Leaning on the Enemy
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Chap. 1 Can Saiyans be Nice?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I stare into the deep sunset, clutching my cloak around me...the saiyans! I hate their name! The ones who have stolen our earth and destroyed it in their greedy clutches as we humans are now slaves to them!! What is was once Earth is now lonely desert, kingdom of the Saiyans. They thrive on our torture and cries! I don't see how anyone could stand to live here, but I have all my life.
It happened years ago when a baby was sent down here from space, his name was Kakarot. That is his saiyan name at least. The old man who found him called him Goku and it seems for some weird reason he approves of that name instead of his original saiyan one. He somehow fell in love with a human and they married. Why she married the saiyan, I do not know. But they now have a son. Goku refused to give him a saiyan name, he seemed like he desired the name of the man who had found him when he was just a baby to be his son's name. He is now named Gohan, many a saiyan look down upon him for being a half-saiyan, but he makes up for it with entirely great strength.
I think I remember something about the mother being executed...or something like that!
I don't know much of him. Gohan I mean. To tell you the truth, I am planning to run away before I get to! How I will do it...don't ask. I just plan to one night escape from the slavery chambers.
Oh I must go! If I don't get back soon with the food I've gathered King Vegeto will have my head on a platter!
~*~*~*~ I ran into food area. I don't really know what else to call it. The slave master stood over me, glaring angrily down at me. I bit my lip quivering as I held out my basket, head bowed low. The slave master spat to the side angrily.
"So this is all you could get, eh? Day-dreaming again weren't ya?" I continued to look down.
"Yessir" was my answer. He grabbed my hands and tied them to the nearest pole, raising his mighty bull-whip high over me...grinning like a madman! "Oh sir! Please! Please I beg you not to!" Tears of fear drifted down my cheek as he let it flick lightly against my back for he didn't have to do it with full strength. Just an ounce hurt. He raised the whip again as I begged. I heard footsteps and turned to see a tall, skinny figure appearing and stopping as he saw me getting my punishment. I fell to the ground at the next strike, whimpering, trying to force back the tears on my face as I bit my lip.
"You" he said calmly and walked over to the slave master. He turned and looked at him and snarled.
"What?" he snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy here Gohan?!" The teenager just smiled.
"Let me see the whip" he said. "You seem to be needed over there. Aren't you supposed to be checking to see if they have enough?" Gohan said calmly and yet forcefully. The slave master muttered something and handed the whip to Gohan. Gohan watched him disappear then came down right next to my ear.
"When the whip snaps you scream, pain-like. Got it?" he asked confidently. I just looked up at him, my eyes round. I looked very pitiful, to my distaste. His tail weaved threateningly and I nodded quickly. He just smirked then stood up straight.
He raised the bull-whip and whipped it down into a merciless crack. I remembered what he said and shrieked, trying to make myself sound like I was in pain. Gohan continued to do it till he saw it fit to stop and he recoiled the whip and hung it on a peg near by. He bent down and untied the rope clinging me to the pole. Gohan took me by the arm and helped pull me up. I looked at him in surprise of what he just did. He ignored the look and turned his back and started to walk away, silently.
"Thank you" the words fell out of my mouth slowly and silently like a whisper. He just turned, looked at me, and somehow smiled out of kindness. I couldn't help but to smile and I turned to run back to the little area that my father and I had. I ignored the pain of the few lashes I really got.
That was my first encounter with Gohan. But why? Why did he do that?
~*~*~*~ All the girls around my age still loved gossip even though they were in slavery. And word spread fast. "I hear that Gohan beat you instead of the slave master!" "Did it hurt really badly!?"
"Are his different from the slave masters?"
"How hard did he do it?!"
I was swamped with questions, but when they saw my back they looked at me questionably. I bit my lip. Should I tell them what he did for me?, was the main question in my head. We all were crowded in a cage-like chamber. It had taken about 12 minutes to get to the chambers and I had to get swamped like this. That's when we heard footsteps! Thank goodness this saved me from them! But it wasn't good of what I saw.
"Gohan!" an extremely angry voice yelled. We all jumped at the yell and turned to see Gohan being approached by a furious saiyan. We didn't know who it was. I don't think Gohan did either. The saiyan held a whip.
The whip slashed across Gohan's face and a blood trickled down Gohan's cheek. Gohan looked back at him, ignoring the pain he felt. The saiyan held a crooked smile across his face.
"You stupid boy! I gave direct orders to the slave master to do the the whipping, not you! You half-breed! You should be chained up like the rest of the humans! But you should be happy for the bit of saiyan blood you have in you!" The saiyan turned on his foot, looked back and spat. "Half-breed. Disgusting!" The whip slashed against Gohan's chest as he walked away.
He turned the other way, his head lowered. He touched the blood trickling down his face and then looked down at his chest. The words "half-breed" echoed in his mind. He turned to everyone with their heads at the bars. He looked directly at me and everyone saw his gaze. They turned themselves and looked at me. I felt guilty for what the man had done. Gohan walked over to the bars and everyone stepped back in fright. He looked like he gulped. He looked at me calmly. My eyes looked at the gash on his face with the blood and then at his ripped chest and gulped.
That's when the worst thing happened. My stomach growled. My face turned bright red and I looked away as he laughed lightly. He turned and looked around and his face brightened. He walked over and picked up a basket and brought it back to me. Gohan ripped the chains on the door all too easily and pushed the basket through the door to us. He smiled and nodded then turned and walked away. We all stared at the basket, hoping it wasn't a bomb. I was the first to creep forward. I took off the small piece of cloth covering it and saw food of all sorts. My face brightened and i picked up one of the pieces of bread and smelled in it's warm aroma. I stuffed it into my mouth greedily when one of the girls shrieked out.
"Don't Videl! What if it's poisoned!?" she warned.
"Oh Erasa! I think we can trust Gohan. I don't know why, but I feel we can trust him" I said this with a mouthful of bread!
"But he whipped you remember!?" Erasa said.
"I don't remember him touching an inch of me" I said proudly and Erasa gasped. She looked over at me and I smiled. Everyone jumped for the basket, stuffing their faces! It was really comical if you had seen it!
~*~*~*~ Gohan walked towards his part of the huge world, that he shared with his father. He walked into the living room and grabbed a piece of cloth and wet it in some cold water. He placed it against his cheek and grimaced as it touched the broken skin. He wiped away the dried blood best he could. Gohan stripped the shirt he wore off his skin and lightly touched the wound, wiping away the blood that remained. He threw the dirty cloth and shirt into the basket nearby and laid down on the couch, his head resting against the armrest as his legs were over the other one. Gohan sighed and put one arm behind his head and a hand his chest as he thought deeply.
Why is it that I can not go anywhere with out the words "half-breed" being spat out at me? I've always tried to fit in with the others, but I see no desire to hurt the helpless and defenseless. How can they take pleasure in such things?, Gohan thought, Dang. I knew ChiChi too long. I'm gettin' soft on those humans.
"Maybe it's for the best" he thought out loud.
"What is Gohan?" Goku asked as he walked in the door.
"Nothin" Gohan mumbled. Goku sat down in a chair nearby.
"What's the prob?" he asked.
"Nothin Dad" Gohan muttered.
"Don't lie to me" Goku accused. Gohan rolled his eyes.
"Why are the humans slaves, Dad?" he asked. Goku sighed and looked at his son.
"That's just the way it is Gohan, that is just the way it is" Goku said and sighed. "What happened to you?"
"He hates me" Gohan said easily. Goku laughed, then sighed.
"Well, you got a job now. I talked to Vegeta..." when he said this Gohan looked over at Goku and laughed. "and he said that he thought you should go out in the fields and watch the people there. It might give you something better to do then walk around bored to death" Gohan rolled his eyes.
"When do I start?"
"Today, in about two seconds" Goku said. Gohan jumped up and snarled. "Dad I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted. Goku just laughed. Gohan ran out of the room, forgetting to grab a shirt (hehe!), and ran towards the fields. He slid into the signing in placie where the saiyan called Qubia waited for those who signed in. Qubia laughed as he saw the panting Gohan who started to snarl at him.
"Your late" he said playfully.
"My dad just told me I had this job! Two seconds ago!" Gohan shouted.
"Well you made the record time of getting here. Two seconds!" Qubia said. "You are stationed over there" Qubia said an pointed to the side. Gohan nodded and ran over to where he pointed. But he shouted to Gohan when he was half-way there: "Hey Gohan! YOU FORGOT TO WHERE A SHIRT AGAIN!" (A/N: I couldn't resist!) Gohan cursed lightly then shot his friend a I-Hate-You glare, but Qubia was too satisfied with himself to notice.
I hope you like it!!!!!!
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Chap. 1 Can Saiyans be Nice?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I stare into the deep sunset, clutching my cloak around me...the saiyans! I hate their name! The ones who have stolen our earth and destroyed it in their greedy clutches as we humans are now slaves to them!! What is was once Earth is now lonely desert, kingdom of the Saiyans. They thrive on our torture and cries! I don't see how anyone could stand to live here, but I have all my life.
It happened years ago when a baby was sent down here from space, his name was Kakarot. That is his saiyan name at least. The old man who found him called him Goku and it seems for some weird reason he approves of that name instead of his original saiyan one. He somehow fell in love with a human and they married. Why she married the saiyan, I do not know. But they now have a son. Goku refused to give him a saiyan name, he seemed like he desired the name of the man who had found him when he was just a baby to be his son's name. He is now named Gohan, many a saiyan look down upon him for being a half-saiyan, but he makes up for it with entirely great strength.
I think I remember something about the mother being executed...or something like that!
I don't know much of him. Gohan I mean. To tell you the truth, I am planning to run away before I get to! How I will do it...don't ask. I just plan to one night escape from the slavery chambers.
Oh I must go! If I don't get back soon with the food I've gathered King Vegeto will have my head on a platter!
~*~*~*~ I ran into food area. I don't really know what else to call it. The slave master stood over me, glaring angrily down at me. I bit my lip quivering as I held out my basket, head bowed low. The slave master spat to the side angrily.
"So this is all you could get, eh? Day-dreaming again weren't ya?" I continued to look down.
"Yessir" was my answer. He grabbed my hands and tied them to the nearest pole, raising his mighty bull-whip high over me...grinning like a madman! "Oh sir! Please! Please I beg you not to!" Tears of fear drifted down my cheek as he let it flick lightly against my back for he didn't have to do it with full strength. Just an ounce hurt. He raised the whip again as I begged. I heard footsteps and turned to see a tall, skinny figure appearing and stopping as he saw me getting my punishment. I fell to the ground at the next strike, whimpering, trying to force back the tears on my face as I bit my lip.
"You" he said calmly and walked over to the slave master. He turned and looked at him and snarled.
"What?" he snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy here Gohan?!" The teenager just smiled.
"Let me see the whip" he said. "You seem to be needed over there. Aren't you supposed to be checking to see if they have enough?" Gohan said calmly and yet forcefully. The slave master muttered something and handed the whip to Gohan. Gohan watched him disappear then came down right next to my ear.
"When the whip snaps you scream, pain-like. Got it?" he asked confidently. I just looked up at him, my eyes round. I looked very pitiful, to my distaste. His tail weaved threateningly and I nodded quickly. He just smirked then stood up straight.
He raised the bull-whip and whipped it down into a merciless crack. I remembered what he said and shrieked, trying to make myself sound like I was in pain. Gohan continued to do it till he saw it fit to stop and he recoiled the whip and hung it on a peg near by. He bent down and untied the rope clinging me to the pole. Gohan took me by the arm and helped pull me up. I looked at him in surprise of what he just did. He ignored the look and turned his back and started to walk away, silently.
"Thank you" the words fell out of my mouth slowly and silently like a whisper. He just turned, looked at me, and somehow smiled out of kindness. I couldn't help but to smile and I turned to run back to the little area that my father and I had. I ignored the pain of the few lashes I really got.
That was my first encounter with Gohan. But why? Why did he do that?
~*~*~*~ All the girls around my age still loved gossip even though they were in slavery. And word spread fast. "I hear that Gohan beat you instead of the slave master!" "Did it hurt really badly!?"
"Are his different from the slave masters?"
"How hard did he do it?!"
I was swamped with questions, but when they saw my back they looked at me questionably. I bit my lip. Should I tell them what he did for me?, was the main question in my head. We all were crowded in a cage-like chamber. It had taken about 12 minutes to get to the chambers and I had to get swamped like this. That's when we heard footsteps! Thank goodness this saved me from them! But it wasn't good of what I saw.
"Gohan!" an extremely angry voice yelled. We all jumped at the yell and turned to see Gohan being approached by a furious saiyan. We didn't know who it was. I don't think Gohan did either. The saiyan held a whip.
The whip slashed across Gohan's face and a blood trickled down Gohan's cheek. Gohan looked back at him, ignoring the pain he felt. The saiyan held a crooked smile across his face.
"You stupid boy! I gave direct orders to the slave master to do the the whipping, not you! You half-breed! You should be chained up like the rest of the humans! But you should be happy for the bit of saiyan blood you have in you!" The saiyan turned on his foot, looked back and spat. "Half-breed. Disgusting!" The whip slashed against Gohan's chest as he walked away.
He turned the other way, his head lowered. He touched the blood trickling down his face and then looked down at his chest. The words "half-breed" echoed in his mind. He turned to everyone with their heads at the bars. He looked directly at me and everyone saw his gaze. They turned themselves and looked at me. I felt guilty for what the man had done. Gohan walked over to the bars and everyone stepped back in fright. He looked like he gulped. He looked at me calmly. My eyes looked at the gash on his face with the blood and then at his ripped chest and gulped.
That's when the worst thing happened. My stomach growled. My face turned bright red and I looked away as he laughed lightly. He turned and looked around and his face brightened. He walked over and picked up a basket and brought it back to me. Gohan ripped the chains on the door all too easily and pushed the basket through the door to us. He smiled and nodded then turned and walked away. We all stared at the basket, hoping it wasn't a bomb. I was the first to creep forward. I took off the small piece of cloth covering it and saw food of all sorts. My face brightened and i picked up one of the pieces of bread and smelled in it's warm aroma. I stuffed it into my mouth greedily when one of the girls shrieked out.
"Don't Videl! What if it's poisoned!?" she warned.
"Oh Erasa! I think we can trust Gohan. I don't know why, but I feel we can trust him" I said this with a mouthful of bread!
"But he whipped you remember!?" Erasa said.
"I don't remember him touching an inch of me" I said proudly and Erasa gasped. She looked over at me and I smiled. Everyone jumped for the basket, stuffing their faces! It was really comical if you had seen it!
~*~*~*~ Gohan walked towards his part of the huge world, that he shared with his father. He walked into the living room and grabbed a piece of cloth and wet it in some cold water. He placed it against his cheek and grimaced as it touched the broken skin. He wiped away the dried blood best he could. Gohan stripped the shirt he wore off his skin and lightly touched the wound, wiping away the blood that remained. He threw the dirty cloth and shirt into the basket nearby and laid down on the couch, his head resting against the armrest as his legs were over the other one. Gohan sighed and put one arm behind his head and a hand his chest as he thought deeply.
Why is it that I can not go anywhere with out the words "half-breed" being spat out at me? I've always tried to fit in with the others, but I see no desire to hurt the helpless and defenseless. How can they take pleasure in such things?, Gohan thought, Dang. I knew ChiChi too long. I'm gettin' soft on those humans.
"Maybe it's for the best" he thought out loud.
"What is Gohan?" Goku asked as he walked in the door.
"Nothin" Gohan mumbled. Goku sat down in a chair nearby.
"What's the prob?" he asked.
"Nothin Dad" Gohan muttered.
"Don't lie to me" Goku accused. Gohan rolled his eyes.
"Why are the humans slaves, Dad?" he asked. Goku sighed and looked at his son.
"That's just the way it is Gohan, that is just the way it is" Goku said and sighed. "What happened to you?"
"He hates me" Gohan said easily. Goku laughed, then sighed.
"Well, you got a job now. I talked to Vegeta..." when he said this Gohan looked over at Goku and laughed. "and he said that he thought you should go out in the fields and watch the people there. It might give you something better to do then walk around bored to death" Gohan rolled his eyes.
"When do I start?"
"Today, in about two seconds" Goku said. Gohan jumped up and snarled. "Dad I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted. Goku just laughed. Gohan ran out of the room, forgetting to grab a shirt (hehe!), and ran towards the fields. He slid into the signing in placie where the saiyan called Qubia waited for those who signed in. Qubia laughed as he saw the panting Gohan who started to snarl at him.
"Your late" he said playfully.
"My dad just told me I had this job! Two seconds ago!" Gohan shouted.
"Well you made the record time of getting here. Two seconds!" Qubia said. "You are stationed over there" Qubia said an pointed to the side. Gohan nodded and ran over to where he pointed. But he shouted to Gohan when he was half-way there: "Hey Gohan! YOU FORGOT TO WHERE A SHIRT AGAIN!" (A/N: I couldn't resist!) Gohan cursed lightly then shot his friend a I-Hate-You glare, but Qubia was too satisfied with himself to notice.
I hope you like it!!!!!!