The Treasure of Power
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A/N: So, the translation is finished and I was able to write this chapter today! I hope you'll like it and please keep on reviewing! I love you all!
Chapter 5: "Danger"
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Goku followed ChiChi's gaze, as she yelled her son's name. His stomach twisted, when he saw what was going on. Three men were standing in the garden and one of them was having Gohan in a headlock, holding a knife at his throat. One thought entered his mind: The Saiyajins. They were here and having his son. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. How could he be so careless?
"Gohan!" he heard ChiChi screaming again and he had to grab her arm to stop her from running outside to them.
"Stay back," he told her and walked through the door to the garden. ChiChi carefully followed him.
The men also came walking towards them, still having the boy in their hands. As they got nearer, Goku could finally make out their features. And he was right. They were indeed Saiyajins. There was one pretty large and bulky man with a baldhead, another large man, who wasn't as large as the first one and had long wild black hair. The last one was the one who was holding the struggling Gohan. He was the smallest of the three and had black hair that spiked up like fire. But what gave all of them away, were the brown furry 'belts' they were having around their waists – their tails.
Goku got in a fighting stance. "ChiChi, go and get help," he hissed, not taking his eyes off of the three men in front of him. Even though he was the General's best man, he knew that he couldn't take three Saiyajins. They were known to be incredible strong and that they were three and he just one made the whole situation even worse. Besides, they had Gohan.
"Okay," ChiChi said quietly and ran back into the house, leaving Goku alone with the three strangers.
"This won't help you…" the smallest one of the three said, as they stopped just a few meters in front of Goku.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Goku asked, hoping that he was wrong with his suspicions and those three men weren't the Saiyajins.
"How rude of me. My name is Vegeta – I'm the Prince of the Saiyajins. And those are my partners Nappa," he motioned to the bald one, "and Radditz," he told him, motioning to the other. "And I'm sure you already know why we're here. We want the part of the Treasure of Power that is here at the palace. If you're not willing to give it to us, I'll just kill this kid." Vegeta tightened his hold around Gohan's neck, who was still struggling and brought the knife closer.
"Let him go," Goku demanded with a scowl on his face. "He's just a child."
Suddenly, as Radditz saw the look on the man's face, he went pale. Could this be? He looked so much like him. But he thought that he was dead, that he died at his birth. And yet he was standing right in front of him. "Kakarotto?" he asked disbelieving.
"What? Kakarotto?" Vegeta asked confused, still not loosing his grip on the boy. "What are you talking about Radditz? I thought your brother died at his birth, along with your mother. Your father Bardock reported it to Lord Freezer before he was killed."
"I know," Radditz replied. "But the resemblance to my father is stunning."
Goku stiffened as he listened to the two of them talking. Those names… Kakarotto and Bardock… Those were exactly the names this old woman called him. It couldn't just be a coincidence that he was looking like those persons. What did that mean?
Vegeta eyed the young man, of whom Radditz thought he was his brother, and smirked. It seemed like this third class wasn't wrong. There was not just a resemblance between this man and Bardock, no, they looked exactly alike. "Well, Radditz, it seems like your father somehow found a way to save your brother from this tyrant." He turned to Goku. "Kakarotto…"
"His name… is… not… Kakarotto…" Gohan managed to choke out. "He is the Son Goku."
"Shut up brat!" Vegeta yelled and threw Gohan to the ground, kicking him hard.
"Gohan!" Goku screamed and wanted to run to him, but Vegeta was faster and picked the boy up again.
"So, you're the Son Goku," the Prince said smirking, "I've always hoped that we would meet someday. But I've never expected to get a surprise like this."
"What are you talking about?" Goku asked exasperated.
"Tell me, Son Goku, who are your parents? Do you even have any?"
"I have no idea what you're planning, but no, my parents are dead. I've never known them. I have been raised by my grandfather, Son Gohan."
"So you have no idea about your heritage…" he stated.
"My heritage…? What's about my heritage?"
"Piccolo!" Gohan suddenly yelled, not giving any of the Saiyajins the possibility to answer Goku his question.
Goku turned around and saw that his help had arrived. ChiChi was back, together with Bulma and the one Gohan called Piccolo. Goku's eyes rested on him. So, this Piccolo was a Namek. Goku had once met some Nameks during one of his missions, but he just knew them as peaceful people and not as fighters.
"Gohan!" Piccolo clenched his fists, when he saw the boy in the control of the Saiyajins.
"Oh, I see, the cavalry's here," Vegeta said mockingly. "I just want to warn you. When you get one step closer, the boy will die."
Gohan stopped the struggling, when he felt the cold blade of the knife at his neck. He trembled with fear and felt tears in his eyes, which he quickly blinked away. He wanted to be a warrior and warriors don't cry. He wanted to be like the legendary Son Gohan, like Piccolo and like Son Goku.
The two warriors fought the urge to just attack the Saiyajins. They knew that this man would make his threat come true and didn't want to risk the young boy's life.
"Let him go and tell me what you want," Bulma suddenly said and stepped in front of the two warriors. "Maybe we can make a compromise on this."
Suddenly Vegeta began to laugh. "Do you think I, Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyajin, am stupid, woman? When I let the boy go, your two watchdogs will attack me and my men. No, no. I will keep the boy until I get what I want. Your part of the Treasure of Power. Maybe, maybe I'll let the boy go then. But maybe I'll keep him and raise him in my ways. He's incredible strong for his age, as strong as a Saiyajin. Are you his father, Kakarotto?" Vegeta asked the young man smirking.
Before Goku could say anything, Bulma talked again. She took a deep breath. "I will give you the sphere, but just under the condition that you let Gohan go."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He was somehow impressed by this woman. No woman had ever before stood up to him, trying to make a trade with him. "Fine with me. You give me the sphere and you get the boy."
"Okay," Bulma said a bit relieved. "Wait for me and don't hurt anyone or you won't get the sphere." She turned around and walked back to the house, putting a reassuring hand on ChiChi's shoulder, as she passed by.
The tension was unbelievable thick between the two sides. No one said anything. Goku couldn't believe it. Bulma was trading this precious sphere against the life and freedom of his son. Many other people would just let the boy die and keep the sphere. But he always knew that Bulma was different. She had her heart at the right place and always knew to make the right decisions.
Just a couple of minutes later Bulma was back, holding a small golden decorated box in her hands. She walked past them and stopped directly in front Vegeta. She opened the box to show its content and from the smirk that formed on his face, she could tell that this was really what he wanted. "Here it is," she said, her voice not wavering a bit, "and now release Gohan."
He looked at her and his smirk grew wider. Bulma could almost see a new idea forming in his head. Her mind told her to go back, but she stayed where she was, the Prince still looking at her. "Fine, woman." He let go of Gohan and tossed him towards Goku. Everyone let out a breath – Gohan was safe. But suddenly Goku's eyes went wide, as he saw what was happening next. Vegeta grabbed the box, threw it to his companion, Nappa, and then with lightning fast movements, he also grabbed Bulma and threw her over his shoulders. The woman began to scream and yell obscenities at the Prince, which a woman of her rank shouldn't even know, the whole time hitting with her tiny fists on his back. But it seemed like Vegeta didn't even notice this. "I recommend you to let me and my partners get away with the sphere. Otherwise you won't see the woman again."
Goku, Piccolo, ChiChi and Gohan watched petrified as the three Saiyajins walked away, a still screaming and struggling Bulma hanging over Vegeta's shoulder. They felt absolutely helpless and Goku let himself fall down on his knees, when they had completely disappeared. He had let his best friend down. He couldn't save her. The tears, which were flowing down his cheeks, mangled with the rain that started to fall. "NOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, as the sky lightened up with a lightning and a thunder could be heard all over the country.
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Again a short chapter, but I hope you like it though. I first thought of making it longer, but then I thought that I could make an extra chapter of what will happen next! Please stay tuned!
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