Holy shit, I don't know what's coming over me! All of a sudden I must write Hidden Bars! Which totally rocks with me because I have had this story for years, and now it feels like it's getting on the right track. I even made a little story guide on how I want the story to go! Never done that before...

Anyway, I really hope that I can have the heart to finish this story. I always felt bad that it was incomplete. Maybe one day it won't be! I'm totally taking this story to a different angle, so don't be expecting a lot I had in the first one. Hope you like it all the same though.

Please read and review, I know I am pretty bad with the whole reviewing thing sometimes. But it always helps to hear how much you have enjoyed the story.

I don't own DBZ, yo

Last time on Hidden Bars:

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

"The human of which you speak of, Son Gohan, has been claimed, and I cannot allow his return."

"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."

"::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.::"

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

"76646426."

"What does your collar do?"

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


Hidden Bars

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-Son Akito

They always stood by and watched.

Not once did they ever help him, not once.

Even when his life was at stake.

He knew they didn't care of him as a human being, the collar proved that. The beatings proved that. The past years have shown that they did not once care about him. He was nothing but a tool to them; yet there had been many times that the tool has almost been broken.

And even he knew they would be lost without him.

The teenager was faced with an army of people, he glanced back at the four behind him, who watching him intensely. He turned back around to face the people, a part of him didn't want to do what he was about to do.

The collar didn't give him a choice in the matter, he didn't even remember what a choice felt like. He couldn't remember what anything felt like. Something within the collar around his neck suppressed him of feelings, all that was around him was numbness.

"Stop it, please," the people cried.

"Save us, someone." they screamed as their bodies were burned in his chi.

He attacked the army, he attacked the cities, he killed innocent men, women and children who were only protecting their homes. Within a blink of an eye, they vanished from site and into thin air. Their ashes circling around him, before hitting the ground and being swept away by another attack.

Once his mission was completed, he stared blankly at the ruined land. Trying to place a feeling, trying to place a thought, but nothing came to him. No matter how hard he tried, all he was able to do was watch as everything around him was fading away.

"I will kill you," before he was able to turn around, a man from the world he had just destroyed grabbed him from behind and began to chock him, "You will pay for what you have done."

His eyes glanced back at the man before him, as he grabbed on to his arm, "I'm sorry," his voice was hollow and empty.

"You're sorry?" The man screamed, "That's all you can say after you killed my family, my home, my world. You are nothing but a monster. Don't insult me with your apology," The man tighten his grip around the teenager.

"Should we do it?" Tomack grinned at Weller as he saw the man attacking their pet, "You'll know it will be a lot of fun."

Weller looked up at Vanlash, "Have a problem with it?"

Vanlash laughed, "Why would I give a damn?"

Then, something was happening to him, the grip the man had around him was getting tighter. His breathing was slowing down, his heart was racing...

They had changed his power level.

The man watched the teenager turned blue, "I'm going to end your life, murder, it's the least you deserve."

And all of a sudden, he had felt something. It was a feeling that he couldn't describe with words. Whatever feeling it was, it over came him. Covered his body, his mind, his heart with this one feeling. It overtook him, leaving him helpless to follow it's instincts.

"Go right ahead," he whispered to the man, as his voice expressed itself fully with the feeling, "I deserve it."

"What do you mean?" The man asked, not letting go of his grip, he glanced at the teen in confusion.

He coughed out, trying to get a breath of air, as he half heartily smiled up at the man, "I've done so many horrible things."

He started feeling weak, his knees giving out and crashing to the ground.

The man loosen his grip, and stared down at him. Something inside of the man felt sorry for the teenager in his grip. The man hesitated on what to do, as he began to shake. He shook his head, "I can't kill you," he whispered.

The teenager looked at him, confusion written all over his face, "Why?" he finally breathed out as the man let go of him.

The man couldn't answer, as the teenager stood on his feet to face the man. He saw a look in that man's eyes he had never seen before, "But–I..."

Before he was able to finish, a beam of light flashed behind the man. The teenager watched as the man's head slowly slide off his shoulders. He gasped at the sight of the man's blood.

"What the fuck was that?" Rexter screamed, walking up to the teenager, "Were you talking to that thing?"

He didn't answer her, he didn't even know where he was anymore, all he could watch is that man's blood covering the floor. Soon, everything left him; his strength, the feeling, everything.

The collar was back to normal, leaving him to feel nothing but numbness.

Rexter punched the teenager across the face, causing him to fall over backwards. She grabbed him by his shirt before he hit the ground, "Your job is to plug the world, not to make friends with it's beings."

She hit him again, and all he could do was feel the physical pain of her strike.

Vanlash appeared by her side, as Tomack and Weller followed behind. They stared at the teenager at first, before turning to each other.

"What kind of punish seems fit for this, insanity?" Rexter asked, eyeing Vanlash with a grin across her face.

Vanlash eyed the teenager, before returning Rexter's glance, "He needs to feel it," Vanlash began to laugh, "You heard me, you're gonna feel it tonight," he picked up the teen by his shirt, and he threw him a few feet back.

It hurt once he hit the ground, as he winced in pain. He tried getting up, he put all his power into it. But, they didn't give him enough to stand on his own.

"Go get him Tomack," Vanlash called, as the other two began to walk back to the ship, "Weller set the settings so you can have some fun with him."

Tomack laughed, as he jogged to the teenager, "You got it, Vanlash."

Hours later...

The color red filled the room; even when he closed his eyes, all he saw was that horrible redness.

He fell, hitting the wet floor. Everything wrecked of blood, he slammed his palm on the blood under him, pushing himself up.

"You might as well act dead," Tomack frowned, the teenager never seemed to go down without a fight, it annoyed the hell out of him, "You'll be just as well be dead when I'm done with you."

He stood there, watching Tomack as he flew up to him, punching him in the stomach. He gasped for air, falling right back to the ground. He coughed, as more blood of his splattered on the deck of the ship. Everything was feeling fuzzy, as if he could go to sleep.

No matter how many times Tomack beat him, no matter how many hours have gone by, he couldn't emotionally feel anything about it. The physical pain he felt was unbearable, but he never felt sad, or angry, or revengeful.

Sometimes that felt like a blessing, but he always wondered what it felt like to be happy. He couldn't remember the life he lived once before. The teenager wasn't sure if that was because of the collar, or if he been beaten so much that the memories slipped from his mind, but he was sure that he was happy at one time.

It was a numbing feeling, he had so much feeling within the body, but none when it came to the heart. He even wondered if he had a heart, everything he had done would have ripped him from one long ago. The feeling he felt earlier with that man, he wished he knew what it was.

That thought stuck in his mind for the rest of the beating. Tomack would raise his hand, hit him, he would fall to the ground and bleed, just to get back up again and think. At one point, he couldn't remember anything that Tomack was doing, all he wanted to do what figure out that feeling he felt back there. He had gone without feelings for so long that the first time he had ever felt one, he couldn't place what he was feeling. He thought it was unfair, he should know what feelings he was feeling, rather then being left out of the loop within his own being.

Tomack laughed at him, he yelled at him, he spit on him, he did so many things that ran off feelings. He had done things, but unlike his owners it didn't run off any kind of emotion. Something deep inside of him was telling him to do these things, it was controlling him entirely.

He had always wonder if he still had feelings if the collar ever did come off, where they sucked away forever? Even if the unlikely event that they took this horrible symbol off him, would he be able to feel it?

Tomack had pinned him into the wall, as the teenager heard him unzip his pants. He closed his eyes tightly, as Tomack began another type of torture.

Maybe it was okay not to feel some things.