Chapter One

Ten years had passed from the defeat of Frieza and the Earth had grown. A treaty between Planet Vegeta and Earth gave security to the inhabitants of Earth. There was no more looming terror, only peace.

The once dull colored palace became filled with vivid colors after the birth of the Princess' son. The castle was located in the center of Asia, in the midst of a large lush green meadow and alongside a beautiful river. Earth was now more beautiful than it ever had been. Many believed it was because of the Princess. The raven hair, onyx orb beauty was the light of the world and her son the life! All the people of Earth adored her and the worlds outside respected her.

"Where were you today, sweetie," softly the Princess asked her son. She sat on a small bright green chair that was nestled in a corner of his bedroom.

He sat only feet away from her on his car printed bed, his feet nervously brushing against the carpeted floor. He held his head low, trying to evade her eyes and stay safe from her wrath "…at the meadows."

The princess arched her left brow; she pulled in a deep breath of air and then exhaled. "Son, I know I told you not to go out there. Why did you disobey me? And look at me when you speak!"

He quickly looked up; his onyx eyes met ChiChi's. He gulped, a nervous smile upon his lips, he felt as though he was about to die. "My friend was there, he was sparring with me. I didn't mean to disobey you mom, but I promised him."

She shook her head abruptly, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Gohan! Now I know, I told you no fighting! You missed your piano lesson; the teacher was waiting for hours. Gohan you are not five years old anymore, and you can't just evaded everything that you don't like. You're becoming a man and you need to hold to your responsibilities. I don't understand how you can just ditch your classes. This is getting out of hand, Gohan. I don't want to tell you that you can't go anywhere, but I'm almost there. You ditched your body guard. You've stayed out there past night fall. Tell me what's going on Son."

Silence filled the air for minutes, Gohan felt as though his throat had been sealed shut and his tongue couldn't move. He wasn't sure whether he was a scared of her, or angry at the fact she threaten to take something away from him. One thing he knew was he couldn't voice it; he wouldn't talk back to her. "Um…nothing mom."

"Nothing? Don't lie to me, Gohan. I didn't know nothing, could make someone run off every day, it's been happening too often. Sweetie, I just want to make sure that nothing happens to you. Who is your friend?"

"Um…well his name i….," he begun.

"I don't care what his name is! I just want to meet him. I don't feel safe with you hanging out with someone I don't know. You need to bring him here," she advised.

"What? Mom, he can't do that. He takes care of his Grandpa," he exclaimed.

"How dare you think you have a say in what I say! If you don't have him come here, don't you dare think about going to see him! A matter a fact don't you dare go out there at all!"

"Why? That's not fair Mom, why are you doing this to me," he cried, leaping from the bed to his feet. "Is this because of my father? Do you want me to stay here forever with you because my father didn't? That isn't fa-"

The princess leaped from her seat the moment her son stood from his' own, and with every word he said her heart burned. She had been hurt so badly from what he said, and lost in her memories that she slapped him across the face interrupting his speech. Tears welled in her eyes, as she realized what she had done to her… baby.

Gohan stood before her holding his now red cheek, he bit back his tears as he stood in rage all aim at his mother. He felt bad about what he had said to her, but he also angry that he had to tip toe around issues with his father. He was no longer a child; he was becoming a man: and he wasn't even able to express himself.

"I want you to know, that I am afraid of losing you. Your father never left me by choice; maybe if he had I would feel a lot better now. I don't want to lose you," Chichi explained. She quickly retreated to the door, she stopped at his doorway. "Good night, son," she whispered, and quickly pulled his door close.

She felt horrible at what she done, so she quickly walked to her room that was four doors down from his' own. She covered her face in her hands the entire time, for fear in case someone would see her. Once she made it to her bedroom she slammed the door shut, and with no strength left in her she let her back lean against the door. Tears began to fall, more than the hair's on her head she cried, she slowly fell to the floor using the door as her guide.

She sat her back against the door her legs pulled closely to her chest and her head buried into her legs. She had never been able to come to terms with the loss of Kakorrot; she could never convince herself that he was gone. She didn't want too. Her heart wouldn't let her see any other man in the light that he held, and he left such a high standard to fill.

Although she had once been called his slave, she felt like his world- he never treated her as a slave. In fact, what men would give his life for a slave with no second guessing? The one thing the ten years never improved, was the loss of Kakorrot. She gained the greatest gift from him, a child, and since Gohan's birth she decided she would never lose him. He was now her Kakorrot, and she wanted no one else.

"Oh Kakorrot why did have to be taken from me? I'm horrible at being a single mother, our son hates me. I can't blame him; I've never had the courage to tell him about you and me. I never told him anything, but that you weren't here. I need you to be here!" She whispered, between sobs.

Soon she found herself slowly falling into slumber, and the pain cease for only hours as she slept. As quickly as she was lulled to sleep, she was awakened by the bright lights from the sun pouring into her room. She found herself still against the hard door, and that her eyes were in pain from the many tears she cried. Against her heart's plea to stay, and hideaway in her room all day she pushed herself to stand.

She made her way to her bathroom to take a long soothing bath. When she finally finished her bath and was about to pull on a long slender white sundress, a knock came from her bedroom door. "Come in."

The door open and a tall slender woman with brown hair and blue eyes walked in, her face shown nervousness. "Princess Chichi, it seems young Gohan has disappeared again. I went to go and get him for his morning class and he was gone. He seemed to have snuck by his body guard again, after he told him he was going to take a shower."

"What?" yelled Chichi. All the anger that she had washed away with her morning shower returned. "How could that happen?"

"Ma'am, we aren't so sure. Would you like me to send Piccolo to search for him?" said the girl.

Chichi was seeing red; she looked down at her long white sun dress and calmly begun to weigh out what she would do. "No, I will go and find my son. I have an idea of where he is."

"Oh, Princess would you like me to have a car pulled to the front for you?" asked the girl.

"No. Just go and get piccolo and have him follow me, I don't know who it is that my son goes to see." Chichi grabbed a hold of her dress in both hands, pulled it off the floor, and slide each foot into its own slipper and quickly made her way to the door. She ran down the hall and through the castle gates. "But I'm going to find out."

Gohan smiled widely at the sight of his friend and trainer, whom he was grew close to in only four months. He was able to speak to his friend about everything even his father. Especial with his growing need to know who his father was it helped to have his friend to talk too- because he mom didn't want to hear. She was always guarded when it came to learning about who his father was and it pained him.

Gohan cuffed a small capsule tightly in his hand, his tail wrapped securely around his waist. He had grown so close to the man partly because of the many similarities they had. The man always was ready for a good spar, and food, and Gohan always provided him with both. They had sparred for hours it seemed, he had awoken early in the morning before the sun had even shine. He couldn't sleep all too well after his mother's threats of not allowing him to see his friend. "Ready for food?"

"Hmm! Sounds great," the man replied just as his stomach growled. A light blushed filled his cheeks, and he place his hand behind his head and begun to laugh. "My stomach seems to agree."

Gohan wasted no time to press down on the capsule and toss it out before him, and like magic a picnic cloth appeared with dishes of food. The man wasted no time to dive into the feast before him, and Gohan didn't either. They were so caught in the tasty food before them that they hadn't noticed the soft crackle of grass, and the fuming Princess that now stood behind them.

"Ahem!" cough ChiChi loudly, trying to gain their attention. "Gohan!" she yelled, and quickly his head snapped around in her direction.

The man still sat emerged in the food before him with his back turned to the beckoning Princess. "Mom?"

"How dare you defy me?" she begun, but she quickly stopped as she noticed the man was still eating. Her face became red, and if she was a teapot she would be at the point of blowing. She wasted no time to make her way around to stand in front of the man, only to find that all the emotions in her body had left her, and she was speechless.

The man blinked, sitting down the bowl of soup that he had in his hand, he looked up at the woman. She was different than anyone that he ever had met; she had long flowing hair, and two large onyx orbs that dance with life. He too had suffered a loss of words, and for a moment he felt that he had known her. Her eyes were unlike any girl he had ever seen, yet he felt like he had seen them before, and they were calling to him to learn more.

"Mom what are you doing here?" Gohan pulled both of them out of their trances. However, the princess couldn't hear one word from her son as she stood face to face with a ghost.