. The way he was going, they could use them twice a month instead of only once, that way they would have long enough to recover from their wounds. She grinned again...



In the morning, Gohan woke to find medical supplies by the doors. He put it too good use, changing bandages while the people still slept and adding medicine like ointments and such. The children were the first to wake up and they were shocked to find themselves bandaged and being taken cared of.

"Who are you?" Asked a boy no older then eight but acted more like a nineteen-year-old.

"I'm Gohan, I was brought here..." Gohan thought a moment, "Well, I don't really know, but from what I know, I've been here...awake, two or three days," Gohan said, while changing the boys bandage around his forehead where a gash lay.

"Why are you helping us?" he spoke up boldly,

"Because it's the way my mother raised me," Gohan said softly, soon he had the trust of the youth and they helped Gohan run around the place helping people out. The boy whom questioned Gohan was named Rowl, a strange name but common where the green skinned boy was from. There were several species in the room. Some Gohan didn't even know, but they were grateful for any help they could get. A few people were wary of him and barely let him touch them, but after a few days, that ended when they were in too much pain.

On the fifth day of his being there, a surprise guest appeared and he was shocked to find the person here in the first place,

"YOU!" They cried at the same time, recognizing each other immediately...



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who is the surprise guest? Betcha you can't guess!

Tabi Chan