A/N: Hi there! Here's the new chapter! Thanks for all the lovely reviews; I hope you enjoy this one! Onwards!

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Chapter II – Who's Son Goku?

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Gohan gulped audibly in shock. His strong-willed mother had just fainted dead away at the mention of one measly name! He looked at his father's enraged face and then back to his mother. The maids were fanning their Lady and trying to wake her up. Gohan was very confused and scared. How could one name have such an impact on his mother and why his father looked like he was eating lemons?

Finally being able to act, he dashed to his mother, extremely worried. Yamcha only hit the table in frustration once again and mumbled something incoherent. The servants who weren't attending to their fallen Lady quickly fled. They had no intention of bearing the baron's wrath. They knew very well who Son Goku was: almost legendary Captain of the King's, nowadays Prince's, army. Cunning and all over charming man who more importantly was a bitter rival to Yamcha, the Baron.

" Father?" Gohan asked shakily. He didn't know his father that well and couldn't thus judge his temperament.

" What is it...?" Yamcha mumbled harshly, scaring Gohan even more.

" Who's Son Goku?" the child asked innocently, curiosity lacing his young voice.

" WHO? JUST WHO IS SON GOKU, YOU ASK! A NAME WHICH WILL NOT BE SPOKEN IN THIS HOUSE!" The baron yelled loudly, fury shaking his voice. Gohan jumped at the screaming and felt tears well up in his eyes for being yelled at. He was just asking an innocent question! With a litany of curses Yamcha turned on his heels and marched out.

" Feed the food to the dogs! I'm not hungry!" he ordered as he went, leaving fearful mayhem behind and the servants bowing apologizing at his wake. Gohan choked back his upset sobs and turned to inspect his unconscious mother. She was pale and looked ill to Gohan but Gohan swore there was a small happy, almost smug, smile playing on her lips.

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ChiChi opened her eyes wearily, keeping them still half-open. It was quite dusky in the room and a couple of lonely candles were lighting the area. She was laying on her own bed, in her own room. She had never even thought of moving to a same room with that bastard who called himself her husband so they had still their separate rooms. It was not uncommon for a couple to have own living quarters.

" Mom!" Gohan screamed right into her when he saw her awaken.

" Wah!" ChiChi exclaimed and jumped. She was now fully awake, blinking rapidly. All her previous thoughts came back in a rush and she couldn't help the victorious smile grazing her lips. Goku's free...!

" Mom, I thought you'd never wake up!" Gohan prattled on happily and hugged her hand. " Hey what's with the smile?" the spiky-haired child noted the weird expression on his mother's delicate face.

" Huh, Gohan? What smile?" she laughed little nervously her head still bit fuzzy with the emotional overload. She laughed dismissively, trying to avert he subject and added quickly, " How long I was unconscious?"

" Only few hours and don't try to change the topic, mom!" Gohan frowned stubbornly a hint of rudeness creeping into his voice. ChiChi's mouth opened and closed in shock. Gohan was never rude: the strict upbringing of mentors and teachers had taken care of that. For a moment her child had sounded just like her lover. Stubborness and shamelessness were characteristic of Goku, after all. (A/N: Oh C'mon... I just watched DB and in JV Goku really is rude, shameless, ignorant and quite temperamental child...) ChiChi pondered for a moment, not disturbed by Gohan's timidly demanding and intense gaze. God knows his real father could muster a stare far more intimidating. Goku was now free and that was a fact. He was also despite his easy-going and forgiving nature quite bitter towards Yamcha and he would stop at nothing less than Yamcha's utter and total downfall, ChiChi knew this. Goku was absolutely relentless when his mind was set. It certainly would do some good for Gohan to know somethings about Goku...

" Well? Mother please!" Gohan begged. He wanted to know what could be some great about a name! ChiChi sighed and smiled.

" Alright. You'll get your story and information. So sit quiet and interrupt me, you hear me young man?" ChiChi demanded and adjusted the covers and the pillow to a better position. Gohan nodded eagerly and without invitation jumped onto her lap. She let out a startled 'oof' as his weight hit her stomach but didn't reprimand him. Then she started.

" Son Goku... almost legendary strategist and as a warrior he was unbeatable. No one could beat him in martial arts, weaponry or hand-to-hand combat. He was a Captain to the King's army, well-know and respected by all the Generals and he was friends with Prince Vegeta. Goku never accepted any promotions in rank for he wanted to remain as a Captain of his army and be near and attend the battle, the reckless and fight-loving man that he was... God those little border scuffles were a blast! He was... well... he was amazing, extraordinary and completely unbreakable in spirit..." she gave a weirdly reminiscing laugh," He was quite the charmer but you won't find more rude and straightforward man anywhere else in the world...! He was a guy alright... There was only one problem... your father and Ya-uh Captain Goku were rivals. Yamcha didn't like him and his achievements and they fought quite often, Goku usually winning because he really didn't want to have a scuffle with the baron's son. Things were going great and I was married to you 'father' and then Son Goku was arrested and put to jail because of a murder... well... that's in short why Yamcha doesn't like his name spoken in his house. They were bitter rivals or at least now they both are..." Her voice gained a sand note and angry note in the end.

ChiChi stared with furious eyes at some far-away horizon, not really in this moment. Her eyes were thundering and Gohan swore he could see storm clouds and lightning bolts brewing in them.

" Okay..." he muttered, his mind suspicious. There were still few unexplained things in her tale and there were some loopholes wide enough to drive an army through. He may be innocent and child but he wasn't stupid. His young mind was pretty much caught on few slips of tongue and details he thought were far too personal like how in the hell did high-born-noble Baroness like ChiChi know Son Goku's personality so thoroughly?

Gohan was sure there was more to the story than his eccentric mother let on. It was like she had known, or knew, Son Goku in person. And what on earth did she mean with the words 'God those border scuffles were a blast'?

ChiChi suddenly seemed to realize she was daydreaming and told Gohan to scurry on. He still had the evening homework to be done on the Ancient Wars of the Chikyuu and Vegetasei, until the countries united to one big alliance and from there forming the current rule and country that was their homeland.

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Son Goku felt extremely bad but it couldn't be helped at the moment. He had left the bar after finding out the recent events and rumours and gotten around the task of bettering his current life situation. With one final shake of the collar of the poor innocent victim of his, he collected the money fallen to the ground. The young man was still half-conscious and Goku with an innocent smile and military salute decked the lights out of him. He didn't particularly like mugging helpless people but he needed money to get a start: clothes, living quarters, a new katana, food and drink and some quiet practice area where to get back into shape. The first fat wallet walking his way unfortunately was the poor noble bastard.

Goku was able to ease some of his guilt by thinking that at least no one knew it was him; careless young noblemen got robbed and mugged every other day. Counting his winnings while walking a satisfied grin caressed his mouth. Nearly 50 000 gold zeni! This young man really, Goku was quite sure of it, had been going to one of the most expensive and exquisite brothels in the whole West City of Chikyuu-Vegetasei and after that spend the money on illegal things on the black market. Goku may have been imprisoned for last ten years but youths still didn't change. Hell, he himself was still quite young, barely thirty years old.

With purpose on his steps that scared away all ordinary thugs and killers of the city, he headed along the dark streets, some of them lit by smoking torches to his dismay, towards a certain destination. It was time to pay a visit to an old friend. He just hoped his old friend hadn't moved anywhere. For once Goku hoped Kuririn would be able to save his ass and not vice versa or at least help him in someway.

He walked the dark and abandoned alleys, warding off occasionally some thugs that learnt the hard way just how powerful Son Goku was in his weakened and malnourished state. Soon arriving in the well-lit street in prosperous region, he sneaked into a port way and from there to a neat inner court of a small detached house. His dark eyes scanned the surroundings and with small smile he noted the wooden practice katanas and wooden staffs leaning on one corner. The small plate next the door read with neat letters Chestnut. Kuririn hadn't moved anywhere for Goku's fortune. Goku just didn't remember his subordinate being a good gardener. The flowerbeds and the miniature fountain in the inner court really weren't his style.

Judging by the soft light seeping through the closed window curtains his short friend was very much awake. Goku knocked the door confidently, thought nervous. He was not quite sure what kind of reaction he'd get. Kuririn if someone knew just how framed the murder had been. He knocked again feeling like imperial Guards could jump out and arrest him again if Kuririn didn't open soon. Of course Kuririn's position as his first-hand was well kept secret one could never be too cautious.

" Who the hell...!" Goku heard muffled muttering and the door opened quickly, nearly hitting him. The soft yellow light revealed a short, obviously well-muscled man, standing in the door way and looking suspecting. Goku was glad to note that Kuririn was as fit as ever and ready to attack at moment's notice if needed.

" Who the hell are you and what do you want at this time of night!" he demanded and Goku was slightly taken off balance by the fact his friend had head full of hair! Shaking his head, he slid off his hood he had on to keep him concealed and unrecognized. He smiled darkly, eyes glinting in the light.

" Hello Kuririn... long time no see, ey?"

The midget's eyes bugged out of his head and his face went pale as recognition took place.

" G-goku... Captain... how... impossible!" he whispered incredulously, staring with wide unbelieving eyes.

" Guess I should thank Vegeta for managing to shorten the verdict his father ordered... Can I come in?" Goku said with slight humour in his voice, which was much harsher and drier than Kuririn could remember. With numb nod Kuririn practically pulled him in and shut the door quickly.

" Goku! I can't believe it! I heard Son Goku had gained his freedom in the morning but I never thought... oh fuck it...!" Kuririn inspected his former officer and was shocked at what he saw. His hair was knotted and dirty, the black spiky locks reaching way past his shoulders. His face was pale and cheeks hollow, eyes tired and carrying a tint of bitterness in their dark depths. His clothes were rags and he was thin and frail looking, and Kuririn felt almost shame that this once so marvelous man was reduced to this. Son Goku was a pale shadow of what he had once been.

Goku felt little self-conscious under Kuririn's gaze but managed to give him a confident smirk. The shorter man only whistled, impressed, and Goku chuckled.

" Hmmh... I really was expecting you to seek me out but I guess I didn't take in account you'd get little out of shape in jail... I really had a picture in my head where you appear at my door in tip top condition, in your fighting clothes ready to kick certain baron ass..." Kuririn told him, looking quite thoughtful and holding his chin with his fingers. Goku's jaw almost dropped and then he glared.

" Well, sorry to disappoint you. I'll just march back and make an official complaint about the jail service ans facilities..." he sulked.

" I'm glad your sense of humour has gotten out of shape. I'd say it has gotten even better. Tell me, how many guards nearly killed you because of your thoughtless and rude, though very honest comments?" Kuririn inquired and Goku looked little ashamed and in typical embarrassed fashion scratched the back of his head. He then got serious again and so did Kuririn.

" Kuririn... I gotta ask you a huge favor, you know th---"

The short man held up his hand and grinned wildly. " Say no more, my friend! I know you just wanna kick Yamcha's baron ass, regain your honor and claim back your girl, right? I'll be, honestly, more than willing to help you. That Yamcha bastard is really way over his head, nowadays, y'know. Piss has really gone to his head but there are few people who dare to oppose him since the old King has him in such high regard. The few are namely you, me and Prince Vegeta." the short ex-subordinate informed him darkly.

" Help with what?" Came suddenly a female voice and Goku swiveled to see a slender woman with icy blue eyes and short blonde hair; a woman he definitely could of recognized everywhere.

" Juuhachi (18)?" he almost shrieked.

The woman looked momentarily stunned seeing a person in her house she barely recognized before regaining her cool exterior. " Son Goku. I was wondering when you'd appear..."

" But but... Juuhachi is... Kuririn what!" Goku stammered. Juuhachi was neighboring country's, General Gero's, top assassin along with her twin brother and they had fought many times in the past as enemies.

" Oh, I see you remember Juuhachi, Goku! She and I are married now so don't worry. Gero croaked five years ago courtesy of Juunana's (17) sharp wakizashi!" Kuririn announced gladly, trying to pull off an innocent act which wasn't swallowed by either one. " So we kinda married?"

" You married a former enemy?" Goku asked, eying Juuhachi suspiciously and yet disbelieving. Well, that explains the garden though...

" Coming from a guy who had a secret forbidden love affair with the daughter of the Ox family for a years who really was betrothed to the baron all time though she didn't know it, that statement is quite narrow-minded," Kuririn deadpanned and Juuhachi rose one delicate eyebrow.

" You had had a love affair with Baroness ChiChi?" she asked, shock clearly etched into her face.

" Just shut up about that, okay! I'll get her back; she was mine a long time before Yamcha even knew about her existence!" Goku declared hotly, his fists balling tightly, his knuckles going white. " That's why I need your help, Kuririn, Juuhachi. I still love her and I'm gonna disembowel and dismember the asshole for stealing my wife, honor and life from me! Help me get back into shape!"

" Wife? But Yamcha married her first..." Kuririn pointed out completely ignoring Goku's real meaning and Juuhachi backed him up with her hard and amused glare.

" That's not the point, you idiot, but for you knowledge I so bedded her first and we secretly married in Gingertown while in mission there. You remember when me and ChiChi went missing for few hours and you thought it was just one of our usual romps?" Kuririn nodded and the blonde bombshell's expression was slightly flushed. " There! Will you help me or am I forced to make you?" Goku demanded exasperatedly, almost in the verge of desperation, anger lacing his harsh voice.

Kuririn grinned mischievously. " Of course, Captain, but messing with you is just so much fun...!" Juu nodded and smirked her own cool smile. Goku growled: Kuririn still couldn't stop heckling him about ChiChi after all these years...

" But first you're gonna take bath, get your hair groomed or I won't let you even near our home, you hear me?" Juuhachi ordered and Goku smiled gratefully.

" Of course Ma'am." The flames of his hope were practically roaring to life. Soon ChiChi would be in his arms, soft body warming him at nights... His warrior princess would be his and his alone! You just wait Yamcha...! You'll pay and that payback is going to be one hellova bitch!

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A/N: Sorry the end is little boring but I just had to write that away. I promise there will be some G/CC in the next chapter! Review if you see fit! JA NE MINNA-SAN!