Date written: July 11, 2005

Time written: 12:30 A.M. Central

Why written now? Because the authoress is very bored and her mind is working double time to finish this story so she can place it in the folder marked, "Finished & Posted Stories."

Are there any other chappies written? Chappie 10 is written but not posted and the authoress is working on chappie 11.

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime and never will own the anime so stop making me say it, write it, or even think it!

DRAGONBALL Z

The next morning, Piccolo opened the door of the room where the boy was held expecting to see a wide-eyed, sleepy face but was greeted to many light snores coming from the lump under the blankets on the bed. He shook his head. The boy amazed him. Gohan was the only one who ever went to sleep; all the others had been too afraid.

He walked over to the bed and nudged the boy in the arm with his hand. Not getting the response he wanted, Piccolo roughly shook the young eleven-year-old (remember his birthday was yesterday).

Gohan groaned at the pain in his side before opening his eyes to see the green man. He stared at him, glaring. "What do you want?" he growled out, his tone rivaling Vegeta's. "I was sleeping."

Piccolo raised an eyebrow. "I know." He pointed at some clothes on the chair beside the bed before moving to the door. "Get dressed."

Gohan yawned as he heard the door click shut. He looked over at the clothes, smiling slightly. They were his favorite color: dark purple. He pushed the blankets off his body, standing so he could stretch. Gohan walked to the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bed and stared at his reflection. His thick, black spikes were messy and there were sleepers (the things you have in your eyes when you first wake up) in his coal eyes.

He smiled stupidly, wondering what the day would bring.

DRAGONBALL Z

Chi-Chi dropped the mug in her hand as she stared at the calendar. Yesterday, the day her son was kidnapped, was also his eleventh birthday and she had completely forgotten. "What kind of mother am I?" she muttered, bending down to her knees so she could pick up the broken pieces of glass. She looked up when Goku slid into the kitchen. "What?"

Goku stared down at the woman. "What was that noise?" He noticed the glass and liquid on the floor. "Why is that there?"

She shook her head at his naïve-ness. "I dropped my coffee mug."

"Oh," he nodded. "Why?"

"Because I realized I was a terrible mother." Chi-Chi stood and walked over to the trash can, depositing the broken class, before grabbing a broom and moved back where she was.

The man was confused. "I thought we talked about how Gohan getting kidnapped wasn't your fault?"

"We did." Chi-Chi swept up the smaller pieces into a pile. "I still believe it is my fault since I am the reason he was taken, but that's not why I'm a terrible mother."

"You know you're going to have to tell me what the reason is, right?" At her nod, he continued, "Why are you a terrible mother?"

"I forgot my son's birthday."

Goku watched her bend down and sweep the pieces into the dust pan. "When's his birthday?"

"It was yesterday, Goku. My son was taken on his eleventh birthday and I didn't even realize he was eleven until a few minutes ago." She choked back a sob as she walked to the trash can again. "And it took looking at the calendar to remind me."

He walked to the woman, taking her into his arms. Goku held her closely as he spoke to her, "Don't worry Chi-Chi. I'm sure Gohan has more important things on his mind then his birthday."

Chi-Chi sniffed into his shoulder, nodding. "I suppose you're right." She stepped back from him. "Will you call everyone? I want them to be here when I say why I left."

"Will this also be the reason why you think it's your fault Gohan was taken?"

"Yes."

DRAGONBALL Z

Fully dressed, Gohan followed behind the green man as he led him to see Frieza again. The boy could tell they hadn't left Capsule Corp for the way the people seem to be buzzing in and out of the plane. He smiled inwardly at the thought of still being able to escape. Piccolo stopped in front of the door before pushing it open once again. They stood in the same room as yesterday, but this time Frieza was facing them in the beginning. Gohan glared at the man. He didn't like him and didn't care if the man saw his glare.

Frieza, however, was happy the young boy was mad at him. He loved it when people defied him. It gave him a reason to kill them. "Now, now, Gohan," he purred, licking his lips hungrily. "That's not a nice way to greet your step-father."

"I hate you," the boy seethed, not taking away his glare.

The man sighed. You can't win them all, he thought, before speaking, "You are to be under the full watch of Piccolo. That means the two of you will share a room, eat together, and so on. This way, I will have all eyes on you." Frieza waved his hand, dismissing the two, "Zarbon, take them to their new room."

Gohan could tell as he followed the other man that Piccolo was not happy with the arrangement. Neither was he. Gohan didn't like the fact he had to be near the green man. The green man seemed unkind and hateful. Maybe working for Frieza does that to people, the boy thought.

Zarbon stopped walking and pushed open a door. "In there," he ordered, shrinking back when Piccolo gave him a glare. "Uh, here it is."

Gohan rolled his eyes, walking in after the green man. He turned around to see the door shut, but not with a click. "Does Frieza think that he doesn't have to lock the door since you're in here?"

The green man grunted.

The boy took that as a yes. "I could still escape."

"Just try it."

DRAGONBALL Z

Chi-Chi looked around the pale pink living room, seeing all her friends there: Bulma, Vegeta, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, Chaotzu, Ju. Her father was there since he was also involved, but Elaine wasn't. Goku sat next to her, giving the woman the strength to continue. "I wanted you guys here so I could explain everything." She breathed in and out, before continuing. "I think my father should go first."

Ox King fidgeted when all stares focused on him. "I got into some bad trouble when Chi-Chi was in high school. I gambled all the money in the bank, leaving us with none. I know it was a terrible thing to do. I knew this person who told me about someone who would lend me the money to put into the bank so no one would know about my gambling. I took my friend up on his offer and contacted the man. He leant me the money, but I had to promise two things: one, to pay all the money back and two…." He sighed. "And two, my daughter's hand in marriage."

Goku looked at Chi-Chi. "Are you married, Chi?"

She nodded pathetically. "Yes, but he doesn't care about me." Chi-Chi looked away, finding the carpet more interesting. "I didn't want to, but he gave me no choice."

"It was either marry him or he would kill you, Goku," Ox King added, shaking his head. "It's my entire fault, Chi-Chi. I should have never gotten you involved. And now, Gohan is gone."

His daughter stood and walked to him. "No, it's not, daddy," she said, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his arm. "I don't blame you for anything."

"You shouldn't blame yourself either."

"I know." She looked at the group again, then continued with the story, "I moved and married the man. I didn't find out I was pregnant a month after I sent Goku the divorce papers. The man didn't want anything to do with me. He only wanted me as a prize to show his friends. I was only one of his trophy wives." She smiled at her next words, "Giving birth to Gohan was the best thing that happened at that time. He was the light to all my darkness. He never cared if I made a mistake. But I did make one, though. I never told him who his father was. Gohan asked many times, but I never said one word.

"Goku is Gohan's father. I knew that if I told Goku when he first asked me who Gohan's father was, then the man would find out. I didn't want that to happen." Chi-Chi sniffed. "Gohan was taken because I came back. He made me swear to never come back to Orange Star County, but I couldn't stay away. It's my fault Gohan's gone."

"No, it's not," Bulma said, smiling at her friend. "I would have done the exact same thing, Chi."

Ju nodded, "Me too."

Goku was in deep thought as the group was conversing. He blinked, looking at Chi-Chi. "Who is he?"

"What?" she asked startled at having been interrupted from talking to Bulma.

"Who is he?" Goku repeated, "The man you married?"

"Everyone only knows him as Frieza."

DRAGONBALL Z

Time Ended: 1:32 A.M Central

Now, everyone knows the truth. The next chappie will mainly focus on Gohan and Piccolo's predicament. The two find that they have a lot in common.

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