A/N: Hi there! Thanks for all the lovely reviews I got for the prologue and without further ado... let's go! Finally after nearly three friggin' months... ahem... Saiyan God: I couldn't send the song to you since the ff net didn't display your e-mail on the review, sorry. And by the way, this kinda set somewhere in Middle Ages and my made up fantasy land.

Diclaimer: I don't own Nightwish's song nor DBZ... BUAAH!

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Chapter I – Free

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The woman sighed dejectedly and brushed her long, silky raven hair behind her ear. Few locks of her hair had escaped from the the neat bun and the blowing wind lazily played with them. With slight irritation she pinned the last wet cloth to the rope. It was windy day so the laundry would dry quickly and smell fresh afterwards. She smiled at the fact, dark depths of her eyes momentarily happy. Her pale skin slightly tanned from the sun she was quite exquisite looking woman even after giving birth.

" Mommy! Mommy! Look!" A child's voice shouted, filled with life and enthusiasm of youth. " Mommy where are you!"

" Gohan, I'm here," ChiChi yelled and watched with loving eyes as her only son ran towards her with something tightly clenched in his tiny fist. With his lively black eyes and disheveled black hair he was almost a carbon copy of his father... ChiChi felt a twinge of longing as she looked at her son, Gohan. A sad smile caressed her lips. It had been nearly ten years and the secret weighted heavily in her heart, and at the same time it was something that gave her the strength and power to keep going.

" Mom, look what I found!" Gohan opened his fist to reveal a quartz stone, a pretty and shiny one at that.

" Oh, Gohan, it's beautiful."

" You like it mom? Then I'll give it to you!" Gohan said, his young black eyes shining with child's unconditional love. ChiChi felt warm mother's love filling her soul and she gently took the stone. " I'll treasure it forever," she promised and Gohan beamed. ChiChi picked up the empty laundry basket and petted her skirt into proper order and she and Gohan set for their home.

" You think father would like if I gave him a shiny stone like that?" Gohan asked her timidly and ChiChi almost dropped the basket in shock.

" I- I don't know... it never hurts to try, anyway," she stuttered while trying to keep the words so much wanting to come past her ruby lips and reveal it all. Yes, Gohan. You're father would love it... your real father at least... She sighed at the thought.

" Oh my lord, my Lady!" came a startled scream and a plump maid run from the huge mansion's kitchen door to greet ChiChi angrily.

" My Lady! How many times I have to say do not do chores! Those are for maids and servants not for such noble Lady as yourself! I don't know what kind of foolishness has possessed your mind, my Lady, but noble women do not, I repeat do not do laundry!" the woman huffed and puffed and ChiChi had to keep form laughing. They had been thru this so many times already...

" I do it because it want... because I like helping around. You know that, Sibylla." ChiChi and Gohan watched the interchange with curiosity. His mother was highly influential baron's wife, a baroness, and yet she wore simple clothes, did chores and talked with servants like they were her friends. Always when he asked her why she just smiled that mysterious, loving smile. Gohan could sense it was not entirely for him, but it wasn't for his father either.

Sibylla sniffed desperately, wringing her hands on her apron. " There's just no changing you, is there? You'll probably stop only when Go---" She gasped realizing her mistake and ran to the kitchen yelling I left something in the oven! ChiChi had paled considerably while she almost had slipped 'his' name in front of Gohan.

" That lady is always so weird..." Gohan muttered, his face crunched up.

" She... Sibylla is just... okay, I admit it too: she's plain weird!" ChiChi giggled, covering her earlier startle. Sibylla was the only one who knew the truth aside from herself. Haruka Gohan, the son of Baron Yamcha and Baroness ChiChi was actually Son Gohan, son of Son Goku, once so mighty captain of an army... ChiChi face flushed with anger. She and Goku had been lovers for god knows how long and then her father had suddenly announced she were to be married to Haruka Yamcha, a rich Baron. Goku and Yamcha had been bitter rivals; Yamcha jealous over his achievements and battle skills and he just irked Goku in the wrong way.

Walking inside Gohan in two, she felt incredibly tired. If Yamcha ever found out... horrible things would come to happen and well, the positive side would be that she'd get to flaunt with the fact that Gohan was Goku's son! It was incredible luck that Goku and Yamcha were both dark-haired and dark-eyed men. Even after ten years of forced marriage, she loved Goku with all her heart. Her distaste and hate for Yamcha had only increased along the years but she tolerated him Gohan's sake.

Every smuggled letter from him was a treasure he'd give everything over and over again. ChiChi still didn't know how they had managed to keep their relationship secret from their own families and other people; very few people knew about them being lovers. Only Sibylla, originally the cook for the Ox family, knew and that was because she had caught them half-dressed and in very much intimate position in ChiChi's old home when they had sneaked in and thought none was awake. She promised silence because she really didn't approve of any other man with ChiChi and forbidden love sure kept things interesting. Then there was Kuririn, Goku's most trusted subordinate, unfortunate enough to catch them in the captain's tent in very much passionate kiss in very much intimate position...

She blushed heavily, her skin tingling at the memory of his fierce kisses on her mouth and neck, liquid fire of his passion...

" Mom? Your face is red and you're breathing funnily!" Gohan told her, looking worried and curious at the same time. ChiChi laughed nervously and embarrassed.

" Just little hot here, isn't it? Now run along. Wash up before dinner, okay?" she ordered gently and Gohan went his merry way to prepare for dinner happy at the thought of food. Now that takes after Goku...! she thought dryly. Glancing at the clock in the hallway she growled. Yamcha would be home soon but no way in hell she'd change into something pretty for him!

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ChiChi and Gohan were both neatly seated in the dinner table waiting for the head of the house to arrive. Many maids were ready to serve them and very pale at what their rebellious Lady was wearing once again. A simple peasant dress blue of color; shabby and quite ill-fitting. The baron was going to have the biggest cow in the country when he'd see his dear wife. To the servants it looked like their Lady's whole life purpose was just to piss of the man in worst ways possible. The door to the grand dining room flew open and Baron Yamcha marched in, breathing hard in agitation, all red in the face. Either the war going on was going badly or he was just having another bad day... ChiChi couldn't care less if he got shot dead in the war and was actually disappointed to see him striding in like that.

He reached the table and slammed his fist down and cracked the table with his force. ChiChi and Gohan jumped at the violent display but were silent without comment. Yamcha was formidable warrior on his own but very few in the whole kingdom could ever hope to match up the level of Son Goku, ChiChi thought evilly and decided to open her mouth.

" Yamcha... what it is?" she asked bored and Yamcha's eyes bore into her and flew open in shock.

" ChiChi! What on earth you are wearing?" he demanded, definitely pissed off. His wife was the most beautiful one in the whole country and she wore rags?

" Clothes, I believe," she answered calmly and Yamcha counted to ten. This rebelliousnesses just made her so undesirable...

" Anyway... you can't believe it! That bastard, that bastard has gotten out! He was supposed to rot in prison for the life time but Prince Vegeta pardoned him to only ten years! He's free! That bastard... he... he..." Yamcha seethed through clenched teeth. Gohan was scared of his father's outburst and looked at his mother for support. His mom was always so calm in this kind of situations... or usually was. Gohan's eyes widened. Now she was extremely pale.

" You mean 'him'?" she whispered barely audibly, shaking with the emotion.

" Yes, him! Captain Son Goku has gotten out!" Yamcha spat and ChiChi fainted on the spot one last thought spinning in her mind. He's free! Goddamn he's free! Oh yes, he's free...!

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He stood in the shade of the alley. It was already night and the wind blew with chilliness of dead itself. His face was pale and sunken and he was only a frail picture of what he once had been. A disciplined soldier with physique to match. Well, not exactly that disciplined, if he remembered right all the stunts he had pulled. A dark reminiscing smile pulled his lips and he chuckled. He had been free for a day and in day's time he had learnt all he had missed during those agonizing ten years. Nothing had changed, expect prince Vegeta was now in charge because his father was deathly ill and a civil war had broken out. The country's troops were being badly beaten by neighboring countries and peasants.

" Could probably use my help..." Goku muttered smugly. He eyed the door of the local pub with bitter eyes, plan beginning to to form in his hardened mind. First, he needed better clothes, money, weapons and to get himself back into shape after his long lasted confinement. Before he had all those there was no way he could ever get back what was his! ChiChi was his! The honor the baron had belonged to him!

His family had abandoned him the moment he had been sent to jail. Even before that they had despised his choice of being soldier instead of becoming Lord of the Son clan. Goku snorted, his black eyes gleaming dangerously. He's take everything back and make Yamcha pay! A purpose in his stride he slipped inside the pub. His nose was assaulted with mixed smell of beer and sweat and he smiled darkly. Smelt whole lot better than rotten food and rat shit. Unnoticeable, slinking into a secluded corner, he began surveying the life buzzing around him. Whores and bar maids served drinks and company and drunk soldiers and workers got drunk.

No rumour escaped his ears as he updated himself to happenings and such and an amused smile stayed on his face as he heard the latest gossip.

It was about him.

The legendary Son Goku was rumoured to be free and dangerous.

Sure in hell he was and that would become a fact. Soon, very soon.

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A/N: It was a long wait, but I found my spark for this story again... I have so much planned out for this! Review if you see fit! Ja ne!