Gohan gasped for air as he felt that strong hand tighten around his neck. He closed his eyes and let out a whimper, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he thought that he was was going to die. The man in front of him stared hard at him and after a moment his grip fell slack and he heard him growling in pain.

Gohan gasped a little as he saw the man fall to the floor holding his arm tightly. He quickly knelt beside him and he gasped seeing something burrowing into the flesh. It looked like a black slug of some kind. He took the bottle of disinfectant and with a quick apology, he poured it down his arm. The man growled loudly in pain, punching the floor as his tail thrashed about trying to lessen the pain.

He glared at the younger Saiyan before him, but blinked when the boy picked up a slug that was withering do death.

"Black Poison Slugs..." he hissed out, grabbing nasty parasite in his fist and looking down at his arm where it had attacked itself. "If it got inside me..."

Gohan began cleaning up his arm before he put the ointment on the wounds and then bandaged it up. As soon as he was done, Gohan backed up and curled up into a ball waiting for the anger to come back. But the man just stared at his arm and then at the slug in his fist before he looked at the boy. Now that he wasn't in pain, he could think clearly and stood up. The action made the boy flinch.

He dumped the dead slug into a bowl and made his way over to Gohan, who backed up even more.

"Hold still." He ordered and Gohan did so, a soft whimper coming from him. He pulled the boy up to stand in front of him, the boy came to just about his chin, a short petite thing. Cupping his chin in his large hand he looked at him carefully and smirked. "You're Kakarot's child... I see you've recovered fully."

Gohan whimpered as he looked at the man, he remembered him, he was the one that kidnapped him! He closed his eyes and tugged on his hand, wanting him to let go, but the man refused, he seemed content with looking at Gohan's face. He did let go when the doors hissed open to the med wing and the doctors came rushing in. They stared for a moment at Vegeta and the boy before the doctor in charge spoke up.

"Your Highness! Are you injured?" The man asked rushing over to him, but seeing the bandaged arm and the mess by the table he was confused. "Did you treat yourself?"

"No, you fool." the prince growled and moved to the side, revealing Gohan some more. "This boy took care of it for me."

"Eh? Kakarot's brat?" one of the doctors asked confused.

"Wait, what is he doing out of the rejuvenation tank!"

"... Um, I woke up and it opened up on it's own... I got out and got dressed. I was waiting for you to come back when I helped him..." Gohan said softly, blushing as he ducked his head.

"You touched his highness without permission!" shouted one of the doctors, but the prince gave a harsh bark making them all stop their questioning.

"Leave him be! Now if there is nothing else you need to examine him for, we are leaving." He ordered.

The head doctor came and did a quick examination of Gohan, being careful with his tail before he nodded and bowed as the prince grabbed the young boy's arm and pulled him along. As they walked along the halls, Gohan said nothing, but he was nervous. He touched the prince and judging by how the doctors reacted, that was a big mistake.

"You can relax." the prince suddenly spoke, shocking him from his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You're letting out a nervous scent and it's... tempting." the prince growled out the last word sounding almost like a purr.

This made Gohan blush and weakly attempt to pull away from the prince, but he tightened his grip and walked into a room. When they entered, everyone who was inside turned to look at them. Gohan gasped and hid behind the prince; this caused said Saiyan to smirk smugly that the smaller, feminine one was depending on him for protection.

"Sorry for being late. I was getting treatment." The prince said.

"My son, who treated you? The doctors were tending to the wounded in the yard."

"The boy behind me. He prevented a Black Poison Slug from burrowing into my arm." he said calmly.

They all looked at the boy, who was currently hiding behind the prince as the king nodded and stood up.

"The off worlders had been captured and placed in the holding cells. When we find out what is going on then I'll decided what should be done about them. Dismissed." He said.

The others slowly left, trying to get a look at the boy's smaller frame while others tried to spy the prince's injured arm, but he snarled at them and they bolted out the doors. Once the king, prince and the Son family were all that was left, Vegeto sat down and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Really this is getting ridiculous... We weren't even threatening them! And the attacked." Vegeto grumbled.

"Stop that..." Burdock scolded his mate, getting a pout from him.

Kakarot walked over to them and as soon as Gohan saw him he dashed over to his side and looked at Vegeta nervously. Vegeta, on the other hand, moved to stand with his father, but he kept his eyes on Gohan the entire time. The Saiyan was a strange one, it intrigued him on a level nothing has ever done before.

"We're safe, okay Gohan? I called Bulma and told her what was going on. Chi-Chi's fine, a bit banged up, but she's fine." Kakarot said.

"Will we go back?"

"No... we belong here. Besides your uncles and grandfather want to meet you." Kakarot said softly as he led them to where their family waited for them.

Gohan blinked when he saw his family. His grandfather was darker, scarred version of his father as his uncles were pale. One was bald and had a goatee, he was tall and burly while the other had long wild hair and was tall, but he noticed that his grandfather, father and one of his uncles all had a feminine like look to their figures compared to the bald Saiyan.

"Papa, this my son, Gohan." Kakarot introduced him to his grandfather first.

The tall warrior looked at him a moment, before he smiled and hugged him close.

"Eh? Don't you feed the boy! He's so small!"

"Um, dad, he hasn't had much of an appetite since he came of age. He was in too much pain to eat much." Kakarot reminded his father.

Burdock blinked and nodded his head as he set Gohan down. Next were his uncles.

"He's a cutie, Kakarot. You didn't drop him on his head did you?" Radditzu asked.

"... The smart mouth is your uncle Radditzu. The bundle of joy is your cousin, Toma. And the big bald guy is your uncle's mate, Nappa." Kakarot said, glaring at his brother for insulting his parenting skills. "Ignore Ditzu though, he's just mad that dad dropped him on his head twice."

"Kakarot!" Burdock hissed as said Saiyan laughed and ran away from his father.

"Well you already met, Prince Vegeta. The man sitting in the throne beside him is his father, King Vegeto and father's mate." Radditzu said. "But it's not public, so we don't get to brag that we are royal by marriage." Radditzu said as he nodded his head to the king and Prince, both of whom were snickering at the antics of the Son family...

-Time Skip-

The stadium was in an uproar as the watched the warriors and criminals duke it out in the arena down below. Furious battle cries echoed from the arena as the sickening sounds of flesh and flesh hitting with the underscore of bones breaking or cracking. Sometimes one of the fighters dying. It was a pretty gruesome sport to watch, but the others obviously liked it.

Gohan and his grandfather sat in the balcony seats just below the king and prince. Burdock figured the best way to get Gohan used to the academy, where he had been going to school for the last two months, was to let him see one of the many Blood Sports that were hosted throughout Vegetasei.

"Enough! He's out of the ring!" boomed a voice from the bottom as the fight stopped. Both fighters were carried out as the stage was fixed as best the could and cleaned up for the next fight. As this happened the audience took a quick bathroom break.

"How are you holding up?" Burdock asked Gohan as he looked to the curtains were a guard poked his head in to inform him that the King was coming down.

"... Uneasy... I don't understand how this will help me fit in at the academy..."

"Well for one the others there are very much like the people here. They like a good bloody fight. You can talk with them about the fights and that could get you friends for one." Burdock said as he looked back at the stadium, his eyes sweeping the stands for anything out of the ordinary. "Another thing, you can learn how to adapt to your sparring sessions."

"But I don't like fighting..."

"Just like Kakarot... Well, I'll tell you what I told him: learning to fight isn't a bad thing. You can learn it so you can protect yourself, your friends and family. If you ever get a mate and have a baby, you can defend them from harm. You don't have to fight in wars, unless Vegetasei attacked, and you don't have to fight in the Blood Sports." Burdock said.

Gohan nodded mutely before the curtain opened up and Vegeto and Vegeta walked in. Gohan bowed his head in respect, though they've told him countless times not to; he couldn't help it, it was a habit! Vegeto bowed his head in return and then moved over to Burdock as said Saiyan blushed and looked away. Gohan walked out onto the actual balcony, wincing a bit when the huge sun blinded him a bit.

He looked down at the arena, curious as to who was fighting next. As he watched the Saiyans mingle about, he completely forgot about why he had stepped out here in the first place. He laid his head on his arms and began humming softly, the cool breeze ruffling his hair a bit as he closed his eyes and pictured the fights in his head, wondering how to adapt what he saw to himself.

While Gohan was lost in his thoughts, Vegeta was leaning against the pillar on the opposite side, watching the young Saiyan. He had a lovely voice and the relaxed state he was in allowed Vegeta to get a good understanding of Gohan's body, more specifically, his tail. It hung limply, completely lax, but sometimes it'd curl up or would swish a bit. As it shifted in the sunlight, Vegeta could see the patches of dark red hair that he got from his sire. It was long and sleek, well groomed and well taken care of as well. The fine hairs were all evenly cut and it was brushed to perfection.

One thing a Saiyan always looked at when searching for a possible mate was the tail. A tail said a lot about the Saiyan. And Gohan's was telling Vegeta that he was a very neat person, caring and liked simple pleasures. Well the last one he picked up from the content smile Gohan had on his face as the wind blew gently over them, dancing with his hair.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" burdock suddenly asked from behind the prince, keeping his voice low as to not disturb his grandson's moment of peace and quiet.

Vegeta said nothing as he stood tall and turned to go back inside, but Burdock's voice stopped him again.

"He likes simple gifts: flowers, letters... things like that. He likes animals as well." He said and the prince grunted before he left.

Burdock said nothing, a small smile on his face. He had learned Vegeta's body language as well as his speech mannerisms, or the lack there of. What others mistook as moodiness was often him contemplating his next move or a problem. Vegeta was a very fine man when you got use to him, but he had his moments just like anyone else where he wanted to be a lone or he didn't want to talk to anyone.

'This will be rather interesting to watch.' Burdock thought before he walked over to Gohan, wrpping his tail over his grandson's tail and tugging gently.

"They're ready to begin again... The next few fights should be entertaining." He said softly and Gohan opened his sleepy eyes and nodded with a soft yawn.

They went and sat back down inside where is was cool and shaded. Gohan was more awake now as the next fight began, but he was shocked to see his uncle Nappa down there with a dangerous criminal. He looked at his grandfather for an explanation. Burdock laughed at the look and stood up so he was visible to the stadium.

"Nappa is one of the instructors at the Academy. And look there, some of your classmates are here to see how strong he is." Burdock said. "And this gives you a chance to see what animals we really are... Look there."

Gohan looked to see that Nappa had charged the criminal with a roar. His large fist smashed into the criminal's face, the harsh cracking of the other Saiyan's teeth filling the stunned stadium. Burdock just shook his head.

"Nappa's a tank, he'll keeping going if you don't rein him in sometimes. That's why Radditzu is there." he said pointing with his thumb at his eldest and his other grandson.

Gohan was shocked really. The fight was pretty bloody, the other Saiyan was grounded, shooting an array of Ki blasts at his uncle who dodged them in the air, all the while laughing at him. The criminal snarled in rage and fired at the audience. Burdock snapped to attention and barked his orders.

"You there! Stop him before he kills someone else!" He yelled pointing to the criminal as a couple guards nodded, but before they could do anything, Nappa had him pinned down, his tail in hand and was pulling it taught so he couldn't move.

Gohan gulped that was pretty scary and hearing the man screaming in agony wasn't helping him. Burdock made him go inside and wait as he continued barking orders since the guards here were morons and didn't seem to understand that his word was law until the King spoke up.

Meanwhile in the King's box seat, Vegeto was snickering at the morons below flinching every time Burdock screamed at them. Vegeta snorted as he watched as well, really they all should have seen that one coming. A Saiyan who can't fly will resort to dirty tactics to try and win, but it never goes in their favor.

"Well I believe this is it for today..." Vegeto said as he stood up and then with a booming voice, he commanded that everyone settle down. He ordered that the prisoners be taken back to their cells and that the Blood Sport was over for the day.

No one dared to complain nor did anyone try and resist as they were ushered out. Always eager to remain on the king's good side hoping for his favor one day. Vegeto leaned on the railing, watching with bored eyes as the mess was cleaned up, the few Saiyans who had been killed in the sudden attack were being carefully picked up and taken to be prepared for their funerals. He blinked when he heard soft voices and noticed it was prayers. He leaned a bit forward, to see into Burdock's box seat and saw him and Gohan on their knees praying for the Saiyans that had died.

"Don't pry, brat." Came his father's stern voice as he smacked his son's as lightly, but still with enough force to sting.

Vegeta grunted as he righted himself and snorted.

"I'm going back early. I have training to catch up on." Vegeta said and floated off the balcony as his father waved him off before he shot off into the distance. He said that he had training to do, but his thoughts were on anything but that. Burdock's words echoed in his head about what made his grandson happy.

'Simple gifts, huh?' he would have to watch the boy and find out what types of things he liked. 'I will court and mate him...'