Wow, it's been a long time. And I am sorry for that. Honestly, I am not sure if this story will ever be finished or not, but at the same time we can hope for the best! Totally take another angle of the story then the original, but hope you like it all the same.

"::words::" talking though mind!

I don't own Dragonball Z, I'm not cool like that. But still review.


Hidden Bars

Owned

-Son Akito

It had taken them a few months, but the Z-gang was able to gather all seven dragonballs. Placing them in a circle, they raised their hands up to the sky.

"Come forth Dragon to grant my wish," Chi-chi had screamed, as the sky turned dark.

The Earth around them shook, as the seven dragonballs began to glow. They were so bright that the party had to shut their eyes. The lights danced in the sky, as the dragon was taking it's form.

Goten, who was in Bulma's arms, giggled and reached out towards the dragon. Trunks, who had been standing by his mother, held on to her leg in fear of the great being.

Krillin was standing next to Chi-chi, each time he saw the dragon form, he was amazed. He could never understand how the dragonballs came to be, but he was grateful that they were around for the sake of granting wishes.

Vegeta and Piccolo stood to the side, eyeing each other as the rest waited for the dragon to arise.

Once the lights turned into the dragon they had been waiting for, the wish granter breathed out, "You have summoned me, now tell me your wish so I may grant it."

"Dragon," Chi-chi screamed, raising her hands up higher, "Please grant me my wish."

The dragon breathed out, waiting for her to claim her wish.

"I wish that my son, Son Gohan, return to planet Earth."

The dragon eyes glowed, but only for a moment, "Your wish cannot be granted."

"What?" Krillin yelled, his eyes widen at the dragon's answer, "What do you mean he can't be wished back."

The dragon growled, "He is owned."

"What the hell does that mean?" Piccolo growled stared up at the dragon before him.

The dragon breathed out once again, his eyes blank as he looked down at the party before him, "The human of which you speak of, Son Gohan, has been claimed, and I cannot allow his return."

The party gasped at the dragon, this was their only hope. There was no way in telling where Gohan was, whatever they had put around the teenager's neck hid his chi, and without any trace of a chi...

There was nothing to be done.

"What does that mean?" Chi-chi whispered, staring into space, "Owned? I don't understand..."

"It means that he has been imprisoned," Vegeta walked up to the woman, "Vanlash owns him now; the Eastern Universe, it has different laws then this one, but they apply anywhere."

"But what does that mean," tears flew down the mother's eyes, as she looked up at Vegeta. She wanted to say more, but there as a thick lump in the back of her troat, and no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to speak.

Vegeta watched the woman break down in front of him, "It means...That granting that wish, would be illegal in the Eastern part of the Universe. To order to bring the kid back, you need permission from the owner."

"But, what about you Vegeta?" Krillin screamed, "Didn't the same thing happen to you with Frieza?"

Vegeta glanced over at Krillin, and the monk suddenly regretted asking that question.

"That was different," he shifted his eyes towards the dragon before him, "That kid is in a far worst place then I was."

The dragon growled at them, "Your wish was not able to be granted, do you have another?"

Everyone's eyes seem to focus in on Chi-chi. Once hearing Vegeta's words, the tears and her sadness couldn't stop. Everything about her son seemed to flash before her eyes. The moment his was born, the times that Gokuu and Gohan would play in the woods together, when she use to watch him study in his room, as he grew up right before her eyes. All that she could think about was the life that he lived with her on the Earth, and now that he was...

She couldn't bare it, she couldn't bare to think what was happening to him. He was in so much pain the last time she saw him, her Gohan had a huge burden that was never lifted. It was her fault that he felt that way. She remembered her son watching her cry for her husband, and all he was able to do was to listen to her.

When it was her that should have done the listening.

"Chi-chi," though her tears the mother saw her friend Bulma, she watched as Bulma tried her best to smile at her, "Is there another wish you want granted?"

She shook his head, "No," she sobbed, "I just want my Gohan-chan."

Bulma softly reached over the woman's shoulder to comfort her, Chi-chi didn't react, she didn't do anything but cry. Her child, her love, they were all gone and she was all alone.

"::Chi-chi::"

It didn't seem real, but a familiar voice flowed though her mind. It couldn't be true, she had thought, it couldn't be true that after so long she was hearing...

"Goku-sa," Chi-chi cried, "He's gone," she yelled to the skies, "They took our baby."

"::It will be alright Chi-chi, it's going to be alright."

"How?" It had seemed that Chi-chi was talking to herself, as the party glanced looks back and forth to one another, "We can't wish him back."

"::I'll look for him. I promise that I will find him.::"

"But you're gone too," and saying that out loud made the woman cry harder, she was shaking that Bulma handed Goten off to Krillin, grabbing hold of the broken mother, trying her best to clam the her down. The young baby watched his mother, and started to cry.

"::Wish me back, Chi::"

Then the crying had stopped, Chi-chi shot her head up, "Really? You want to come back?" She had dreamed that her husband would return to her.

Yet, not like this.

"::I won't let that monster have him,::" his voice became stern, as if he was getting into battle, which was a tone that Gokuu had never used on her, "::I won't allow it.::"

Chi-chi didn't respond to him, she shook her head softly, getting out of Bulma's grip, and walking up to the great dragon before her.

Everyone watched as the mother stood before the dragon, her face dried from the tears that she had cried just a few moments ago. Little Goten had stopped crying, as he watched his mother walk away and into the light the dragon was shining.

Chi-chi threw her hands up into the sky, reaching them towards the dragon. She shallowed, getting that lump out of the back of her troat. Her eyes stared straight into the eyes of the dragon. Inside the woman's eyes, there was a ray of hope.

The dragon watched the scenery before him, and waited for the human to grant it's wish.

"Dragon, please grant my wish," her voice was loud and deep, "Bring back the man I love, Son Gokuu, back from the dead."

The party gasped at her wish, hoping that the dragon could grant it.

Four years later...

"76646426," though the crowd of broken people, a teenager stepped up and walked toward the building. His eyes glanced behind him, watching as his owners turned their backs and walked away.

It was nice to get away from them every once in a while.

"Ah, you must be it," a man said as he grabbed the back of the teenager's collar, "Follow me."

He really didn't have a choice in the matter, and followed the man though the doors and into the building. Inside, there were people just like him, sitting along the walls. They were all waiting for their yearly check ups, yet when your owners where his, there was no waiting in line.

"So, what was it, ah yes, 76646426," the man had said, as they both entered the room together. The number sat down, watching as the man gathered his notebook and paper, "You know how this works right?"

He shook his head.

"You also know that you are able to express any violations if there are any," the man sat down across the teenager.

If he had shared a violation with the man...much worst things would come.

The collar left him weak, but also left him with no emotions. He looked down, rubbing the chains that were around his hands. They were heavy, a lot heavier then they use to be. The number had waited for man to begin the interview.

"Have your owners abused you past regulation?"

"No," his voice was dry, as if he had not talked in months.

The man nodded, writing down their conversation in his notebook, "Have your owners sexually abused you?"

"No."

"Have your owners broken any kind of law in the past year."

"No."

"Look," the man slammed his notebook down, "I can barely fucking hear you, speak up."

His eyes did not look past the chains, and he silently shook his head. The man picked up his notebook once again, "What does your collar do?"

This was a question that the number always had, and each and every time he wished that he was able to them what it did. Yet, he knew how the Eastern side worked, even if a law was broken, there were too many bad people to make it right again. He lifted his fingers and lightly touched the collar.

"It's a symbol," the teenager looked up, "Of ownership."

The man shook his head and laughed, "They all do something like that."

It didn't seem so funny to the number.

"I hate these fucking things," Vanlash growled, as he pushed the teenager in front of him, "You didn't tell them anything, did you?"

"No."

"Glad you finally learned the lesson," Vanlash looked down at the property before him, "We don't want another, problem, do we?"

He shook his head, the last thing he wanted was to have another problem.