"I don't know why they need another one," the man before the saiyan sighed, "I don't even know why I'm here. The Princess can take care of herself."

The saiyan didn't respond, instead he stayed a few steps away from the man, slightly looking down as they walked. He had been there for two days, and for those two days he was allowed to rest and to be cleaned up.

The saiyan couldn't remember the last time he slept in a real bed or took a nice long bath. The two days were nice and relaxing.

He was bored though, which worried the saiyan. He hoped he wasn't bored because he was alone. Being alone was better then being with them; but it was odd to him that the first break he had in four years he couldn't feel anything but boredom.

Now he was walking behind this man. Who was a lot taller then the saiyan was, with his short white hair, his dark blue eyes. The man had to be a few years older then the saiyan, around his early twenties. Though his personality was that of a fifteen year old.

"You're really quiet," the man commented, glaring back at the teenager, "It's kind of annoying."

"Sorry," he quietly replied, his voice dry and empty. He wasn't use to words yet.

"What's your name anyway?" The man stopped and turned around the face the saiyan.

"766--" The saiyan paused for just a moment, forgetting he no longer had that number, "Gohan."

The man raised his eyebrow when he started spitting out numbers, but once he said a name he relaxed a bit, "I'm Hazuki."

The saiyan silently shook his head, as Hazuki turned back around, "You know it's okay to say stuff."

Gohan didn't respond, even if he could find his voice he didn't have anything to say to the man, anyway. He didn't know what to say about anything. The past two days people from the kingdom approached him with so many questions. He would stare at them when they questioned him. It was simple questions; asking him what kind of clothes he wanted to wear, what he wanted to eat, how many blankets he needed at night. Such elementary questions, but their words felt complex to him. As if they were speaking a different language, but he heard their words perfectly.

His voice was so soft. The people had a hard time understanding him because his voice was so low and hollow, it was as if no emotions were put behind his words. He noticed as the people glanced back at one another, as if he was the one speaking the different language. He would try to speak up, but his voice cut him off and spoke with only a whisper.

They walked in silence until they reached the Princess' door, "Anyway," he said loudly, breaking the silence between them, "This is the Princess' room. Every morning at nine we come here and knock on the door. She takes forever getting ready--"

"I heard that," came the Princess' voice though the door.

"-- And then we take her where ever she and her worker-bee needs to go. Sometimes there is nothing planned so we all hang out. Do normal stuff, like train and talk. Those days are pretty cool," he spoke as he knocked the Princess' door, hearing her voice before but deciding to ignore it, "But we won't know what the schedule is until the Princess and Eva come out of the room."

The saiyan shook his head, glancing back at the door. Hazuki followed his glance, "They normally take forever," he winked at Gohan, "You know how girls are."

The saiyan opened his mouth but quickly closed it, he actually didn't anything about girls. The man lifted his eyebrow again, "Just say whatever you want, man. I'm not going to do anything."

Before either of them could say another world, a girl stuck her head out of the door, "Um... It's going to be just a second," and she shut the door behind her quickly. The saiyan couldn't see anything but her long blonde hair and purple eyes.

"That's Eva," Hazuki pointed towards the door, "She's the "worker-bee" I mentioned earlier. She helps the Princess with her schedule and stuff. They have actually known each other their whole lives. Eva's dad was the general in the Army before her father and mother died. Now she lives here with us. I guess you can say the three of us are kind of like misfits."

The saiyan blinked at the story, and curiously over came him. He wondered why Hazuki considered himself a "misfit." Though, he didn't ask.

Hazuki raised his eyebrow (the saiyan realizing this is a common reaction for the man) and laughed, "If you must know, my parents died too."

Before the teenager was able to respond, the girls walked out of the room. Gohan was able to get a better look at Eva. She was the shortest one out of the four of them, her long blond hair touching her lower back. Her purple eyes glancing up curiously at the saiyan. He felt his cheeks getting hot by her stare.

"Gohan," he directed his eyes towards the Princess. He didn't really notice her features before, but she had brown short hair and brown big eyes. Normal features for most people in the universe, Gohan came to realize.

"You're looking much better," the saiyan shook off his thoughts, silently giving her a small nod. She walked up to him, "I'm glad."

"He needs to talk more," Hazuki complained, stretching out his arms, "I'm bored with him already."

"Hazuki," Eva shot a glare at Hazuki, "Shut up. He's shy that's all."

"I'm going to break him out of that habit," Hazuki growled, glaring at Eva.

"You can't do anything for him," she shouted back, "He'll talk more once he feels at home. He just got here you know."

"Still," Hazuki yawned, "I'm bored."

The Princess and the saiyan watched the two fighting, the Princess looked over at the saiyan and smiled, "Don't worry, I didn't tell either of them," she gave the teenager a small wink.

It didn't matter if they knew, he thought, as he watched them go on with their fighting. The Princess shook her head, stepping between the two, "Stop it."

"But AJ," Eva lied, grabbing ahold of her hand, "Your body guard started it."

"I have a name you know," he barked back at the girl, "I'm not just her body guard. And you can't say that anymore because there are two of us."

"You guys should take shifts," Eva blinked, grinning at her idea while turning towards the saiyan, "Then you can have days off and stuff."

"That's a great idea, Eva," Hazuki grinned down at Eva, patting her on the head, "You're smart."

She rolled her eyes at him, moving her head slightly so his hand would no longer be on her head, "Can they do that, AJ?"

"I don't see anything wrong with it," she smiled at Gohan, "Want to take the rest of the day off?"

"Why does HE get the first day?" Hazuki whinnied, "I've been by your side for FIVE years and this is the thanks I get?"

The Princess brushed him aside, "You must still be tired, I'm sure another break wouldn't be a problem. We don't have any plans for today."

"Yeah, take the day off Gohan." Hazuki grinned, realizing that since they didn't have any plans it would be best to take his day off another time when they had things to do.

The saiyan stared at them, it was as if their words weren't reaching him. He stayed back, his eyes widen, not speaking a word.

The Princess shot a look of concern, as she approached the teenager, "... Gohan?"

The other two looked back at each other and then turning their heads to the teenager.

It was like he was in a trance. It was as if he was in a far away world, and no matter how much they called his name he couldn't hear them. He was there. With them. He was in the battles. In the beatings.

His heart was aching, it was as if he was reliving his past right in front of his eyes. It was as if he could feel them beating him again, it was as if he could feel the dead bodies around him. The color red, it was everywhere...

"Dude," Hazuki walked passed the Princess, shaking Gohan violently, "Hey!"

The shook brought the teenager back to his senses, glancing up at Hazuki, before directing his eyes to the Princess and Eva. He couldn't understand the look in their eyes, but he didn't like it. He didn't want them to have those looks in his eyes.

He did something that he never had done before, but he laughed. It was a small laugh, and it was filled with nervousness, "I--" he voice was still missing and it was in a whisper, "Sorry."

Hazuki slammed the teenager's back, "Hey don't--"

Before Hazuki could say another thing, he glanced down at the saiyan and saw his eyes light up in rage. There was a heavy silence in the air. His eyes widen, the saiyan's power raised and it was something Hazuki didn't want to mess with. He slowly inched his hand away from the saiyan, bringing it down to his side.

It took the saiyan to realize what he had done, he was angry. He didn't meant to be angry and that was the last thing he wanted to feel towards these new people. It was an emotion, it was trigged because his mind felt like it needed to be. For some reason he was so angry, and he didn't understand stand his feelings.

It had been a long time since he was able to feel anything, he needed to calm down and try to get use to humanity again.

"Gohan..." The Princess walked up to him slowly, "Want to take the rest of the day off?"

He sighed, forming a small smile on his face.

The Princess' eyes seemed to widen.

It was from then on she could tell that all his smiles were fake.

"Sorry," he softly said, before turning around and walking back to his room. The three of them watched him quietly until he was out of sight.

"I don't trust him," Hazuki snorted, breaking the silence between them.

"Why was he looking at you like that," Eva asked, grabbing onto his arm, "And his power level..."

The Princess sighed, closing her eyes, "Don't worry about it." It wasn't her place to say what had happened to Gohan before he came to their world. She didn't know anything about Gohan, but knowing that he was with Vanlash, she was certain his past was anything but easy, "Let's go train, Hazuki."

He grinned, as if he forgot about the teenager, "Alright."

"Oh, please be careful," Eva sighed, as the three of them walked away from the room and outside.

As the three of them where outside training, enjoying the weather, their freedom, their strength...

Gohan laid down, brining his knees softly to his chest. He was weeping softly.

It was always going to haunt him.