Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hanzoku ❯ The Executions ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to the Dragonball series, although I do own many concepts in this fic, as well as the characters of Chees, Beenu, Kobe, and a few others.

Author's notes: To read this fic, there are a few basic Japanese words you should know:

-san = Mr., Miss, Mrs., etc.

-sama = Lord, Lady, Dear, etc.

-chan = Used on girls that you are familiar with, boys to tease, or young children.

-kun = used on younger boys.

Wakusei = Planet

Chikyuu-jin = Human

Wakusei Chikyuu = Earth

Saiya-jin = inhabitant of Vegita.

Wakusei Vegita = Planet Vegita

Ojichan = uncle

Itoto = (younger) brother (later)

'Neechan = (older) sister (later)

I was not going to publish this for a while, as in around Halloween, but decided to go ahead and publish the first chapter in honor of my one-year anniversary of publishing my first story on fanfiction.net. Although it was in the DBZ section, none of you have ever heard of it.

But enough about that, on to the story things. This story is rated R, although it is more like a high PG-13. Better safe then sorry, there will be some very adult themes, although I am a little too much of a chicken to directly go out and say them, I will be skirting around issues such as prostitution, rape, abuse, and quite possibly even incest. Plus, there will be violence in later chapters. If any of the above makes you nervous, this fic is not for you.

This is an alternate universe, and while most of you know that means Vegita-sei was never destroyed (more on that later), it also means that characters were raised differently and act accordingly - namely Vegita. He never had any chance to "mellow out," always being the heir to the throne of Vegita-sei. He was never beaten by Goku, etc. In short, I don't want any complaints on how I write Vegita, because this is how I very much believe he would be in a situation like this one. Same goes for Bra, for much of the same reasons - she was spoiled in GT, now imagine her a princess and the daughter of pole-up-ass Vegita. Exactly.

I shall bore you no longer, enjoy the show!

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The fact that it had been so long before they had been found out was amazing in itself. On Vegita Wakusei (Planet Vegita), demi Saiya-jin were illegal, and had been since the incident involving a Chikyuu-jin-Saiya-jin hybrid, almost twenty years ago. He had been the first registered hybrid, an experiment controlled by both planets' governments. It had been enough of a surprise that Saiya-jin and Chikyuu-jin DNA overlapped enough to breed, and imagine the possibilities of a hybrid!

The strength and cunning of a Saiya-jin warrior, and the intelligence and speed of a Chikyuu-jin, all in one person. The first one was born to the Saiya-jin third class, Kakarotto, and the daughter of a Chikyuu-jin noble, Chi-Chi. The boy was named "Gohan," a word that's definition was a staple to like of Wakusei Chikyuu. After the incident, scientists began to refer to Gohan by his name's other definition - Misjudgment.

In any case, there had been two more demi Saiya-jin discovered in the past week. Perhaps ironically, the older of the two was the infamous Gohan's brother. The younger was unknown, but was presumably the bastard child of another third class.

Because such events were so rare, the two demi were brought before Vegita-sei's royal family for judging, where they would be made an example of and killed in such a way that suited those that shouldn't have been born.

"What do we do, Uncle?"

She glanced over at him, through thin dark bangs. She was held, of course, with her hands behind her back and her legs lightly chained together, so that they could not be parted far enough to run or walk decently, as with her uncle. The only good thing was that they were free to talk - Jailers on Wakusei Vegita were not allowed writing skills, and their tongues were cut off. Anything said before one would never be repeated.

Her uncle gave a very slight shake of his head, not even looking to her. He was fiercely loyal to his family, and had a great deal of pride in his own way. He stared straight ahead in a glare, as prideful as he could manage. His niece looked away again, sadly watching her feet as she struggled to walk in the brisk pace set by the guards. If she would die, she would do it proudly.

They were not to refer to each other by name, or to give any hint that they were related. She had taken a risk by calling her uncle by name, but she had felt so lonely, having to die without speaking to her only family and best friend once more, without trying at least one escape plan. It was for her own good, she had been told while they were still in their cell. The royal family only thought that they were dealing with a pair of demi Saiya-jin, they didn't know that they had also captured the leader of the rebel group, the traitorous scum that had been attacking Saiya-jin in the name of overthrowing the royal family and forming an alliance with Wakusei Chikyuu again.

He had a plan, that she was almost certain of. She had a sinking suspicion, however, that the plan involved one of them surviving, and only one. And she had the sinking suspicion that her uncle would be the dead one.

The problem with that, besides the obvious death thing, was that he was the one that should really survive this. He was the leader of the shall-not-be-mentioned rebels, and she was simply his niece: a good fighter, but several years to go before she can even consider taking over. If the rebels were supposed to keep fighting, then he needed to live. Of course, there was no way she could convince him of this, her uncle could be quite stubborn when it came to her safety. There was also no way she could think of that she could convince the royal family from sparing him and killing her, either, for she spoke without thinking and was lousy at persuading people to do things. How would she convince the royal family to spare her uncle when she couldn't even convince her uncle to give her a few extra zeni?

"What are you planning?" She whispered again, once more looking at her uncle. "C'mon Goten, least you can do is -"

"Shut up." He ordered, not even looking at her. "Do you want to die even sooner?"

She was quiet after that. Maybe she had been wrong, and instead of planning something, Uncle Goten was simply as stressed as she was, but showing it differently. She was used to his planning, his ability to get them out of any bad situation, and she had probably just…overestimated him.

They rounded the corner, jerked by the guards who were even more stressed then their prisoners, because a demi Saiya-jin had proved, with the Gohan incident, to be very dangerous indeed. There were the doors in front of them that lead to the main throne room of the palace. The wood was carved with all sorts of images of Vegita-sei's history, most of them wars.

"I'm scared!" She said quickly, not really aware that she had said it. "I don't want to die, Uncle!" They were approaching the doors, and she was growing panicky. On the other side of the doors would be hundreds of pureblooded Saiya-jin, and then the royal family at the room's far edge. The King would say some fancy speech about how demi Saiya-jin were bad, and then name some painful death for the two of them.

"Uncle!" This was another of her quirks, the panic. She feared a few things, and those she did fear she'd panic about. Medical Exams, Bees, and Death were her greatest fears, and she'd follow the same pattern whenever faced by them. She'd be fine, a little nervous maybe, and then the doctor would take out the needle. She'd become hysterical the second she saw it, yelling and crying and struggling, even at her age. Goten, after one of these doctor's visits where he had do literarily hold her down to keep her from running away, had quite coolly told her that she was nothing but an overgrown baby after all.

"Please, Uncle!" The first tears were starting to arrive, somehow getting out of her now squeezed closed eyes and trailing down her face. She tried to sit down and dig her feet into the ground, but her guard just dragged her along.

"Pan!" Goten hissed, speaking her name for the first time all day, but continuing his walking. "Stop!"

"I can't!" Pan cried, "I don't want to die!"

"Pan!" Goten repeated, glancing to the door where normal, non-mute, guards were standing. They were just out of hearing range, but if Pan kept at it they would come over to look, or their guards would drag them close enough. "Do you want to go in there like a little baby?"

"No, but I'm going to die!" Somehow she tugged her hand free and wiped her face before the guard twisted it behind her back again.

When her parents, Goten's brother and sister, had died almost sixteen years ago, leaving behind a very young Pan, Goten and his mother - still alive then - had naturally adopted her. When Pan was eight, her grandmother had died as well, and the girl had been old enough to remember it. Goten had taken his anger at his mother's death and used it to form the Rebel army, but Pan had used her grief to simply become terrified of death in general.

It wasn't a problem most of the time, but sometimes…when it came time for Pan to sink or swim, she'd sink - yelling and screaming all the while. Goten closed his eyes angrily, and then reopened them. "You aren't going to die!" He hissed. "But you will if you go in that throne room like that!"

Pan was pulled to her feet, but this time she didn't sit back down. The guards by the door, Goten saw as he took a quick glance, were talking to each other and beginning to walk to them. "You have a plan?" Pan asked between sniffles and trying to rub her eyes on her shoulder.

Goten had time for a quick nod before the second set of guards were in hearing distance.

"What's going on here, demi scum?" The first of the guards asked, while walking over. "Don't tell me the pretty one decided she doesn't want to go through with the whole death thing?"

Goten stiffened. Had they heard Pan after all? His experiences had taught him that he should always expect the worse, so he decided that they must have. From the looks of them, they weren't very important, judging from the fact that they weren't in the throne room with the other spectators. At the same time, however, Goten would not put it past King Vegita to plant a higher class warrior in the guards, just in case the prisoners were planning on escape or something.

"I asked you a question." The man added, taking Goten's silence for impudence. Goten ignored him, and shot another glance at Pan. Don't say anything.

"She's young." Goten said, looking down at the ground.

"No kidding." The second guard said, sarcastically. "C'mon Kobe, they want these things in the throne room."

"Yeah, yeah." The first guard, Kobe, replied. "We'll take them from here."

As Goten and Pan were handed from one set of guards to the other, Goten risked one more look at his niece. She looked back at him, scared but at least under control again.

Don't worry. Goten mouthed, and with a jerk that nearly made him fall over, they were headed back towards the throne room.

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Inside the throne room waited a third member of the rebel troops. He was used to this sort of thing, blending in with all the normal Saiya-jin warriors in order to watch who was being killed and for what purpose, it was his job. He had never had to watch his mentor and close friend be killed before, though.

Goten had taken Chees aside after the first rumors that the royal family had discovered some demi Saiya-jin had begun to circulate the palace. Worried that it meant him and Pan, the two demi Saiya-jin most often out in the open, he had asked Chees to take care of things - just in case. When Goten's guess had turned out to be right, as they almost always were, Chees had been promoted to leader of the rebel forces, something he hadn't wanted at all. He had felt it his duty to see Goten and Pan's deaths, even though it was the last thing, even past leading a bunch of Saiya-jin that almost worshipped their old leader, he wanted to do.

Goten had been Chees' mentor, really. It hadn't been anything special, there were no close friendships and stories of youth, but Goten had taught Chees how to fight, and he had also always been there for a conversation and what not. Chees had admired Goten quite a bit, that was all.

Pan on the other hand…Chees had long since made it clear to her that he hoped to court her, and she had accepted that. She was still a little too young to mate, technically, but after the next half moon - about a month from now - she would be.

But none of that mattered, now. Chees narrowed his eyes, trying to look angry. Even the slightest flicker of sadness or doubt on his face could condemn him as well, and the rest of the rebels. Two demi Saiya-jin were a little suspicious but not worth investigation. But two demi Saiya-jin and one full blooded Saiya-jin…that would count as suspicious, and would be looked into. Of course, with King Vegita, an investigation was more like a stroll down to the torture chambers. Chees knew Goten would never tell anything that would endanger the rebels, and he was fairly confident in his own keeping-quiet abilities, especially when the live of almost one hundred and fifty Saiya-jin were at stake, but Pan…As bad as he felt thinking it, Chees didn't think Pan would hold up very long at all if pressed about if she was a member of the rebel army, and then where they were hidden.

They were at the base of the short staircase leading up to King Vegita and the warriors and noblemen he chose to act as a 'jury.' Goten was staring straight ahead, so Chees could only see a small sliver of his face. The Saiya-jin assumed, however, that Goten was staring defiantly up at the King, not willing to give an inch even before death.

Pan, on the other hand, was slightly red faced from tears and was looking around the room with little jerks of her head. She was probably looking for him, Chees realized with a sick thump of his heart, or someone to keep her from death. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do, anyways? Save the woman he…

There was nothing he could do, Chees decided, so there was no point in thinking about it. He wanted to shake his head to clear it of the thoughts, but that could be taken as an action of regret, so he didn't. He began to watch Goten again, just so he wouldn't think of Pan. The room was quiet, almost completely except for breathing and the rustle of clothing. Even so, if anything was being said, Chees couldn't hear it.

"People of Wakusei Vegita." The King had finally decided to start his 'trial,' and his voice carried throughout the room, startling Chees who had thought it had already begun. "We have before us two demi Saiya-jin, known only as 'male' and 'female.'" Chees wished he was close enough to see clearly the expression on the King's face, but he could see a smirk easily enough.

"As you know, demi Saiya-jin are illegal, and the male is not only part Chikyuu-jin, but he is also the brother of The Gohan."

These were well known facts already, and not many murmured to their neighbors in surprise. It was also a well-known fact that King Vegita liked to draw out his victims' punishments - whether in battle or trial - just to make them nervous.

"Do the demi have anything to say?" Vegita asked, apparently not wanting to draw out their fates after all. He hardly paused for an answer. "No? Then your punishment -"

"Actually."

Chees had to work very hard indeed to keep from falling over in surprise. He wasn't the only one, for no prisoner had ever interrupted his own death sentence to defend himself before. Even Vegita looked surprised, and one of the princes looked halfway between surprised and amused.

Goten stood straight up, tilting his head up so that Chees imagined he was staring the King straight in the eye. "I do have something I'd like to say."

Chees had to fight really hard to keep from bursting out into a grin. Goten always had a plan, always, and it seemed that even being five minutes from death wasn't enough to stop him, even though Chees had believed that to be the case.

King Vegita recovered from his surprise, and decided to mock the demi. "Well, that's nice." He leant forwards from his seat. "So tell me, Demi scum, what begging will you entertain your betters with?"

"More like an offer." Goten said, and even though Chees couldn't see the man's face, he was almost sure that the Saiya-jin hybrid was smirking.

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Nothing to say, beyond the fact that I will try to update once a week - every Monday most likely, although I might end up updating on the weekends instead.

Random note: Anyone else out there obsessed with FLCL?