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Author's Note: I'm so sorry this chapter came out late. My only excuse is exams, tests and labs. Anyhow, thanks for the review last chapter; it actually made me edit this through exam time when I was supposed to do work. -.-'' (because we all procrastinate). The support means so much.

Special thanks to Goldenwolf and Rupee for editing this chapter. And to those who responded in the last poll.

Sinful

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter Fifteen: Loyalty

Loyal

1 unswerving in allegiance: as a faithful in allegiance to one's lawful sovereign or government b faithful to a private person to whom fidelity is due c faithful to a cause, ideal, custom, institution, or product

2 showing loyalty

-- Merriam-Webster Online

When it came to fighting Goku was a fair, rationale man. He was too kind, with the purest heart. Some, well only Vegeta, called him an idiot daily since Goku did not act like an adult but much as a kid. He took daily baths with his son, and sometimes even with his wife while his son was asleep. He loved chocolate and ice cream and hated needles. He was also fond of watching cartoons with Goten on Saturday mornings and enjoyed playing games with him, even though Goten was getting too good at themnow.

This sounded more like a list that Goku enjoyed being a father.

But what he loved the most was being with his friends and family, besides fighting of course.

What he knew best was how to fight, even though he did not look like the brightest crayon in the box.

And although he didn't show how smart he was, he was not stupid, or an idiot as Vegeta called him.

He simply believed in humanity, and not just in humanity – that it only included humans – but rather in every creature. He believed that everyone is good to same extent, and deserved to live.

He was not God. He was not responsible for looking out for everyone on Earth. But he was fairly tuned to the planet he loved and knew that some sort of threat was harbouring and infesting the life that lived there. When he walked in the forest, he was aware of the animals who occupied the habitat. He was aware of the father, the mother and the baby dinosaurs (though Goten knew more). He was aware of the plants and berries growing, the fish population and also knew where to find the best water hole to swim in.

Shameful to say, he was not completely aware when Yamcha died. It was unexpected. He was not tuned or focussed on his ki. But when Yamcha died and his body could not be found, it only meant two things: Yamcha wasn't dead and did not want to be found, or he really was dead but his body was hidden somewhere.

Goku was aware when Tien and Chaitzou died though. Not at the precise moment however, but it seemed that he was the only one who was aware of it. He told Krillin and when Krillin tried to find them, he was unable to sense them too.

Now Piccolo. In the back of his mind, he had some sort of weak lock on Piccolo's ki. He also had some sort of friendship with him; Goten was fairly fond of the Namek since the Namek cared for the boy. When Piccolo was eliminated, it took Goku a short while to realize it was Piccolo.

Goku was not a stupid man.

He identified the pattern. One-by-one the strongest on the planet were dying. He did not know why, or who was responsible for this. For a moment as he flew to Dende's lookout, he wondered if Vegeta knew.

"Hey Mr. Popo, is Dende around?" Goku asked kindly.

The black creature with the red lips nodded. "I'll get him."

"Thanks."

Goku stood on the lookout for a good five minutes and soon emerged the young Namek.

"Hello Goku, how can I help you?" Dende, the Guardian of Earth, was a shy but a kind creature. He held Kami's stick in his hand, even though he didn't need it.

"Hey Dende," the Saiyan started with happy eyes. He scratched the back of his head for a moment before asking his direct question. "What's going on?" It was a vague question. "Have you seen what's happening?" Wrinkles gathered on his forehead.

Dende looked confused for a bit. "I'm not sure I'm following."

"What happened to Yamcha, Tein, Chaitzou, and Piccolo?" He spoke carefully and his happy, amiable demeanour became more serious.

"They were murdered."

Goku had so many questions. "Have you seen them all? Who was it? Do you know who they're coming after next?"

He couldn't, and wouldn't, answer all of that. "There are three responsible. One is a Saiyan, the others I'm not too sure."

Goku's eyes narrowed for a moment before widening. "A Saiyan?"

What Dende said next surprised him even more, "If I tell you anymore, I will die." Something dropped in his stomach when he lowered his garments to expose his shoulder.

It was the letter 'R'.

"I cannot figure out where he is. He is somehow able to erect a barrier and even I cannot see some things, or find him. I do not know his name. I do not know anything about him but that…"

Goku finished the sentence. "…he's a threat to the Earth, or at least to Earth's fighters."

Dende nodded and pulled his clothes up.

"Can't you heal that?" Goku asked, pointing at the Namek.

He shook his head. "I tried but the lettering got more blurry. But anyways, I'm okay. This guy… if he takes down all of Earth's fighters, what do you think he's going to try to do?"

Goku shook his head. "He can't do it." He would have to get past Goku. The Saiyan crossed his arms in deep thought. "I guess I'll wait for him to come to me if even you can't find him."

The Namek nodded; he did not have anything better to say. Their conversation shifted to less trivial things. When Goku left the Lookout, his thoughts drifted back to the blurred R and he wondered what the hell it stood for.

In the back of his mind, there was a name.

Raditz.

He knew he had reached inside his property when he felt the wave of energy bounce from him. They, the guards securing the area, began to yell and point at something. A man was flying towards them. Gohan did not have a chance to touch ground.

Gohan stopped and turned around with a small smirk. He would greet the man in mid-air.

When he reached, the man said the most interesting thing. He called him by his true name. "Gohan."

Gohan's eyes narrowed and he looked eye to eye with this man. Apparently his facial expression showed his confusion, for the other person's smile grew.

"Finally we get a chance to meet. You're one difficult man to find."

Gohan looked at the older man carefully. "How do you know my real name?"

He crossed his arms, sporting his cocky personality. "Did a little research, Saiyan." He put a little emphasize on Gohan's race.

"What research did this concise of?"

"Ah… mainly putting pieces of a puzzle together. It started when two boys found pictures of your younger self, and then suddenly someone sporting a Saiyan name showed up at my wife's corporation. On top of that, there was the fight at that pathetic party. I know no human on this planet who had such speed. I was impressed."

Gohan looked at him carefully. "And now you're confirming your suspicions?"

"Precisely." Vegeta looked proud.

The half-Saiyan stroked his chin for a moment. "What do you wish to achieve from knowing my true identity?"

Vegeta returned the attentive stare. He was a fine male specimen. How he spoke and acted—this was not a stupid man. He was so unlike his father, Kakarott. "What are your intentions for Earth and exactly how strong are you?"

At that, Gohan smirked. "Ah. I never knew you became concerned with the well being of these Earthlings."

"My wife is a human. My son is half-Saiyan," he spoke almost threateningly.

He appeared to understand. "If you mean blowing up this planet or wiping out this race, no, I don't plan on doing so. As for my purpose, it's none of your concern. You have no authority over me," there was a short pause, "Prince. As for my power, if you become my enemy you'll find out. That's if you're foolish enough to become so."

Well, he certainly had an ego, Vegeta thought. He liked him though, in the sense he was a man, and that Gohan was something that Goku was not. He could only imagine what a wuss Gohan would have been if Kakarott had raised him. Either than that Vegeta thought Gohan needed an ass-kicking for speaking so disrespectfully to him, especially the way he acknowledged him as Prince…as if it didn't matter that he was royalty. He asked the younger man if he had any respect for him as the Prince of Saiyans.

Gohan half closed his eyes. "No, not really."

His dark eyes clouded with some bitterness. "Why not?" There was a little hiss at the end of his question.

"You have done nothing for them to earn their respect. A great ruler should have some concern for the well-being of his people." Gohan glanced up in the sky for a second before returning his stare on the shorter man before him.

Did Vegeta have to remind the hybrid? "They're all dead, Gohan. They were gone since I was a child!"

His head turned slightly so his right eye could watch him carefully, almost tauntingly. "Exactly." He smiled. "Actually Vegeta, I wanted to know what you would do if you had your kingdom back?" There was a smile, and not a happy one. "Hypothetically speaking."

His jaw dropped subtly. He eyed Gohan. "I would rule of course. The Saiyans belong to me."

Gohan loosened up. "At the expense of your wife and child?"

Vegeta never really thought about it. He never thought he would have been domesticated either. "I would bring them with me."

He exhaled loudly and his smile curved into a smirk. "Well I guess that's good to know then." Then his smile vanished. He looked dead serious.

Vegeta was nonplussed. "What are you up to?" He did not think that this guy was all mouth and no action.

Gohan grew annoyed. "I said it was none of your concern." His eyes strayed to Vegeta's fingers. It was curled up into a loose fist. "But if you're so concerned, I'm here because of a woman. Even you can understand that." He was referring to Vegeta's wife. "And if you are so bored, Prince, why not go fight Kakarott?" Gohan turned around slightly, waiting for Vegeta to leave.

He knew what Gohan was doing. He was trying to scare him away. He also figured the woman he was talking about was the woman that he had saved. Hercule's daughter. He had met her once, when Bulma wanted him to attend some formal of Hercule's. Of course Vegeta did not want to go, but he was promised a lot of food, sex, and various adjustments to his gravity chamber. "I suppose I should ask you if you're a threat."

Gohan looked back at him. "I could be if I stayed here long enough."

Vegeta floated around him slightly, not entirely sure if he was serious and honest. "I'll be ready for you then."

He nodded. "Good, I'll enjoy a challenge." Gohan turned his back on the Prince fully this time and retreated in the house. He was aware when Vegeta flew away and knew Vegeta had a lock on his ki before going to Goku's home.

The Prince wanted a good fight, and afterwards, a good hour of thinking. It had been a long time since he had killed.

"How are you?"

"I'm alright, I guess. I could be a lot worse. That stuff tastes like shit but it works."

Then came a moment of silence.

Videl sat up from bed. "What did you do this morning?" She was playing with her fingers and then her dyed-black hair. Her eyes were glasslike.

He rubbed the back of his head and shifted his spot on the bed. He sat beside her thighs. "Business." She knew what that meant but whatever feelings she felt for it, it did not show on her face.

"Ah, okay."

He told her, "I spared her, and Gero, if that's what you're thinking." Gohan told her how Gero was implicated, that he was the one who had created Eighteen. "You know what's interesting?"

"What?" She looked at him with interest.

"Gero claimed that Raditz ordered him to do it."

An eyebrow rose. "Which is why you didn't touch him?"

He nodded, slowly and reluctantly.

"Do you think your dad ordered it?"

He raked his hair with his fingers. "It makes sense."

She covered her stomached with her hands. "What are you going to do about it?"

Another round of silence. Videl continued to play with her hair again and watched him sit like a statue.
Then finally he said, "I have five different scenarios in my head. I'm trying to figure out the best path I could follow."

His eyes clouded, and his expression went blank. He did not look sad, or angry, or bored exactly. It was a rather mixed expression. Videl pushed off the covers and walked on her knees to come face to face with him. With her fingers, she clasped onto his chin and forced him to look down at her.

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed at her.

"Stop worrying about it." She wanted to say something else but she did not let those words come out.

"I have reason to worry." He looked into her trusting eyes. She did not know how devious his father was. The fact that he really was not his father changed everything.

Before she could say anything else, Salina walked in and gave both of them a bowl of soup. Videl let go of his chin to take a bowl and watched Salina carefully, as if Salina knew what was wrong with him. "Master, there will be more in the kitchen."

Gohan nodded and began to eat.

"Why are you so worried?" she asked him when Salina was gone.

She was perceptive, he learned. He also hesitated from telling her the truth that bothered him. "Raditz is not my father."

Her eyes darted from her soup to his eyes. "What?"

He stuck the spoon in his mouth and pulled it out before he explained the story to her. "The day you asked me what's wrong… I had the dream again. I dreamt about the time when I was living on Earth with my real father." His eyes clouded up. "This time I could remember the whole thing… and then I researched. Raditz told me to use the alias Kakarott because Kakarott – Goku, his Earth name – is my real father." He did not look at her. Instead he dipped his silver spoon in his hot bowl of soup and stuck it in his mouth again. He did this several times before Videl said anything. Because of course, she was speechless for a moment.

"So how did Raditz find you?"

Gohan still did not look at her. "Raditz came to Earth and was disappointed to see what my father had become. My real father is good. Saiyans are not." He exhaled loudly. "Long ago, when my real father was a baby, he was sent to Earth to destroy these people. Instead, well what I heard, he hit his head and became good." This goodness was what Raditz could not stand. "Goku, Kakarott, I don't even know what to call him, grew up to be a great martial artist, married my mom and they had me. I was young in those dreams. The only thing I can think of is: Raditz must have abducted me; or Kakarott must have given me up. I don't know which."

Videl was silent. She observed his deep frown, the troubled look on his face and the painful expression in his eyes. Her heart bled for him a little. "I don't think your father would have given you up."

He finally turned at her. "Why?"

"Maybe I have more faith in humanity than you Saiyans." She smiled at him, barely. "And if you're father is good, I don't see how he could give up his only son."

He laughed softly at that. "I met him too."

Her eyes widened and she waited for him to respond.

"I don't think that man is capable of giving me away. Raditz is right. He is good." He looked down at his empty bowl and just stared.

Videl bit the inside of her lip and looked down at her bowl as well for a second or so. "Does that change anything," she finally said, breaking their silence.

"I don't know. It does. But then it doesn't." He sighed, and put his empty bowl aside.

"How did you forget your mother and your father?" She didn't know why she was so interested in this. She would stop asking him questions if he told her to stop.

"I don't know what he," He was Raditz, "did to my mind to make me forget." The way Gohan said it disturbed her. His tone was icy and hollow.

There was another pause, an understanding between them. Videl finished her soup and looked at him. "Did that taste weird?"

He looked at her and their eyes locked. "You mean the soup?"

She nodded.

His mouth dipped in a frown. "No, why?" His eyes looked confused.

From under the covers, she pulled out the vial that read Poison. Her eyes never strayed from his but they flickered. She swallowed hard.

It registered in his mind slowly as he gradually stood up. "You poisoned me?" His eyes clouded with a certain rage and the lines on his face deepened.

The room suddenly became cold, and the air…dangerous.

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Author's Note: I'm off from school now (contemplating to take summer school though), so maybe two weeks till the next update. Max 3. Maybe. Anyways I plan to do some hardcore writing now.

New Poll: What are your feelings if Videl gain some sort of power?

A) That's so corny. No.

B) Depends what kind of power, and how she gets them (ie. Some sort of relic that amplifies power or something like that)

C) I don't care.

D) insert your own response here

Teaser:

It took him a few seconds to respond. "I had to check on Trunks." This surprised Goku.

"Why?" His eyebrows moved closely together and wrinkles gathered on his forehead.

Vegeta turned and bowed his head, thinking. "I have a feeling turbulent times are coming."

Goku knew Vegeta was aware what was happening. One by one, the Z fighters were vanishing or being killed.

"Although they were weak, he's not finished. We're next, sooner or later."

Goku's body tensed. "You know who it is." It was more of a statement than a question.

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