A/N: Here's the next chapter! Beware...It's violent...

And when speaking japanese it's bold, ok?

Chapter III - Training

A foot mashed at Goku's face snapping his head back sending him flying uncontrollably, too much in pain to concentrate his chi, and then a fist was buried into his guts. Blood and saliva came bursting out of his mouth splattering on the floor as the heavy internal damage was dealed upon him. He hung limply in the air clutching Dodoria's fist with his good arm while the other hung limply and broken, face twisted in agony, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.

All Goku could feel was unbearable pain searing through him almost making him black out and slip in blissful state of unconsciousness. This was supposed to be training. The 'training' was more like brutal murdering attempt to Goku. The Saiya-jin had long ago come to conclusion these people had extremely twisted sense of it.

Dodoria threw him on the floor and Goku was seeing white again and his mouth opened in silent scream of agony. More like feeling than seeing the foot coming crushing down toward his chest Goku used every inch of his remaining strength and flipped over gritting his teeth in pain tasting the coppery taste of blood in his mouth,finally becoming aware of its unfortunate existence in there. He thanked dearly his chi sensing and suppressing ability.

A kick! The Saiyajin put his arm to cover his already broken ribs from the kick aimed to them. A scream of pain escaped his lips as he felt the bones break soundly and the force of the kick still bruised his broken ribs more. 'Chikuso!' Goku swore mentally and used every ounce of his will to push away the pain.

Zarbon flipped him over with his foot and placed it on his bruised ribcage smirking sadistically down at him, his sharp fangs showing. Dodoria also watched in mild interest, smirking ruefully. Beating Saiya-jins had always been so much fun. Dodoria was almost sad that they were gone, planet being blown up and all. There used to be so much those mokeys around...

" Well Saiyajin…ready to give up?" he asked the Saiya-jin male gasping in pain and lack of breath underneath his leg. Both his arms were broken, looking unnatural and blood was running freely from his nose, mouth and several cuts and burns covering mainly his naked upper body. Goku's given clothes had been torn away a while ago and the training room's walls and floor was stained with his blood.

As an answer Goku glared sharply and murderously growling in defiance despite the pain and spit blood and saliva at the green aliens face. The hell if he was going to be beaten by a green hussy-man!( He had at the first glance at Zarbon defined him as vain pretty-boy ) Besides the wounds Piccolo had inflicted upon him had been worse. And like he couldn't take pain.

Zarbon's face trasformed into mask shock and disbelief and then in barely contained anger. Zarbon had always prided himself of being patient and calm; the sheer manifestation of warrior's two most needed quality, but even he was beginning to lose his nerve with this certain specimen. Week ago, the spitting wouldn't have gotten any reaction from him, but being spat on saliva and blood by the same man two weeks srtaight every fucking day... In rage he kicked Goku sharply in the face knocking him out.

The pink fat blob smirked." He got you. I'd say the monkey is getting better even after two weeks…"

" Shut up Dodoria! If you hadn't noticed, he always manages to spit on me! We haven't made that much of progress! That damn attitude is still there! It has to removed!" Zarbon almost screamed in frutration, agitated wiping the blood off his face. He and Dodoria had no scratch on them but still that Saiyajin had managed to actually hit them. With his powerlevel it was theoretically and practically impossible. The scouter didn't pick his energy signal fast enough and sometimes it didn't even pick it up which irked them both to no end. How could it be possible for a scouter not to pick up his powerlevel at such close distance? They had checked and repaired and gotten new scouters, but the problem still stayed. Like virus without antidote or cure.

" Let's get him a regeneration tank. The day's training is over." Zarbon spoke his teeth clenched and picked the Saiyajin up none too gently. He could almost see that face smirking at him mockingly. Zarbon kicked the open, not bothering to open it, and walked out laughing Dodoria at his heels.

He hated Saiya-jins.

Gohan sat on the metal bed attached to the wall. It was gloomy and gray place and Gohan was scared, though not as much as before. There were three other beds too. One above the one Gohan was sitting on and two on the other side of the room. The sheets were rough material and dirty and the little semi-Saiya-jin guessed they had in somepint been white and soft. And that was probably fifty years ago. Gohan drew his knees up to his chin and pinced his nose. The whole room smelled like old blood and sweat.

The only thing that brought little soothing to him was his father's scent that lingered around the room. Him, Goku and Raditz, and some other two persons resided in this room, thou he hadn't seen those other two yet. Something about being on a mission.

The last two weeks (he had kept the count of the days with his otousan) events had been mind startling to put it bluntly. He'd been kidnapped by his ojisan and beaten up by him, then him and Tousan had found themselves in a weird room all healed up and naked. Not that much after that sompletely alieb looking men had dragged them away and told Goku his training would begin soon. They had laughed loudly and smugly, leaving them in this room. His Tousan was supposedly trained to be a planet purger and no one cared what he did, thoug he had heard he himself was also to become planer renovator too. His ojisan had hesitantly and not really willingly started training him. First he had hated him but now he was beginning to understand why he had kidnapped them. Raditz really didn't have had much choice in that matter.

Gohan had soon fond out, that even if Raditz chi was awesomely high, it was pathetic compared to the very elites of Frieza's army. His ojisan was constantly being picked on, sneered at and despised greatly. Gohan had also learnt what was this place. It was the main headquarters of Frieza's army and the strongest standing fortress in the Northern part of the Universe.

The door hissed and opened. Gohan turned his head quickly to the sound ready to make use of his minimal fighting skills if needed and Goku, even after recovering, stumbled half-dead in, falling on his knees, panting from strain.

"Dad! You okay?" Gohan immediately rushed to help his father to stand and lay on the uncomfortable bed.

" It's okay Gohan...don't worry...it's okay..." Goku panted trying to reassure his four year old son that there was no mortal danger to him. It would need lots of convincing since he looked like a train had hit him full on.

" Honto ni?" (Really?)

" Hai…" Goku closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping the pain in bearable limits. Gohan climbed on top of him hugging him the best he could and began sobbing in his chest. He missed his mommy and the safety of their own house at the gentle shade of Mt. Paozu. And he was still only four year old kid...

"Shh...Gohan...I'm okay.." Goku hugged the child soothingly.

" Tousan…boku…wakarinai! Nazeta…" ( Dad...I..don't understand! Why...)

The Saiyajin stroked reassuringly his son's black wild hair and curled his tail around him. This seemed to calm down the scared child a little. He had gotten his tail back after couple of healing times in regeneration tank. Though the timing was very far off of the good moment for growing back since it provided his enemies a great wek spot, Goku was happy to have the furry appendage back.

Goku thought where their future was going and it didn't look that good. And the environment was… breaking. Spirit taking. It encouraged to give. The simple and small living quarters and boring dirtiness of everything almost demanded for you to submit. You didn't matter. You were disposable, extendable. The adult Saiyan-male had heard some conversations where the men were dreaming of the upper floors where everyhting was carpeted with warm red and walls were white like in royal palace and the elites had an access to Frieza's harem, which was rumored to be every man's paraside. Goku had noted the lack of female population and lately found out, that Frieza didn't allow women into his army.

He silently made a promise to protect Gohan even if it cost his life. Goku really couldn't blame his brother anymore after living a week in this hellhole himself.

Fear, violence and blood were the words of the day. It was the survival of the fittest. Fittest would survive and the weak would die. And the lack of women really didn't imrpove things any. Men were cranky and jealous of the elites and got easily into fights. It was actually devious, he concluded. Almot every soldier trained to achieve the respected status of an elite and gain better living grounds. It kept the army together. There was easily tens of thousands warriors and what if...

" Gohan, listen to me. As long I am alive I'm there to protect you, you understand?" Goku started hesitantly. Gohan nodded starting to feel sleepy in his fathers arms.

" We're not on Chikyuu anymore, musuko. I can't promise you that we see it or our friends ever again. I miss kaasan as much as you do. They're trying to break us, to make us like everyone else in here. Gohan, we have to be strong, fight until we drop and die, before becoming one of them. I know this is and will be hard for you, but we'll make it. And if you ever want to cry you can come to me and cry, okay? From now on we must try to be like them." Gohan listened intently placing his every word in his soul and mind. He was beginning to realize that his otousan was the only person who he could fully trust and was not going to kill him. But the thought of...

" Demo Tousan! You said that-" Gohan exclaimed little fearfully and Goku interrupted.

" I didn't say to become like them. To be like them. Act like them, wakarimasu ka? (Understood?) Never really be like them."

Gohan frowned but broke out in smile. He knew what to do. But then frowned again.

" Tousan? Why ojisan Raditsu is so cold and why did he took us away? I've tried to understand but…."

" Gohan, we've been here almost two weeks. How has it been?" Goku asked quietly. The little half-breed bit his lip.

" …Hard."

" Exactly, gaki… We've been here two weeks when he's been here almost fifteen years… wakarimasu ka?"

" Hai! Wakatta!" (I understand!) Gohan smiled again. He was beginning to understand. Even a little. And undertsnading something new is really thrilling for children. Now all he had to do was to remain as strong as possible. And his father was there…

" And Gohan? Be a child that you're." The adult Saiyajin said suddenly after a little break.

" Hai Tousan." Gohan smiled. How his Tousan always managed to make things look good…he didn't know but it felt good to have him with him. And besides, now that he thought of it, there was definitely no homework!

Goku seeing his musuko smiling, smirked and began tickling him. Gohan began giggling and squirming trying to get away as Goku's lightning fast fingers poked hsi ribs. Gohan shrieked in laughter uncontrollably and tears flowed from hsi black eyes. It felt damn good to laugh.

" Hah hahahaa Stop Tousan! Don't hahaaa.. no! Heheeeheh hih haha no fair! Hii hii!"

" Not a chance, gaki!" Goku laughed affectionately and kept tickling.

Now...Review, please? I wrote this with a swollen and hurting wrist (I suspect it's fractured due the earlier fall onto the asfalt...) So yeah... I'm still immature about he use of japanese so 'don't like, don't review.' Flame me all you can but that's not gonna stop me from continuing.

See ya!