Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT. I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques which includes the Warphole technique, and the other things not familiar in this story.

A/n: Edited for glaring formatting and flow errors, the ugly rulers, and those ubiquitously annoying author's notes. (Shudders) Bleagh.

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Chapter Two: Beginnings

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Translated Laniin

'Telepathy'

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Two Days After Gohan's Kidnapping, Planet Earth

Goku flew over miles of sea, dreading the telling of the news that he would have to tell Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, the Turtle, and Master Roshi about his missing son. Even though they hadn't met Gohan yet, they still had a right to know what was going on. If they noticed in the future if he was a little distraught, they would know what was the matter. Chichi had come up with the idea. Goku had disagreed at first, but had given in when his wife threatened to knock him over the head withher frying pan.

Goku was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the island. Mentally kicking himself, he backtracked and landed on the island. Bulma stopped her inventing, and Krillin and Yamcha looked up from their training. They started to say hello, but they quickly noticed that something was bothering Goku.

"Hey, Goku, is anything wrong? You seem a little upset," Krillin asked his best friend of a lot of years.

"Yeah, Goku, although I would say that you seem more than a little upset," Yamcha contradicted.

The Turtle raised his beaked head, and agreed with Yamcha and Krillin. Master Roshi, Puar, and Oolong had gone to the market to do some grocery shopping. Or, in Roshi's case, some Peeping Tom acts. It was then and there that Goku broke down. He raised his arm to cover his face, which was now streaming with tears.

Krillin and Yamcha rushed over to Goku as he sat on the ground, sobbing in despair. They kept asking him, "What's wrong, Goku? You never cry. What's so wrong that's gotten you to cry?" Slowly, Goku spilled the news. "Gohan's been kidnapped!"

"Gohan? Who's Gohan?" Krillin said.

Goku didn't hear his best friend, however; he was crying his heart out for the only son he had, who was now gone.

Krillin tried again. "Goku?"

This time, Goku paid attention. Tears continued to pour down his cheeks, but he was visibly trying to pull himself together.

"Goku, who's Gohan?" Krillin asked again.

"Gohan is my son. Chichi and I got married, and we had a son. But Gohan was kidnapped two days ago."

The emotions going over Yamcha's, Krillin's, Bulma's, and the Turtle's faces were shock and a feeling of loss. Shock that Goku and Chichi had a son, and loss that they had never had a chance to meet him.

They grouped around Goku; all of them, with the exception of the Turtle, helping Goku mourn the loss of his son in their own ways. Bulma hugged her innocent friend, pulling his head down to her shoulder.

After a while, Goku sniffed and wiped his eyes. He smiled at his friends.

"Thanks, guys, for understanding. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Yamcha said, sensibly for once, "Can you sense his ki anywhere?"

Goku shook his head. "No. Either Gohan is dead," and here was a gulp from Goku, "or his ki's being blocked somehow." Then Goku's eyes darkened. "Or he could be on another planet entirely."

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Four Days Before the Earthling Present, Planet Giendon

First Day

Kakkhan woke up in his room on the spaceship Tiara, feeling at home. It was strange, but Kakkhan already felt more at home than when he had been Gohan, newly arrived on the ship. He also felt more awake, more like himself, than after the cleaning. He remembered Janden's words about this, and felt happy he wasn't an exception.

He rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out of them. That done, he jumped out the adjustable holding that was his bed. He landed on the floor with his tail straight out for balance. Without knowing he did it, Kakkhan smiled at his tail and unconsciously wrapped it around his waist.

Feeling the furry limb on the naked skin above his waist, Kakkhan looked down at his boxers. Raising his eyes, he looked for clothing to dress himself in. As if seeking to please him, part of the wall in front of the chibi Saiyan opened. Inside Kakkhan stepped, into a walk-in wardrobe full of gis and clothes for casual and formal wear. All of the clothing was made to fit a two-year-old chibi of Kakkhan's size. The gis lined two of the six walls, and the casual clothes lined two of the other walls. The formal clothes took up a fifth wall to the Saiyan's right. The sixth wall was empty, except for one outfit. Like all the others, it was would have fit the two year old Kakkhan. But it somehow was foreign and mysterious to Kakkhan. It was the one outfit Gohan had been wearing when he had been taken from his bed to Giendon. To Kakkhan, it symbolized the life he would have had, for good and for bad, had the future been different.

Kakkhan shook himself out of his self-pity and said aloud, I wonder what I'm going to wear today?

Janden had told him that if he needed anything from his room, it would get him it. The room also knew what Kakkhan's schedule for the day was, even if it hadn't been set up. Right now, Kakkhan was going to use the room's second function to his advantage.

One wall with the casual clothing on his right dislocated its rack of clothes from its holding and thrust it at Kakkhan. The rack itself rearranged its selection until a semi-casual outfit came to the front. The outfit consisted of baggy khaki slack, chibi's shoes, and a light blue long sleeve shirt with a high collar that came close to a turtleneck. A sleeveless dark blue shirt to go over the long sleeve shirt came completed the package. All in all, he looked like an Earthling. That was the point, to distinguish himself from the other races as part of another race himself. There was no point in being an earthling, and as Kakkhan was going to find out, the Laniins raised the off-world children proud to be form their world.

Kakkhan's face lit up and he thanked the wall while he stripped the clothes off the rack. In his head the wardrobe said in a fussy female voice, 'You're welcome, Kakkhan.' It retracted the rack as Kakkhan went out to the main room to get dressed.

One of the Laniins Kakkhan had met yesterday on a tour of the spaceship had told the chibi, The bedrooms and the study rooms have been programmed to talk, so if you ever need anyone to talk to, go talk to your room or one of the study rooms.

The Laniin had been a chibi like Kakkhan, but it was plain that she knew everything about the ship. Kakkhan hadn't really liked her, but had resolved to ask her any questions he had about the Tiara.

Kakkhan dressed quickly, stuffing his tail in the opening for it with great care. He had learned already that if anything latched onto his tail, it made him nauseous and prone to pass out. The room, while he was doing this, asked him about his tail.

'Why do you have a tail? No Human I ever saw ever had a tail.'

Kakkhan patiently explained, That's because Humans don't have tails. Saiyans do. I'm not sure what a Saiyan is, but I know that that's what I am.

The room remarked, 'Well, to me, you look a bit Human through the Saiyan face there.'

Kakkhan just pulled on his over shirt.

Well, that's probably because as Janden told me, my mother was a Human and my father was a Saiyan. Normally, that would make me half Human half Saiyan, but since the cleaning erased my Human side, I'm a full Saiyan.

His voice was muffled by the over shirt over his head. He couldn't quite find the head hole, but luckily a pair of wall-hands helped.

Thanks, Kakkhan said to the wall that the hands originated from.

'You're welcome,' the Room said.

Kakkhan looked around before he headed to the door. He paused before it opened.

Hey, Room, what do you want to be called?

His bedroom's voice seemed to flicker with laughter. 'I was wondering when you were going to ask. It's Tyeler, my name.'

Another hand shifted from the wall near Kakkhan. Kakkhan grasped the five fingers between his thumb and index finger, and Tyeler's "hand" did the same to his hand. The door slid open and the "hand" pushed Kakkhan out the door.

'You have a busy schedule before you today, and the next three days. Have a fun time. Now go, Janden will be waiting for you in the Appendix.'

Kakkhan started forward. Although Janden had shown the chibi around the ship, ending the tour at his room, Kakkhan wasn't all that sure his memory would serve him right. Retracing his steps, Kakkhan's confidence grew, as everything seemed familiar to him. He did caution himself before his ego could grow as well, however. Kakkhan did not need to worry. He arrived at the Upper Appendix on the same floor as his quarters five minutes after Janden.

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The Present, Planet Earth

Goku returned to his house and Chichi. He landed in front of the house. He entered it to find Chichi staring wordlessly and tearfully at a photo taken of Gohan right before it was kidnapped. Goku joined her. They thought of all the things that they would never get to do with their son if they didn't find him soon. The photograph might have been black-and-white, but it was adequate.

Goku had enlisted the help of Yamcha and Krillin and Bulma to help him search for his son as soon as they could, and as soon as he showed them what Gohan looked like. The others were going to arrive at any minute so that they could start the search.

Goku whispered to the picture, "Gohan, wherever you are, I hope you're okay."

Unbeknownst to him, a Giendonese day later, his message would reach the dreams of a chibi Saiyan by the name of Kakkhan.

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Three Earthling Days Before to the Earthling Present, Planet Giendon

Second-Fourth Days

Kakkhan ran along the corridors on the seventh floor above the Residence floor. He was dressed in a green gi with a black T-shirt underneath it, with his tail flying out behind him to keep him upward. This day and the next day were going to be martial arts lessons, something Kakkhan was actually looking forward to.

The last day had gone by in a blur. After he had met Janden in the Upper Appendix, Kakkhan had been handed his schedule for the month. It started the next day, which was the 2nd day. Then he had met the "people" who would administer Kakkhan's martial arts studies. He had also met the "people" that would educate him about his home planet Earth and his Saiyan heritage. Janden would tutor Kakkhan in the Laniin academics.

Kakkhan's memory must have been enhanced during the sleep after the cleaning, or First Sleep as it was called, because he remembered the faces and the names of his teachers on the first try. After he met his teachers, Kakkhan was whisked off to the "classrooms" where they would teach him. The academic studies were taught in a huge grandstand-like room like those found in Earthling universities and high schools.

The fighting education was another matter entirely. The "room" was not a room at all, but a chamber designed to give the user the illusion of being at home on their original planet, no matter who the sparring partners were. They were also built in gravity domes, with far more capabilities than what Bulma Briefs could ever design. The gravity could soar from 0g to over 400g with ease. Coupled with Giendon's gravity at 500 more g than that of earth's it made for 800g, which was hard to beat. The level of the gravity depended on the ki of the fighter(s) within. The higher the ki, the higher the gravity level, and vice-versa.

There were even specially designed gravity domes with capabilities of over a thousand-g for the elite warriors.

Time flew by, especially since Giendonese time is half that of Earth's. It seemed to Kakkhan that he had just closed his eyes to sleep when Tyeler woke him up. For some strange reason, our favorite character didn't feel sleep-deprived. Perhaps it was the fact that Kakkhan slept like a dead thing. Or maybe the fact that he had gotten used to the shift in Giendonese time from Earth time during the cleaning, and was used to the shortened day. However, to a normal Earthling on Giendon, the day would pass by just like an Earth day, when in reality, two Giendonese days were passing to one Earth day.

Kakkhan spent the 2nd to 3rd days in his martial arts teacher Rerun's dome learning how to fight. By the end of the 3rd day, he had learned to properly punch and kick and some rather dirty moves. In the eating periods, Kakkhan ate so much at once that even Rerun gaped in open-jawed amazement. And nothing amazed Rerun.

The 4th day, Kakkhan went to his academics class with something akin to dread. He didn't know why, or especially care, he just didn't want to study. Perhaps it was a lingeringmemory from when he was Gohan. But when he arrived, there was a surprise. Janden smiled at his student's shocked face as kakkhan looked around the room.

The room was littered with strange scrolls and even stranger symbols in them. This was the start of Kakkhan's learning. The scrolls were Kakkhan's guides to learning how to read and write in Laniin. Janden had decided to start with the language this time, seeing as how Kakkhan liked to question him on the Laniins, and how they read and wrote. When Kakkhan's face lit up with surprise and pleasure, Janden knew he was going to have a good time with this kid.

And that's how Kakkhan's first four days went. But Kakkhan's fourth day was not done, even when he had gone to sleep. For a voice whispered in his dreams, "Gohan, wherever you are, I hope you're okay."

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SNEAK PREVIEW OF: Brotherly Reunion

"Then perhaps taking your weak Human wife will convince you to change your mind!" The line raced through Goku's mind as he followed Piccolo on the Nimbus as they flitted through the air towards the mountains in chase of Goku's long lost brother, Radditz the Saiyan.

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Edited 06.29.07