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The Curse.	By : xXxAuraxXx Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Someone grabbed his shoulder, holding him back. He couldn’t reach his father, though he tried. He forced his arm to reach farther, but there was little point to it. There was no way he was going to reach him. Angered, he turned to look at who was holding him back.

Zarbon grinned at the small boy. “Did you have fun with your small family reunion?”

Gohan looked back for his father and the others, but they were all gone. The space ship was empty. “What happened? What did you do?”

“Nothing. I just used the wish from the Dragon to transport all the people you, Son Gohan, care for off the planet. Interesting how you don’t care for yourself. If you had, maybe you would’ve gone along with them.”

“Leave me alone, Zarbon.”

“That’s Lord Zarbon to you.” He snapped a necklace on the young boy’s throat. “And now you’re working for me.”

“I broke the last power restraint. Why bother putting one on me now?”

“Because this isn’t just a power restraint. It shocks you if you disobey and drains your energy and power. It makes it nearly impossible to break.”

“You’ll pay for this!” He whirled and tried to hit Zarbon.

Zarbon smiled and said, “Stop.”

In mid-motion, his entire body stopped, froze.

“Kneel.”

Even as he fought it, he was forced to kneel. He couldn’t even look up, all he could do was glare at the floor.

“It’s time, you half-blooded brat, to learn your place.” When it seemed Gohan would say something, he said, “Silence!”

Gohan’s throat closed up, keeping him from speaking and also making it hard to breathe.

“You are mine to control now. You destroyed Lord Furiza, but you won’t get to me. I’ll make sure of this. Your father destroyed what was left of the Ginyu Force and destroyed Nappa, Raditz and Turles, so you’re the only one with Saiyan blood in him to join us.”

I will never join you! Gohan wanted to scream.

“So that leaves us with a rather promising young boy. You destroyed Furiza with ease, it seems. That makes you powerful. You became a Super Saiyan before your father did. That makes you valuable. I can’t kill you, but I can torture you.”

He tried to growl, but the growl wouldn’t come.

“Now that we understand each other, Son Gohan, you may rise and meet your new team members.”

He rose, glaring at Zarbon, and turned to see two men and one woman. One was tall with black hair and blue eyes. He was a handsome man. His eyes were a bright blue with dark lashes and his nose was slightly big, but strong and matches his face. He had thin, pale lips, though, and sharp cheekbones.

Another man had red hair and clear, bright green eyes. His lashes were light and thin and his lips were pale and thick. He had a slightly chubby face.

The woman was short, thin and had blue hair with light pink skin and bright purple eyes. She had a fin on the top of her head and her arms and legs were long, even though she was short.

Gohan stared at them, annoyed. Was he really expected to be with these people?

“These are the strongest of the ones left after your father’s, his friends, Vejeta and you went cleaning. They’re to keep you in your place while still training you.”

He tried to speak again, but his voice wouldn’t come. It was starting to get annoying.

“Hello, little Gohan. Are you ready to start your work?”

In answer, Gohan glared at him.

“Good, good. I hope you’ll excuse us. We may not e strong enough to keep you entertained, but I don’t think that will be what you worry about.”

You don’t think then, do you? Gohan wanted to ask.

“Well, I guess it is time to let you four get to know each other, isn’t it? Your new planet to conquer is Hasa. Go now.”

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Ten years later, annoyed, disgusted and a little worried, Gohan tried to ignore the screaming coming from the others’ rooms. It was loud and annoying and it sounded painful. Each of his team members had taken in a member of the opposite sex from the last planet. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they were doing.

Lord Zarbon burst through his door, angry. “The team has informed me that you weren’t helpful on the last mission.”

He sat up. “Your point?”

“Haven’t you learnt your lesson by now?”

“I destroyed Furiza, I beat you. I have no reasons to obey you when I know I’m stronger.”

“We’ll have to changed that, then, won’t we?” He pulled out the remote and clicked the button. Four giant guards came in. “Grab him!”

Gohan jumped up to fight and, a second later, pain pulsed through him. He glared at Zarbon. “That damned . . . remote!”

“That’s right. I have you under control. Bring him to the Chamber of Horrors.” He led the way there.

Gohan tried struggling, but every time he did, pain shot through him from that blasted power restraint. In moments, he found his arms chained to the ceiling, his legs chained to the ground and his shirt gone.

“Lord” Zarbon was watching as one of the guards used a flogger against the boy, watched as blood pooled beneath the boy’s body, watched as the boy’s back was ripped into time and time again. “Why don’t you scream, boy!?”

He glared at Zarbon, but said nothing. He feared that if he spoke, he would scream and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Fine. Stop.” Instantly he stopped. “We’ll have to go one step further.” He walked around the boy’s body, studying him. “What shall we do now? I got it! Remove the boy’s pants.”

The guards gave no reaction to this. They just ganged up on the child and, even as he fought and kicked as the chains impeded him, they managed to get the boy nude. “What is it you wish, Lord Zarbon?”

“Cut him.”

They looked at the child and sick, identical grins spread over their faces. “Of course, Lord Zarbon. What a wondrous idea!” the guard nearest him said. “Might I do it, Lord Zarbon?”

“Go ahead.”

He produced a knife. “This will be fun.”

“But. . . .”

“Yes, Lord Zarbon?”

“There’s one rule. Do not damage him badly. He must still be able to perform.”

“Just scar him, in other words, right Lord Zarbon?”

“Exactly.”

The guard knelt before Gohan, who, by now, was struggling with fear, pain, the chains and the power restraint. “Don’t move too much. Wouldn’t want to cut too deeply.” He motioned the other guards over. “Hold him.” When he was held nicely, he, very gently, stroked the knife down the length of him. “If this doesn’t get you to scream, nothing will.” And the knife sank in.

His eyes widened, breath stilled, body tensed and, as the pain surged through him, he screamed and tears came. But they weren’t done. He cut deeper, longer, and kept going.

“That’s good.”

The guard withdrew. “Now what, Lord Zarbon?”

“Continue with the whipping. As a matter of fact, do whatever you wish to do. Have fun.” He left the room, satisfied.

Gohan glared after him. “You JERK!!!!!!!!” Hours, perhaps days later, he wobbled back to his room unsteadily, using the wall at times to keep his balance.

“Gohan,” a deep, controlled voice said from behind him. “You have a package.” Seeing that the child was in no condition to turn around, he walked around him. He had a cloth-wrapped, moving bundle in his arms. “Lord Zarbon said this is for you.” He held out the bundle.

Leaning his shoulder against the wall, he reached out for it. “What is it?” He moved the cloth slightly and a small, blue-eyed face blinked up at him. “What the?” The man who’d given it to him managed to worm away. “I don’t . . . understand.” The boy looked somewhat familiar.

Lord Zarbon himself came ambling down the corridor. He grinned when he saw Gohan with the baby. “Ah, I see you’ve received it.”

He looked up, recognizing that voice instantly. “You!”

“That’s ‘Lord Zarbon’ to you.”

“Fuck you.”

“My, my, temper, boy. That child in your arms only has you to look up to. I’d watch my language. He’s Vejita’s and that Burama’s son. His name is Trunks.”

He looked down at the baby with a new eye. “Vejita-sama and Burama-san’s child?”

“Not anymore. As far as he is concerned, you are his father now.”

A year later, Gohan was on the way back from the Chamber of Horrors once again, coming back from the exact same treatment. This time, for something he didn’t do.

Once again, the same man stopped him. Once again, he had a squirming bundle.

This time, though, when Gohan took the bundle, he knew what it was. When he looked at the face, he knew who it was. He didn’t need the introduction, but it was nice to know the boy’s name. “Goten. . . .”

So they had gotten the children from everyone, huh?
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