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A/N: Thanks for being so patient with me guys. I've been really busy at work recently but I am currently on holiday so will be typing furiously to get this story written.

Chapter 20

On Their Heads

Yamcha stared at the screen in front of him. It was all he'd been able to do for the last three weeks. He felt lost and helpless, knowing that the Saiyans were locked away. He was waiting, waiting for the soldiers to come for him. He had no idea what was going on. The Earth's Special Forces had gone into lockdown. They weren't communicating, cutting the ties swiftly before more of them were discovered. Piccolo hadn't left the Lookout since the night the soldiers had attacked Capsule Corp. Tien and Chiaotzu were still hidden in the mountains and Yajirobe was also in hiding. Yamcha wished he could just disappear, but like Bulma he too was in the public spotlight. To vanish so suddenly would arouse suspicion and he knew he was already high on the most wanted list for his connection to Bulma and Goku as well as the fact he was married to Ima.

Today was the day it seemed. The news had revealed that Ima was 'a dangerous alien' and that the army had been forced to take her out when she turned violent. Yamcha's stomach turned. They were lying. Lying and not telling the world that other, far more dangerous aliens were the ones behind Ima's death. He had heard cars pull up outside his building a few minutes before and could sense the Ki's of his neighbours swiftly leaving the premises. They had come for him. It had taken them long enough to work it out. He could hear someone breathing outside his front door. 'Well,' he thought, 'I'm right here, come and get me.' He put down his spoon and pushed his food away from him. Seconds later, his door flew open and in poured soldiers dressed in black armour. Yamcha just looked at them with a blank expression save for a sneer aimed at Videl Satan who was stood in the hallway, a sorrowful look on her face.

Meanwhile in South City…

"Get in, get out…" Krillin muttered to himself as he kept his head down, "Get in, get out…" Typical, just when he wanted to get his supplies and go, the store was packed. He pulled his baseball cap further down over his face to hide his identity. He and his friends may have gone into lockdown but that didn't mean they weren't being looked for. He paused in the aisle for a moment and looked over his shoulders. No one seemed to be following him. He reached out and grabbed the packet he needed before turning and quickly headed for the cashier. He paid all without a hitch. 'Mission complete,' he thought to himself, 'that was easy.' He grinned as he walked out the store. His grim faltered. How had he missed that? A road block twenty feet down the road complete with helicopters watching the sky. Right in the direction he needed to go. A soldier at the road block met Krillin's gaze. Krillin quickly looked away as he saw the soldier peer at a poster next to him. He turned and marched in the opposite direction. He heard the soldier's voice behind him, "I've got a visual on suspect twenty aka Krillin. He's heading north on Main Street, on foot."

Shit! He'd been recognised. He picked up his pace slightly but could feel the soldier and several others begin to tail him. Double shit! One of the soldier's radios crackled and they responded.

"Krillin!" a voice called. Krillin froze. He could almost feel the soldier's weapon pointing at the back of his neck. He'd seen the news. He'd seen those things take down Goku and Vegeta. He clenched his fist but otherwise didn't move a muscle. He could feel the soldier advancing on him. Civilians were being held back at either end. Damn these guys moved fast. Krillin was stood stock still in the middle of the road, being watched by hundreds of eyes. He felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. He looked at it. It was the soldier's hand. "Bad move, pal," Krillin muttered. The hand was suddenly wrenched from him. Krillin heard the soldier scream as he was tossed across the road. Krillin looked up and saw Gohan stood next to him. "Time to go," Gohan said.

"Really? You think so?" Krillin mumbled sarcastically as he saw the other soldiers staring dumbfounded at Gohan's Super Saiyan form. Krillin took a couple of running steps before he took off. Gohan paused a moment longer, but it was a moment too long. One of the other soldiers took a shot. He felt a searing pain as the bullet entered his lower leg.

"Gohan!" Krillin cried, expecting to see Gohan fall to the ground. But he didn't. His hair and eyes flickered back to their normal colour and he dipped a couple of feet but he stayed airborne.

"But…how…" Krillin asked. Gohan shook his head as his face screwed up in pain.

"Let's just get the hell out of here!" he barked and the pair took off, quickly losing the helicopters.

"What do you mean 'it didn't work'?!" General Greed screamed. Kami, Videl hated it when he literally screamed at her.

"Exactly what I said, sir," she said firmly, "Son Gohan was shot with a Hakai bullet but was still able to fly."

"How the hell was that possible?" Greed continued to scream, "That Hakai stuff is supposed to block them from accessing their Saiyan strength! The Saiyans themselves gave us it!"

"Perhaps that's the problem," Videl suggested, "He's not Saiyan. He's a Hybrid."

"Perhaps you're right," said Greed, now much calmer, "I should tell the Saiyans."

"No," said Videl quickly.

"No?!" asked Greed, "I'm already holding back that our prisoners can do this 'Super Saiyan' transformation from King Kuda and Puchin. Now you want me to fail to tell them that the Hybrids are partially immune to the effects of the Hakai?"

"Information is power," Videl stated, "And they already have a physical advantage over us. I say, we keep this to ourselves until absolutely necessary."

"You have a plan there Satan?"

"Yes sir," she replied, "Have the Briefs woman work on getting around the Hybrid's immunity. She should do it if we say it is to bring her son in safely. Trunks is headstrong like his father, goes in all guns blazing."

"And then what?" Greed asked, intrigued.

"Well, I say we get the public involved," said Videl, "Circulate the faces of the fugitives on prime time news. Have the public find them. Then, when they've been found, we tell the Saiyans about the Hybrids immunity. We'll send them in. The Hybrids will turn Super Saiyan; rip Kuda and his men apart. Then we give them a dose of the new Hakai, load them onto a ship and blast them off into space. Problem solved. No more Saiyans on Earth."

Oh yeah?" said Greed, "What if they decide to come back?"

"Why should they? They'll have nothing to come back to," Videl said firmly. Greed grunted.

"Fine," he said, "We'll do it your way. You know them far better than the rest of us." Videl barely supressed a grin. Yes, the plan was coming together perfectly.

"What do you mean I can't speak to the Kai?" King Kai spluttered.

"I'm sorry," said the steward, "But the Grand Supreme Kai is busy. Haven't you heard about what's happening on Earth?"

"OF COURSE I HAVE, YOU IDIOT! WHAT DO YOU THINK I WANT TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT?!" King Kai yelled.

"Well, there's no need for that," mumbled the Steward.

"No, wait, I…oh nuts!" King Kai mumbled as the Grand Supreme Kai's steward vanished before his eyes, "Me and my mouth." He let out a sigh.

"I wish Goku was still here," he whispered, "He'd have managed to talk his way in."

"You're leaving?" Krillin asked, leaning against the door frame of Kame House's only bedroom.

"Yes," said Gohan as he pulled things into a backpack.

"Do you think that's wise?"

"Wiser than staying here," said Gohan, "We can't hide our ki forever. And when one of us slips up, and believe me, one of us will, the Saiyans will be banging on your door. We need to leave, for everyone's safety."

"Where will you go?" Krillin asked.

"I don't know, maybe Mount Paozu, maybe Dende's," Gohan said as he folded up some of the baby clothes 18 had fetched from a thrift store for Kabu.

"If you go to Dende, he should be able to hide your ki so you can all let off some steam," said Krillin, "But what about Kabu? The Lookout is a long way away from anything. What will you do when you run out of diapers?" Gohan paused for a moment and looked over at the diapers in the corner.

"I don't know," he mumbled, "I'll beg, borrow, steal, anything. But we can't stay here. South City made it abundantly clear. They aren't just looking for us; they're looking for every single one of the Z fighters. If we stay together, we'll get caught together, and then it'll all be over. And she will have won."

"And by 'she', you mean whom? Videl?" Krillin knew he'd hit the nail on the head when the young father's shoulders tensed.

"Look, Gohan, I know what it looked like, her being at Capsule Corp when your dad was taken, and then again at Yamcha's place," said Krillin, "But did you ever stop to think that maybe…"

"I don't want to hear it Krillin," Gohan spat as he shoved a few more clothes into the pack, "She's dead to me, and if I ever find her, she will be dead. She betrayed us all. I let her know all my secrets and she sold them all to the highest bidder at the first opportunity."

"Ok, ok," said Krillin, raising his hands, "I just want to remind you that there are two sides to every story before you do something you later regret." He turned to leave.

"Krillin, wait," Gohan called. Krillin slowly turned around.

"I wanted to thank you," Gohan said, "You could have turned Appura and me away when we showed up on your doorstep at three in the morning. You could have told us you were protecting your family and we would have understood. But you didn't. You took us in." Krillin walked over and sat down next to Gohan on the temporary bed. He leant forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

"Gohan," he said, "I would never have turned you away. You are my family. Your Dad, he's my brother in everything except blood. I know that if anything were to happen to me, and 18 were on the run with Marron, your Dad would take them in in a heartbeat. Now remember kiddo, if you need anything, come to me. And we'll try to avoid another South City incident, ok?" Gohan smiled for the first time since they had run from the house.

"Thanks Krillin," he said.

"You're welcome, buddy," replied Krillin.