For some reason, I'm in a writing mood this week. Wonder why? Well, anyways, I'm working on chappie 10 of this story. I have chappies 8 and 9 finished! I wrote them last night. I'm stuck on chappie 10 because I havea certain character involved that's hard to write about.
Disclaimer: -sighs- I don't claim the anime!
DRAGONBALL Z
Gohan opened his eyes, feeling his body aching. A tiny crack of in the ceiling above him showed the only source of sunlight, telling the young boy that it was during the day. The last thing he remembered was reading his birth certificate. Gohan rose up, finding his ankles chained to the wall behind him. Where was he? Why was he here?
His thinking was interrupted when the door to his right opened, letting in more sunlight. Gohan shielded his eyes with his right hand as he peered at the man in front of him. He was tall; very tall. And for some weird reason, he had green skin with patches of pink on the inside of his arms. He didn't look very friendly.
"Get up," the man demanded, leaning against the door frame. "I don't have all day."
Gohan stood, grabbing the back wall for support. How long was he out for? He looked over at the man, noticing his outfit. A purple cloak that was littered with silver moons covered the man's body, not giving the outline.
"C'mon." The man turned around and started walking. When he didn't hear anything behind him, he turned back, growling. He walked back into the shack, "I said to come on!"
"I can't," Gohan squeaked, his voice cracking, as he motioned to his ankles where the chains were still connected.
The man sighed and walked over to the boy. He bent down after taking a small, silver stick from behind his ear and put one end in the hole of the lock. It clicked after a lot of twisting, and the man did the same thing for the other lock. He stood, walking back to the door. "Now, come on."
Gohan had no choice but to follow.
DRAGONBALL Z – 7 Hours Earlier
Chi-Chi snuck away from all the people in her house. The moment Goku had read the message he called the police, ignoring Chi-Chi's cries not to. The one thing she learned from the man who took Gohan was not to get the police involved and now they were. She knew who took her son and she knew she could do nothing about it. Her son was gone from her arms forever and that made her sadder.
She walked into her son's room, smiling at all the posters of basketball players, pictures of her and him, and the books that lay forgotten around the room. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed as she brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
She missed her son terribly. If he had been here, the two would be going over his homework, each knowing there would be no mistakes. Gohan was just too smart. His IQ, Chi-Chi decided, had to be over 200. When she was pregnant with him, she would do math equations out loud, watch Jeopardy (I think that's how you spell it) to see if she could get the questions right. She knew then that her unborn son was listening to her every word.
She looked at the door when Goku walked in the room. She didn't want him to see her like this; not in her time of weakness (that rhymed). Chi-Chi looked away, refusing to acknowledge him as he sat down beside her, crossing his legs in Indian style. She felt his calloused fingers move her hair away from her eyes so he could see her face.
"Chi, you have to talk," he said softly, wondering if he made the right decision coming in the room. "You can't let this be bottled inside."
"Leave me alone," she spat, scooting away from him as her eyes glared. "You don't know how it feels."
"Yes, I do." At her confused look, he continued, "I thought for sure that Gohan was my son, but like you said, he's not. I was going to have a DNA test done, but I trust your word, Chi-Chi."
Those last five words brought tears to her eyes as she threw herself in his arms. She cried into his neck, her arms around his waist as his hands drew small circles on her back. "Goku, I'm sorry."
He stopped his ministrations on her back before continuing again. "For what, Chi-Chi?"
"Everything."
DRAGONBALL Z
Gohan had followed the strange man to a car, where he was told to get in the back. Doing what was ordered, Gohan plopped himself in the back, strapping on a seatbelt. His mother always told him, "Safety first." He watched as the man got in on the drivers' side, not bothering to buckle up. He tcched, thinking the man wouldn't hear him.
But the man did hear him and glared at the boy from the mirror near the top of the car's ceiling (not sure what they're called, you use them to look behind you). "What?" he growled, patience running low. "What is it?"
Gohan swallowed but answered, "You're supposed to buckle up. It's the law."
The man stared at him, and then chuckled. "Law? It's against the law to kidnap children, but I did that too, so why should I bother?"
"Because it would draw attention."
The man humphed and turned on the engine, ignoring the boy's answer. "When we arrive, don't open your mouth," he said, pulling out onto the highway. "He doesn't like kids all that much."
"Who doesn't?" Gohan asked, wanting to bite his tongue afterwards for not thinking.
"You'll meet him soon enough."
After a few turns, and thirty minutes later, the man parked the car, and then got out. He walked to the door of the back, and opened it. Gohan took the message, unbuckled the seat belt and got out also. The man grabbed his wrist, pulling the boy behind him. "When he asks you a question, answer, but don't look at him in the eyes. He sees it as disrespect."
Gohan nodded, not liking the mysterious stranger at all. The man in front of him, he could deal with. He seemed nice, but mixed up in the wrong crowd. "Where are we?" he asked, looking at his surroundings.
The man grunted, signaling he wasn't going to answer. The two walked on a stone path, coming to an end at a ledge, showing Gohan the place they were at.
"Capsule Corp!" he exclaimed, happiness running through him. His mother must have done this. He completely forgotten until he seen the place that today was his birthday. He was eleven-years-old! His mother had planned some kind of party.
Yet somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't true.
The man continued to pull him through the entrance, ignoring the gasps from the people in the building. He received responses like that every time someone seen his appearance. He pushed a number into the pad beside an elevator and walked in. He made sure the boy was in, before pushing the button to close the doors.
Gohan stayed quiet on the ride, but as the elevator neared the number the man had put in, nervousness cascaded through him. He knew now, that his mother wasn't here. The floor where Bulma worked on was the very top floor and the elevator was heading towards the basement.
A 'bang' echoed through their ears as the doors opened, revealing a dark, murky floor. It was the basement as Gohan expected. The man pulled him out of the elevator and to a white plane, like the one he and his mother had taken to get to Japan. The stairs folded down when they reached the carpet and Gohan was roughly pulled up them.
The boy could feel the people in the plane eyes on him and he was sure his shirt had a hole through the back. He followed the man into a room, where the doors slammed shut the moment they were both in.
"Ah, Piccolo, good to see you were successful," a voice drawled out from a recliner, it's back facing the two, not allowing them to see the person's face. "Excellent."
Piccolo smirked. "The boy was alone."
The chair turned around, allowing Gohan to look at the person as a smile lighted his (person in chair) features. "Your mother should have listened to what I told her, dear Gohan. But I am quite happy that she did not." He stopped as if thinking of what to say next, and then continued with, "I am known as Frieza."
DRAGONBALL Z
Hmm, I like the way this chapter turned out. WHOO-HOO! Three and a half pages! ALL RIGHT!
Digital-tiffany: I like 'swicked.' Well you know who it is but why and who he is to Chi-Chi will come in later chapters. Thankies!
Evil Kirby: You know who took him! Yes, who is his daddy? I'm not going to tell you yet! Keep reading and you'll find out soon enough!What Chi-Chi means in Spanish? Well, I've read on some website that it meant 'boobs.' So, maybe that? Thankies!
victorprimis: Hopefully this chappie answered your question on who took Gohan. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. Thankies!
Gosha: I know! YAY! SUSPENSE! You love? Sweet! Maybe they will, maybe they won't. This chappie should have explained your last two questions. Thankies!
Goku's Mistress: You don't know if his name is Gohan Son! He could be anyone's son! Hell, he could even be FREIZAS! -laughs evilly- Completely insane in a good way? Is there a good way to be insane? You don't have to do the 'ELSE' anymore! Thankies!