A/N: Dragonball/Z/GT and characters are owned by Akira Toriyama.

Two Worlds…One Hero

Chapter 3: He Can't Be Trusted

When the ship had finally disappeared into the blue sky, relief swept over the three individuals. Bulma stirred Yamcha, making sure he was alright, but Chichi wasn't so bothered about her brother right now. It seemed as though she had forgotten about him. Instead, she focused on the unconscious Saiyan boy on the ground. Did he just save her? How was it possible for someone so evil to just suddenly be so nice? It was like he jumped into somebody else's body then back into his own. Carefully, she wiped a strand of his jet-black hair, back off of his face for a better view. He sure was handsome, considering bad guys were usually dark, ugly and rough, in her opinion. Even though he was one of them, she felt the need to help him.

Shaking, Yamcha stood up with Bulma as an extra support.

"Chichi are you alright?" there was no answer, "Little Sis" he called once more, edging closer to see what she was so mesmerised about.

"We have to take him home with us"

"WHAT?"

"He's hurt and unconscious. We can't just leave him here"

"Yes we can. He's a Saiyan, it's no more than he deserves"

"He saved my life!"

"Chi, you don't know how their mind works! How do you know that he wasn't purposely hit to get to us? How do you know they're not planning something, to kill us, or get inside father's household?"

"How do you know he's that evil?"

"Because I do" he whispered turning away. Chichi stood up.

"Yamcha, why do you hate them so much?" Chichi questioned. Yamcha sighed.

"They came to our planet a long time ago but there was also an encounter when I was six years old. There were hundreds of them…wrecking…destroying…killing everybody. I saw the blood…I heard the screams…I felt the fear. They were ruthless…unstoppable, killing at will for pure pleasure. Father had me locked away where I was safe, but not many were as lucky as I"

"I'm sorry" there was a brief silence, "Did you find a way to kill them?"

"No. They just left but said one day they would come back"

"I didn't know" she whispered gently touching her brother's hand.

"No, you didn't. I never wanted to tell you. But Chi", he began turning to her and holding her hands, "You have to understand how dangerous they are. Looking at him, I know he looks young and innocent. But he's not. He's one of them…a killer" Chichi looked deep into her brother's eyes.

"I understand Yamcha…but, can't we take him to Capsule Corp just until he's awake?"

"Chi, he can't be trusted" her eyes begged him so much. He turned away, trying to come up with another reason. She walked over to the boy and tried to pull him up. Yamcha sighed and picked the younger boy up.

"Just until he's awake and then he's out! No talking to him, no giving names, nothing! Understood?"

"Yes" she replied happily, before the three began to walk home.

The young Saiyan had been unconscious for quite some time, for a few hours in fact. During those hours, Chichi or Bulma would go up and check on him in the guest room. It was now nearing dinner and his senses were beginning to wake up. He felt as though he was in a soft bed, which was some what weird since he was last sleeping on the desert floor. How on Vegeta did he get there? He wondered, still refusing to open his eyes. His nose caught the scent of a familiar smell; it was a very pleasant smell, like that human he helped he thought. He was then awakened by the sound of giggling. He opened his dark eyes and sat up rapidly, frightening the two girls who were in his presence. He wondered a lot of things as he looked at the two girls before them. Firstly, where was he? Secondly, what were they laughing at? And thirdly, he thought as he looked down at his half naked body, where was his clothes? He felt a tilt of anger stab him. No one touched anything that belonged to him. With an irritated appearance, the young man looked at the two girls in question.

"Where are my clothes?" he asked in demand.

"Oh…they're being washed and cleaned" Bulma said nervously, "They should be done now, would you like me to retrieve them?"

"Right now!" he ordered.

"Excuse me?" questioned an angry Chichi, "You do not speak to her like that"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you speak to her with respect and manners!" Chichi reminded

"I can do whatever I want!" he responded.

"Oh really? We saved your life and brought you to our home! The least you could do is be thankful!"

"I didn't need your help! I could have taken care of myself!" he protested in an angry manner, rising out of bed, "What my brother did was nothing", he turned his back to her. She gasped. He had a large cut going down his back, over the top of a strange looking tattoo, "I've received more pain before. I can handle it!" Bulma had left when the two were arguing, and just returned with his clothes and armour. Chucking his clothes on the bed, she struggled to drag in his armour. Dropping it on the ground she wiped her brow.

"Phew. How on Earth do you walk around in that?"

"It's not heavy"

"Not heavy? I couldn't even carry it"

"You are a human…you are weak" Chichi snarled but was soon hushed by Bulma. He began to dress. Bulma handed him his computer device when he finished with his trousers.

"I had a look at this…I couldn't understand the markings…I guess it's of your native language" The boy took the scouter off Bulma and scanned it over for any damage.

"It's called a Saiyanite Scouter. It tells me where the other Saiyans are and how strong somebody's Ki is"

"Wow, that's amazing" she smiled at him, getting nothing but an evil glare in return. She frowned as he resumed dressing and made her way to the door.

"Come on Chi, lets let our guest, dress in peace" she spoke sarcastically. Chichi agreed, but before closing the door behind her he told her to stop.

"You! What you name be?" Chichi hesitated by replied.

"Chichi and her name is Bulma. What's your name?"

"Kakarott, well, my Saiyan comrades call me that…you…can call me Goku" Chichi nodded.

"You are welcome to join us for dinner. It'll be in one hour"

"One more question. Where am I?"

"You're in our city, under the roof of Capsule Corporation"

"That is all" he spoke, dismissing her.

"Huff" she said slamming the door in disgust, "Who is he to order me around?" she shouted to herself as she stormed off.

It was now evening and the smell of food could be smelt down every hallway of Capsule Corporation. Yamcha, Bulma and Chichi took their seats at the large table along with the arrival of Krillin, Tien and Master Roshi. They were extremely shocked to hear that there was a Saiyan in the house. This kind of frightened them too.

"I can't believe you of all people would let such a monster stay here" Tien said aiming it at Yamcha.

"Me neither. But it was Chichi's idea; she wanted to nurse him back to health. As soon as he's awake he's out of here!"

"Where is he anyway?" asked a scared Krillin.

"Who cares? Hopefully he ran away" Yamcha said when suddenly the doors opposite pushed open. They all gasped at the entrance of the Saiyan. Closing the door behind him, Goku peered over at the others. He saw Chichi, Bulma and the man who he saw earlier. Quietly he approached the table and sat down in a slouch.

"You're a Saiyan alright. You don't have any manners" Goku snarled at him whilst Chichi motioned him to sit properly. Goku decided to obey her this once, just to keep the other annoying human off his back.

The food was soon served and everyone picked up their knives and forks. Goku picked up the meat with his hands and was about to shove it in.

"No Goku! Like this!" Chichi corrected him.

"Goku?" Yamcha questioned, "So you've been talking to him have you?"

"I only know his name" "What's wrong with asking for his name?"

Goku looked down at his plate of food where he found his knife and fork. In fact there was like three of each. He decided to use the first ones. Watching Chichi, he tried to eat with them, finding it quite difficult at first. When he was finally able to cut his meat and eat it, he cheered mentally and resumed to eat. He began to think whilst doing so. Why was he obeying her? Why was he doing everything she asked? What the Hell was wrong with him? He shrugged the thoughts away and resumed to eat. Compared to the others, his eating habits were abysmal. Yamcha found this very disturbing.

"Sorry, I've lost my appetite" Yamcha moaned, pushing his plate away, "Watching and hearing him is making me feel sick" he spat. Goku stopped eating and glared at his rival.

"Don't look at me like that…Saiyan…if I had my way, you'd be still out in that desert, rotting like the scum you are" Goku growled loudly frightening his company. Yamcha couldn't help but jump. All of a sudden he sprung over the table and onto Yamcha where he pushed him onto the ground. Yamcha struggled to breathe as Goku grasped him by his neck.

"I nuonthtonin avoiton payheh!" -I should kill you- he threatened, angrily glaring at Yamcha deeply in the eyes. Yamcha was afraid. Not only because he couldn't breathe, but because of the fanged teeth that suddenly appeared in Goku's mouth.

"Goku, please! Let him go" Chichi begged. The others stood in complete shock. Goku didn't let go, "Goku please! There's no need to kill him!" Goku's grip loosened.

"Coovie eiieo, payheh rhcoe novo nuh tonehyonavopay" -Next time, you won't be so lucky-, he threatened once more before releasing him. His fanged teeth soon vanished and so did he as he left the room. Chichi swallowed and looked down at her brother, who had Bulma and Krillin at his side. It was his fault. If only he had given Goku a chance.

"I feel a great aura of energy from that boy" Master Roshi exclaimed, concentration taking over him, "Yes, he is very strong indeed"

"Strong? I don't care. If I can't take him alone, we can do it together"

"No Yamcha, I'm afraid we can't"

"Why not Roshi?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, he is stronger than all of us put together" the gang gasped, "Maybe even twice the power"

"That's impossible" Yamcha yelled.

"No…it is not" Master Roshi replied. Tien grit his teeth while Krillin shook with fear. Chichi looked over to the door he shortly went through. What if he was a monster? What if he was, what she hoped he wouldn't be?