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The Curse.	By : xXxAuraxXx Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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How long had he been in this thing? Hours, days, years? He was going stir-crazy. He had to get out! He was feeling claustrophobic and couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit. He needed out! NOW! Something in the window caught his eye. He could see a planet and that planet was getting closer and closer. Oh, God, he was going to crash! He closed his eyes just before the space pod touched down.

No crash, but the door opened.

He slowly, cautiously opened his eyes.

A black-haired man with black, angry eyes stared at him. “What happened to Raditsu?” When Gohan did not speak, he asked again, louder. “Where is Raditsu?!”

“I-I-I don’t know! I swear!”

Vejita grabbed the boy by his collar. “I don’t believe you. Where is Raditsu!?”

“I don’t know, I swear! I don’t know!”

He threw the boy to the ground. “If I find out you’re lying to me, kid, I’ll kill you. Now get up and follow me.”

Gohan scrambled to his feet quickly and looked around once before following the strange man. “Where is my daddy?”

“No speak to me, brat! Keep your head down and mouth closed!”

His eyes widened in fear, but he listened. Fear was pulsing through him. He didn’t know what he was going to do, or how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to get home.

Vejita-sama led him through a golden pair of double doors and walked right up to Furiza. He knelt. “Lord Furiza, the child has arrived.”

He followed Vejita’s example quickly, clumsily.

“Ah, yes. The child Raditsu was speaking of when he was killed.”

Vejita’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Vejita. Raditsu is dead.” He cut his eyes at the kneeling child. “I believe the child was the one who killed him.”

He couldn’t help himself. He straightened, eyes wide, and shook his head. “No, no! I’ve never killed anyone!”

Furiza stared at him until he knelt back down. “That’s something we shall have to rectify. Vejita, I wish for you to take the child on your next mission. It’s a low-level planet. The child should be able to handle it. It was going to be Mai’s job, but I changed her to a different one just for the child. He should feel honored that I did such a thing.”

“Thank you, Lord Furiza.” Vejita glared at Gohan until he said the same.

“Thank you, Lord Furiza. I do feel honored.”

‘The boy learns quickly. Vejita, Turles has returned. He is to be added to your team immediately. Take the boy back to Nappa and your home. The mission is tomorrow. I suggest you start training.”

Vejita stood. “Come, boy.” He walked off.

He trotted behind Vejita. “Your name is Vejita?”

“Yes, now shut up.” He led the boy through another pair of golden double doors. A giant, cream living room was lain out before them. “This is my room. Under no circumstances do you come here unless I give you permission.” He pulled the boy back out and led him to a bonze door. “That’s Nappa’s.” Down further to a white door. “That’s Turle’s room.” Further to a brown door. “That was Raditsu’s room, but now it is yours. You’ve no reason to be anywhere else but in that room, the training room and the bathing area, understand?”

He nodded. “Why can’t I just go home?”

“This is your home, kid.”

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Exhausted, Gohan collapsed onto his uncle’s bed. He refused to think of it as his. “What am I going to do?” he thought, eyes tearing up. “I want to go home!” he yelled. His entire body throbbed in pain, he missed his dad and his friends and Piccolo and his mom. What was he to do? He needed to get home! He leant up, an idea blossoming. Vejita-sama said that everyone slept around this time. If he could get to the space pod thingy, figure out how it worked, he could get home! He jumped up, energy flooding through his body. Yes, that was what he would do! Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that before!? He ran to the door, threw it open and ran into the hallway as quietly, as quickly as he could.

The space pods came into sight and excitement bloomed in him. Closer, just a bit closer!

Pain raced through the back of his head and he stumbled, fell to his knees, tears springing to his eyes. He looked up, behind him.

Nappa, a wicked glint in his eyes, looked down at the crumpled boy. “What do you suppose you are doing!?”

“Uh, walking around?”

He kicked him, hard. “Don’t smart off to me!” He bent and picked the child up by his hair. “Do you really think you can get away!?” He punched him, slammed him against the wall and kicked him away. “Really?” Anger boiling in him, he attacked the child. He threw him against the wall, threw him in the air, punched him, kicked him--everything he could think of. Finally, anger lessened, he threw the boy away from him. “Filth! Go back to your room! Now!”

Bleeding heavily, Gohan tried to stumble to his feet, but his legs wouldn’t hold him. Tears of pain were in his eyes and he tried to ignore them.

“Christ, Nappa! You didn’t have to do that! A spanking, maybe, beating him until he can’t stand is another thing!” Vejita came into view and he stooped to pick up the boy. “Try to restrain yourself next time. Now he’ll need to go to the regeneration tank.”

Nappa grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“You damn well better be.” Vejita walked to the chamber that held the regeneration tanks. “I hope this will teach you to not try and run away. I’d hate to have to heal you again.”

“I’m fine,” Gohan said, trying to get away.

“Shut up. You are not fine. You need to be healed so you can be in top condition tomorrow. I will not have you mucking up our mission.” He forced the boy to get into the tank, turned it to one hour. “That should do it.”

Gohan glared at Vejita until he was sucked into unconsciousness. By the time he awakened, Vejita was draining the tank.

“Go get dressed, boy. We’re leaving in a half-hour.”

“So soon?”

“Go!”

Slightly annoyed, Gohan wondered off toward his room. As a way to entertain himself, he counted the doors until he reached him room. He got to 43 when he came to his--at which, Nappa and Turles were awaiting him. He looked up at them, defiance clearly on his face. Nappa may have beaten him up, but that didn’t mean he was going to show fear.

Nappa grinned. “Aw, how cute. The little boy doesn’t want us to know he’s afraid. We’re just here to make sure you get dressed. Vejita-sama has us on strict orders not to harm you.” His grin widened. “For now.”

He glared at them, but otherwise ignored him as he went into his room to change into the Saiyan armor. When it was all adjusted--it had taken some time to figure it out, but he did it--Gohan walked back out. All three Saiyans awaited him now.

“You took long enough,” Turles snarled. “We have five minutes. Let’s go.”

“Did either of you offer to help the boy?” Vejita sneered. “If not, then don’t complain about how long he took. Just remember the first time we put on Saiyan armor. How long did that take?”

Nappa and Turles looked away sheepishly and Gohan stared, shocked, up at Vejita. Why was he standing up for him?

“My, my, Vejita. Have you grown attached to the boy?” The three adult Saiyans knelt and Gohan started to, but Furiza grabbed the boy’s chin. “No, stay up. I didn’t get a good look at you the first time I saw you.” He turned him this way and that, studying the child. “A very handsome boy, I’ll admit. You look like Bardock, in a way. Let’s just hope you are not as stupid or stubborn as your grandfather.”

Though he didn’t even know Bardock, he felt rage surge through him at the way he spoke so wrong of him. If he really was his grandfather, he should stick up for him. “What did Bardock do that was so horrid?”

“I suggest you tell the child about his loving grandfather. Educate the boy, too. I will not have uneducated soldiers.”

“Yes, Lord Furiza.”

Furiza dropped the boy’s chin and walked away. “He should make a good soldier.”

The adults stood, looked hard at Gohan, then walked away to the space pod. “Come, boy,” Vejita said.

Gohan followed quietly. When they reached the space pods, Vejita adjusted a scouter on the boy. “What’s this for?”

“To communicate with us and sense power levels.”

“But I-I can sense power levels without the scouter.”

“Nonsense, boy. That’s not possible.”

“My daddy could do it. So could Piccolo and the others.”

“Hmph. Forget that a moment. These space pods are uncomfortable, as I’m sure you found out, and the trips are usually long. We have some books you can take with us when we go places. I suggest you choose one of the longer books that you can read and choose a lot of them. Read half on the way there, half on the way back. However, you, boy, don’t get to take one of those books with you.” Showing Gohan the shelves of books behind him, Vejita dug out a big bag of books. “You get these. Have any questions, then you can ask one of us.”

“What are they?”

“Educational books. There are notebooks, pencils, pens and homework. That should keep you busy.” He reached up to get another two books off the shelves. “These two are more educational books, but I think you should read them anyway. One is a history of Saiyans, the other is a history of your grandfather.” He put those two books into the bag. “Okay, get into the space pod.”

He climbed into the space pod and reached out for the bag. “Thank you, Vejita.”

“Don’t thank me, kid. It annoys me.” Vejita put in the coordinates and shut the door, getting into his own pod. He turned on his scouter. “Kid, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Nappa?”

“Of course!”

“Turles?”

“Duh.”

“We’re off, then!”

His eyes were heavy, limbs sluggish, but Gohan plowed through the books, anyway. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning. He had to take a nap!

“Hey, kid! Stop yawning and get some sleep. We’ll be arriving at the planet soon, so you’ll need your rest.”

Reluctantly, he set the books aside and leant back against the seat. He yawned again, closed his eyes and fell asleep nearly instantly. The next thing he knew, Vejita was shaking him.

“Wake up. We’re here.”

He yawned, stretched and stepped out of the pod, looking around. The planet they were on had lots of trees, lots of grass. It was almost like Earth. “What are we here for, anyway?”

“Furiza wants the planet. That means we need to kill everyone here.”

His eyes widened. “WHAT!? I won’t do that!”

“You will if you don’t want to get your ass kicked.”

“I won’t! Beat me up, kill me, threaten me--I don’t care! I won’t kill innocent people!”

“Nappa, you may have your way with him. Turles and I are going to start.” Vejita and Turles flew off.

Nappa turned to Gohan with a sick grin. “Looks like Vejita-sama is getting tired of you, too.”

He backed away as Nappa neared him, fear and anger built up in him. He would not kill innocent people!

“Why are you backing up, Gohan? Hmm? Are you scared?”

He growled. “Any man who enriches his life by beating up on children and killing innocent people is nobody that scares me, you creep!”

“Oh, looks like you’re going to be insulting. How about we have a little fun?”

“Leave me alone!”

He grabbed the boy’s arms, brought him close with great speed and kneed him in the face. Throwing him away a bit, he gave him a hard kick to make him go flying. “You ready to do your job yet, kid?”

“No.” He struggled to his feet, watching Nappa closely. “If that’s all you got, you’re not going to force me to do anything I don’t want to do.” Then Nappa was gone. Gohan didn’t see him move, but he felt him. He ducked just when he would’ve been hit in the back of the neck. As he fell forward, he kicked out with both feet, hitting Nappa in the stomach, causing him to go flying.

He hit a tree, regained his balance, wiped a bit of blood off his face and was flying back at Gohan again. He hit him, hard, in the stomach.

He coughed, but retaliated by slamming his fist into Nappa’s face. “I won’t kill innocent people, no matter how hard you hit me!” He blocked Nappa’s next attack with his arm and his arm went numb. “I won’t do it!”

“Yes you will!” Nappa hit him, hard, in his face. When he was far enough away from him, he threw Ki-blasts at the boy, hitting him with as many attacks as he could get in.

At first, he tried blocking, then deflecting, but finally, he grew tired of that and his energy was shooting down. “I won’t do it!”

He launched at him again, using the decrease in Gohan’s energy to do a rush attack on him. “They’re all going to die, anyway! What’s the point of ignoring that, you stupid kid?! Who cares who does it!? They’re going to die! Get over your problems and get to work!”

“NO!”

“They’re worthless, useless and dead! Just like your father!”

His eyes widened at this, then a strange fire crept into his eyes and they narrowed. His energy started skyrocketing now. Nobody talked about his father that way! Nobody! He could feel something inside him slipping, something starting he had felt when his father was being tortured by Raditsu. The pain was back, this time more intense. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. Then he was screaming as fast and loud as he could.

Nappa stood back, staring. His scouter was beeping as Gohan’s power increase. Past 10,000 and still going up. 11,000,12,000, 13,000--still going up until it reached 15,000, where it finally stopped. His own power was only 4,000, Vejita’s power was only 15,000 and Turle’s power was 14,000. If Gohan were to attack him now, Nappa wouldn’t stand a chance. He had to stop him! He launched at Gohan, but couldn’t get close enough to him. When he threw Ki-blasts, they just bounced off of Gohan’s extreme energy.

He was busily forcing his powers back down, trying to control them, when Vejita and Turles landed. Finally, he forced his power down and exhaustion flooded through him. He collapsed.

They three stared at him. “What did you do to him, Nappa?”

“I tried to force him into killing by hurting him, but it didn’t work and I said something about his father and he went off like that.”

“That’s not good. We have to teach the kid to control that power.”

“And his temper.”

“If he had lost control, I wonder if any of us could’ve stopped him.”

Vejita stared at the unconscious boy. “Not alone, perhaps. Together, we should be able to. That kid, though, is really dangerous. We need to be more careful of him.”

“That’s for damn sure.”

“We can think of another way to persuade him to do his job. We’ll have to. If he loses control like that--especially in front of Furiza--I’d hate to see what would happen.”

A thought occurred to the prince. “I know how we can keep him in control.”

“What?”

“His planet. Since Raditsu died, that planet is still alive. We could choose to leave it that way. . . .” He walked over to the small, unconscious child and lifted him up, shaking him until the child blinked confused, black eyes at him.

Blood dripped over one eyebrow, his mouth and his cheek was slightly swollen, but he looked fine. “What happened?”

“You refused to do any killing and Nappa beat you up. Since you’re too stubborn to do anything for your own sake, why don’t we up the ante?” Vejita set the boy on his feet. “This is what we’ll do. You obey us, we’ll leave your planet alone.” He had the satisfaction of seeing the boy’s eyes narrow. “You disobey us, we’ll kill one of your precious friends.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, kid. I do what needs doing to get what I want. Do we have a deal?”

He glared at the prince. “We have a deal.”

“Good. Now, let’s get to work, shall we? Turles and I saved a city for you.” He took off, expecting Gohan and the others to follow.

And follow they did. Glowering and fuming, Gohan took off after him, too. They flew on until they reached a small city.

“There it is, boy. Go for it. It’s all yours.”

He took a deep breath. I can do this, I can do this. If only for my family and friends, I can do this. He flew into the city, closed down his mind and, pretending that it was just an aiming exercise, quickly threw Ki-blasts at everyone he could see. He didn’t bother to feel out for anyone else as he hoped the others wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t attacking all of them. He paid absolutely no attention to faces or appearances. If he did that, he knew they’d be in his dreams. Hearing them wasn’t as bad as hearing and seeing. When he was finished, someone hit the back of his head--hard. He turned, angry. “What was that for!?”

“Do you think we’re that stupid, kid? Honestly!? What about all those people that are nice and cozy inside? Go get them!”

“And kill them in a different way than just blasting them. That’s no fun.”

Growling, he took off and stopped at the first door, looking up at the Saiyans. Could he really do it? Could he? He had to. Once a deep sigh was out of the way, he kicked in the door and went inside.

Three people were huddling in the corner. They all had a purplish color skin with green hair. They were all vaguely fat. The looks on their faces was terrified and confused.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered and he attacked. The first one, the man, he killed by shoving his fist through his head. Green blood hung onto Gohan’s arm from that. The second one he kicked in half and the last one, the kid . . . he stared at for a good five minutes, then collapsed. “What am I doing!? What if dad could see me!? He’d be so angry!” His eyes anguished, full of pain, the little boy looked up. “I’m so sorry, but I have to kill you. If I don’t, they’ll kill my family. I have to! I have to. . . .”

The young boy stared at Gohan. He couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he could tell he was in pain. Perhaps it was over killing his parents?

Gohan looked up, fire in his eyes. He had no choice! He had to do it! “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, raising his hands. He took a deep breath. “But I’ll make sure this is the last person I kill today!” He pushed all of his energy into the one attack--the attack that would kill the boy and knock him out, if not kill him. Concentration covered his face. “Masenko-HAA!!!” The huge burst of energy flew from his hands, engulfing the boy, the house and, unbeknownst to Gohan, the entire city. That one blast, the blast he had hoped would keep him from killing anyone else, killed the entire city and nearly killed the adult Saiyans in the process. When the blast receded, Gohan lay, unconscious, on his stomach, a peaceful smile on his face as he thought that would be the last kill he’d make of the day.

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His eyes opened. He was in the regeneration tank again, but it was draining now. He struggled to get out when it opened.

“That blast could’ve killed you! It could’ve killed us in the process!” was the first thing Gohan heard.

With a grimace, he turned to face Turles. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To kill yourself so you wouldn’t kill anyone else? Well your plan backfired. That one blast of yours killed off the entire city and all the cities within a thousand mile radius. You single-handedly finished off that planet. Thanks to you, we finished the mission in less than a day.” Turles grinned. “Even Lord Furiza looked shocked. He wants to see you, by the way.”

He nodded solemnly. “Of course.”

“Now, now, Turles. Congratulating the boy already?” the voice of Furiza asked. “It’s no use. I’ve come to talk to him myself.”

Turles dropped to his knees and Gohan followed suit. “Sorry, Lord Furiza.”

“That attack you performed, where did you learn it?”

“My mentor taught me.”

“Oh? Did you mean to kill off the entire planet?”

He seethed with fury, but he knew not to tell the truth on this. The panicked look in Turles’s eyes wasn’t needed. “Yes, Lord Furiza. I did not expect it to work, nor did I expect it to knock me out, too.”

“For a small boy, you certainly are powerful.”

“No, I’m not. I’m weak. Especially compared to your lordship.”

“Good answer, but it is true. You are very powerful for a boy. Tell Vejita to watch out. This boy may overtake all you.” He turned to leave.

Turles jumped up, grabbed the boy. “That’s not a bad thing to do! Flatter the Lord Furiza and tell him you’re weak! You’re not too bad, after all!”

Gohan pushed away from him. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for my people. The ones you’re using against me.”

“Don’t say that too loud, boy!” Vejita said, entering the room. “You don’t want people hearing you.” He looked up at Turles. “Furiza passed me in the hall and told me he’d spoken to you. What was it about?”

“He was just checking out the boy again.”

The prince’s dark eyes cut to the child. “His interest in the boy worries me. I don’t think Furiza trusts him.”

“What will we do if he doesn’t?”

“Keep his true power a secret. Gohan, listen to me. If you want to stay alive and want your loved ones to stay alive, you’ll continue doing what you’re doing now. Keep your power level as low as you can unless you’re in a battle with just the three of us around.”

“Why?”

“He may decide you’re too dangerous to keep around. Then he’ll go after your father.”

He glared at the floor. “He’d better leave my father alone.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loudly, either, boy.”

“Did I really kill everyone on the planet?”

“Everyone that Turles and I didn’t already kill first, yes.”

“I didn’t mean to. . . .”

“I don’t care. Now the blood of thousands of people is on your hands. It makes no difference whether you kill or not now, does it?”

“It does to me.”

“I don’t care. Now we need to get back to training. Furiza is bound to want to see you in action soon."

Furiza, Gohan knew, was the least of his problems right now.

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