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Life is ironic	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11

Vegeta was hidden amongst the rocks watching the wave's crash, and spray the land. It was almost time to commence his campaign, his mission of world domination. He only reason why he stopped was for the men to rest and build up their minds and spirit. To continue would have been lunacy or a high possibility of being fatal. There could have been many consequences that would have not benefit him such as the men could have went mad, ran from duty, or mutiny against him. He knew there was no other choice to rest after all he did wish to be victorious.

His men were happy they took the time to enjoy themselves. They hunted fresh meat from the land, fished from the sea, drank their ale, told stories of old battles and conquests. Thanking the gods for their harsh lord's show of leniency. It was only a matter of time before they could fully enjoy themselves as such again.

Vegeta did not see much of his generals since they arrived at their current location. Then again he did stay far from the camp, he didn't like to mingle in with people that he considered far below his status. To him they were just insects scurrying around the dirt waiting to be squashed under his boot. Vegeta believed the men were unworthy of his presence. The only one who had approached him in the time of relaxation was his general Yaakov. They did not speak to one another, not a word between them, just a simple nod of the head of recognition and they both sat silent in the sand watching the waves rush into shore. Vegeta was pleased Yaakov didn't ask question's, make idle chit chat, and was grateful the man didn't speak a word of what had passed between the two.

Now his thoughts can concentrate on the task at hand. The unforgiving jungles. He has kept a watchful eye on the bushes now and again waiting to see any sign of movement like the first day. It felt like they were all being watched carefully by multiple entities. Tomorrow at sunrise he will personally greet those onlookers with his blade.

In the middle of the jungles was a large village. The people, and all neighbouring villages stood straight surrounding a large hut waiting for the word of their leader and protector. Emotions running high they waited. intensity dripping in the air. They all watched as their leader in question stepped out of the hut, a murmur in the crowd cut the dead silence. Their leader stood above them holding up his hands. The crowd roared for their protector raising their weapons to the air and chanted his name. Kakarot raised his arms higher to signal them to halt their cheers. Five other men stood behind him looking over the crowd of warriors that gathered to their call.

"My brothers! The one called Lord is here! We all have heard of him and his doings. We believed we were safe from him. We were wrong. But we shall not fall like many others, we will win! I called you all here today. We need your weapons your skill we need you to fight off this evil! For tonight we will leave and meet this Lord! I will take his life and sent his people far from our lands!" Kakarot removed his staff and held it high. The crowd roared once again mingling with the roars of the animals. It was war. Kakarot leapt off the stand and raced to the jungles, the men followed.

Zuba awoke from a disturbing sleep. He had a nightmare of the jungle swallowing him whole in a pit of darkness along with the other generals. Wiping off the sweat covering his brow he took a deep breath and stood. He walked over to the tents opening stepping outside to gaze at the jungles. A cold feeling washed over his heated skin, and touched his heart. This he thought will be the place he will die.

Vegeta stood in front of his full body mirror dressed in his armour looking for any misplacement. His armour was hard but light. Finding none he grasped his helmet, usually he did not wear one. But he did not know anything about the natives how they attacked, their weapons, or skill. He didn't want to take any chances, and it is much wiser to be over prepared then not at all. The helmet would cover his whole head and face only exposing his eyes and mouth. The helmet would not disrupt his vision or breathing. Placing it over his head he looked over himself one last time making sure everything is where it was meant to be and no loose endings. He was ready. His armour was sliver covering his body only exposing his joints and rips, and he had black silk clothing underneath so his body could breathe in the heat. Tightening his gloves he turned and walked out jumping on his horse he galloped away meeting his generals on the sandy field.

The generals waited, all of them stoic on their horses waiting for their lord to approach. Vegeta joined his men and took the lead marching forward in the sand to the awaiting jungles his men behind him. Vegeta stopped as well as the men, just ahead were six men standing slightly out of the jungles edge hundreds of men behind them. Only five of the men begin walking towards them and Vegeta scoffed.

"It seems they wish to talk Lord Vegeta. They do not seem like much. They are not even wearing armour" Furtif broke the silence and chuckled at the sight of the half naked men approaching them.

"Furtif go back to inform the men to halt then return. We will all go to see what these fools want." Vegeta scowled waiting for Furtif to return. Once he returned to join the rank Vegeta raised his hand and begun to trot forward on his horse with his generals flanked beside him, meeting the jungle men halfway. Vegeta quickly glanced at the men before him up. They did not look like much as Furtif said. Wearing only blue baggy pants and carrying staff's. He did not get a surprise from the others until he laid eyes on the last one. He took a sharp breathe he knew that man, it was Nappa! He would know that face anywhere, the man was with him for the first eight years of his life. Vegeta thought his body guard and fathers general was dead with the rest. He growled the man must have run from duty the coward!

"Who is the one called lord?" Kakarot asked.

Vegeta locked eyes on the jungle man thinking to himself that he must be the leader of the misfit bunch. Vegeta kicked his horse to move a few steps forward signalling he was the lord. He did not wish to speak, he did not want Nappa to recognize him for a reason he didn't understand. He took in the looks of the man in front of him. He was tall and built with peach coloured skin and dark features like himself. He was confused as to why the skin of the man was light the others were tanned almost to a bronze. His should be as dark as them living in these jungles. The man had such wild hair, long, short, and bangs going where ever they pleased Vegeta grunted. When the jungle leader gazed in he's own eyes they locked. Vegeta felt a surge of some sort deep within him. Looking into the large, and soft eyes of the man before him. That man held a power deep in him and it drawn Vegeta in.

Kakarot looked up at the man whom moved forward the one who silently proclaimed to be the lord. The armoured man looked high and mighty from where he sat but Kakarot was determined to knock him down. He looked into the eyes of the lord and held in a shiver and felt a spark. None of his past enemies made him feel a chill but no matter he will stand his ground. The spark he felt he did not question instead he overlooked it. "Why have you come to these jungles?" Kakarot waited for an answer from the lord but it did not come. It was a skinny red head who spoke. Kakarot did not let his eyes leave the armoured lord.

"It is obvious is it not? We come to conquer the lands. Now why don't you just give up? Save us the energy because you cannot beat us." Furtif smiled to the jungle men. "Our army is far much greater, and we are skilled with steel. Your sticks and rocks will do nothing to us other than make our heads hurt."

Vegeta truly did not care if they surrendered or not. He wanted to fight this jungle man either way. Also he wanted to ask Nappa some questions then kill him for being a coward.

"I have a solution, better than surrendering." Kakarot lifted his hand and extending a finger upwards.

Yaakov chuckled at the rag tag leader standing before them all and asked. "And what is your solution boy?"

"We all fight one on one. If you win you have these lands and the people will follow you without question. If we win then you leave peacefully and never return."

Vegeta thought about it. It would be much easier and quicker. Also saves them the worries of the jungle. Looking to his generals they nodded. A silent agreement was all that was issued, no matter the outcome the jungle will be their's.

Yaakov noticed how his lord was silent and took up the role to speak on his behalf much to Zuba's annoyance. "Very well we all agree. I am General Yaakov which one of you poor souls will take my challenge?" Yaakov removed his axe from the holder on his back and lifted it high in the air.

Nappa stood forward. "I am General Nappa and I will battle you Yaakov!" Yaakov smiled at the mammoth man.

"Humph not fair Yaakov I wanted to battle him. Very well. I am General Zuba who wishes to die by my hand?"

"I will fight you but I will not fail! I am Yamcha!" Yamcha got into his fighting stance smiling at his opponent.

Vegeta looked at the man named Yamcha. The fool did not have a chance against Zuba. Zuba will tear him apart. He was slender and had very little muscle. His was just a little shorter then Zuba. He had scars on his face one across his cheek and the other down his eye a sign he was not new to battle. The man had shaggy long hair down his back and in front of his eyes. It was certain he was going to lose to Zuba.

Furtif introduced himself in a very flamboyant way Vegeta never heard him use before. Perhaps to catch his opponent off guard Vegeta thought. Furtif also introduced Yu Yong to the last two warriors. A small bald man stepped forward to challenge Furtif and his men blew up in laughter at the bald dwarf they did not even get a chance between the mirth to hear the name of the small man. "There you are Furtif! Even you can defeat a mere dwarf!" Zuba shouted between his mocking laughter causing the men to laugh much harder. The Dwarf Shouted gaining all their attention.

"I am Krillen! And I will show you all!" The dwarf named Krillen was squatted down his fist tight and shaking with anger.

"Well the lil pup got some set of teeth!" Yaakov taunted.

"Enough!" A tall bald man stood forward. "Your man doesn't have a chance with Krillen, he is a great warrior!" The man looked down at Krillen nodding. Looking back at the five men on horses he pointed to Yu Yong. "Well I guess it is me and you. I am Tien."

Kakarot looked at the intensity of his men's eye's they were ready. "That just leaves us. I am Kakarot leader and protector of these jungles!" Kakarot waited for the lord to speak. "Are you mute like your General there?" Kakarot pointed to Yu Yong never taking his eyes from the lord.

Vegeta scoffed at the jungle man named Kakarot. Vegeta lifted a leg over the horse and glided down with grace to the ground. He looked to his generals watching them as they done the same. Zuba approached Vegeta and whispered in his ear. "My lord do you wish for me to shout and inform the men of what we are doing?" Vegeta only nodded his head. Zuba turned his back. "Men! We shall fight with these fools one on one. If we win the land is our lords! If we lose then we leave!" The men shouted their understanding as the word spread through the ranks the cheer continued. Unbeknownst to Vegeta and his men the cheers were not for them to win but for the ones who challenged their lord and his generals.

Vegeta slapped his horse away, sending it back to his army behind him. His generals followed suite. Vegeta stepped forward facing his opponent the one who challenged him, the one whose power has drawn him in, the one named Kakarot. His generals walked behind him to face their own opponents.

They all stood staring, and sizing each other up. Kakarot was taken aback slightly by the height of the lord once he came down from the horse. He didn't expect him to be so short. He was the shortest of their bunch. Kakarot was a feet taller than him but shaking away the surprise he knew he couldn't underestimate his opponent you never knew how truly skilled they could be.

Vegeta grunted at Kakarot. He knew that look, he received it every time he found himself in a one on one fight. The man may do the same as the others as well, underestimate him. It would be Kakarot's biggest downfall if he does. Vegeta smirked at Kakarot and spoke in a soft voice only loud enough for ten men to hear. "This will be a fight to the death." It was low, but commanding his generals joined him in the smirk and raised their weapons readying it for battle.

Vegeta waited for Kakarot to make his move keeping his stance motionless. The wait wasn't long because Yaakov starting this off with a roar attacking Nappa with a low swing from his powerful axe. Vegeta could not watch his generals fight because he was engaged in his own conflict.

Kakarot dashed at Vegeta swinging a foot out to trip him. Vegeta flipped backwards kicking Kakarot under the chin and landing back on his feet gracefully. Kakarot was surprised to see the agility of the man even with the armour on his body the kick was unseen by Kakarot. Now Kakarot knew that this was a fight of fist and skill. He would now expect anything from the lord.

Vegeta smirked and rushed Kakarot making a sharp upper body turn to increase the speed and force of his back handed fist. Kakarot blocked the fist with his upper arm directing it to continue in the direction it started leaving Vegeta's ribs exposed. Kakarot quickly struck Vegeta's ribs with his palm feeling the bone snap like a strong stick. Vegeta coughed from the power of that blow and fell to his knees. He looked up to Kakarot and growled grasping the back of Kakarot's knee he pulled knocking him off balance and falling forward towards him. Vegeta made a tight fist and slammed his fist under Kakarot's chin will all his might sending the man reeling on his back.

Kakarot spat out the blood that pool in his mouth. He kept his eyes almost closed only seeing the ground and waited. Vegeta approached wondering if he already killed the man. When Vegeta was close Kakarot sprung into action lifting his legs he latched them to Vegeta's chest tightly and flipped. Vegeta was turned upside down then landed hard on his shoulder. Vegeta quickly got back to his feet and bared his teeth snatching his sword from its holder. Kakarot bared his teeth in return making a quick dash to his side to get his staff. Both men were planted to the ground standing only a foot from one another baring their teeth, eyes locked, and growling like two wild beasts of the lands.

Furtif shouted to the skies. He very much underestimated the dwarf to an extreme. Krillen was very evasive as well as quick for a man of his stature easily avoiding attacks and strike Furtif with his staff. It was the final moment of the thief's life he made a grave mistake out of impatience. Furtif attacked Krillen head on not thinking clearly. Instead of planning a tactic to catch the dwarf in a trap he charged leaving chest and his neck exposed. Krillen saw his opportunity to end it and took it quickly by two strikes. Using all his force to smack Furtif in the middle of his chest and whip the staff to the side to add more power to another strike. Furtif held his wounded chest leaving his neck open not even noticing the staff coming down. Krillen struck Furtif's neck severing the bone leaving an awful crunching sound filling the air.

Vegeta was momentarily distracted by the sound and turned his head to watch one of his generals fall his head in a strange angle. This was the very time Kakarot made his move. Kakarot placed his staff in a standing position he hooked his foot in the bottom front of his staff and pulled, while his hands pushed forward to propel the top of the staff to Vegeta's armoured skull. A loud and long ding sound was the next to fill the battlefield. The hit made Vegeta step back and hold on to his helmet to stop the ringing it admitted.

Vegeta shook his head regaining his bearings. Vegeta knew he should not allow himself to be distracted at any cost, Kakarot would use every opportune moment he could. Another yell rang out and Vegeta knew it was not one of his men he smirked showing off his canines at Kakarot. Even though Kakarot was still facing Vegeta the lord knew that Kakarot was not paying attention to him. Vegeta leapt forward pulling back his sword he thrust it at Kakarot aiming for his chest. Kakarot snapped back quickly using his staff to block and direct it to the side. Vegeta's sword sliced Kakarot's upper arm. Kakarot did not flinch only looking more firmly at Vegeta.

Yu Yong laughed inside his head at his opponent grasping on his upper arm trying to stop the flow of blood that gushed to the veins and arteries that was no longer present. Tien looked at the sand and watch it drink up his life force he groaned closing his eyes he begun to put him in a self numbing mind set so that he could no longer feel the pain. Yu Yong stood waiting for the man to attack or give up he would not attack first. Yu Yong had a defensive fighting skill avoid and strike, not strike and avoid. Tien reached where he needed to be his body was numb he felt like a cloud light and free. Tien straighten and took his staff from his gripping hand laying on the sand he readied himself.

Yaakov was dodging the big mans heavy fist that where directed to his head while returning a few himself. They both agreed to use their brute strength and leave their weapons behind. Yaakov was laughing the entire time enjoying the rush and glory of battle even when the fist made contact on Yaakov body drank in the pain like the finest ale welcoming the pain, he was feeling alive.

Vegeta and Kakarot were locked in a power struggle, their weapons clashed, and they were face to face they snarled and growled. Both jumped back only to charge one another again. Vegeta's sword clashed with the top of Kakarot's staff they both spun their weapons to knock one or the others weapon away. They only succeeded in knocking both weapons away. Vegeta watched his sword fly from his grasp and land a few feet away. He swept his foot to take Kakarot off his feet much like Kakarot done in the beginning but Kakarot avoided it, and made a swipe at Vegeta with his knuckle. Vegeta tilted his head away from the fist both men gave the other a smirk. Both men knew that this fight will truly test their skills and limits.

Zuba was becoming very annoyed by the fool. He kept thrusting and swiping his spear only for Yamcha to dance away. Zuba hasn't made one hit on the man nor did Yamcha land a blow to Zuba. He kept dancing and rolling around when Zuba would attack. Yamcha's plan was to tire the man out then make a move he didn't worry about himself getting tired since he was always bouncing with energy. Zuba snarled losing more patience than he never really had.

Yu Yong was slightly surprised by the man's utter show of determination to win. Tien's attacks became aggressive, closer, and more frequent. Yu Yong was having a hard time keeping up with his attacks. He was use to men being at a distance from the fear of his weapon he was not use to an attacker being so close because of this he had to try his damnest to keep up. Yu Yong never noticed the rock behind him when he stepped back to gain some distance. Yu Yong tripped up and fell letting his weapon leave his hands. Tien rushed in and snatched Yu Yong's polearm with the speed of lightening. Tien lifted the weapon and brought down the blade to Yu Yong's neck cutting deep. Yu Yong gasped and gurgled looking over to Zuba to save him.

Zuba saw Yu Yong from the corner of his eye he turned his head. Yu Yong lay on the sand one hand grasping his neck as his other hand was stretched towards him in a plea for help. Zuba yelled out to Yu Yong it was one of the things Yamcha hoped for either Zuba grew tired or very distracted. Yamcha moved forward with the speed of a striking snake taking out his dagger he aimed for Zuba's liver. Zuba felt the sharp stinging pain on his side and turned his wide eyes to Yamcha. Zuba clutched Yamcha's shoulder and dropped his spear. Zuba used his free hand and took a strong hold of Yamcha's chin making the man watch him die. "You I will meet you in hell. I will take your soul." Zuba coughed blood up from his throat sliding down Yamcha's body as he died never taking his eyes from the standing man. Zuba's eye's confirmed his threat to Yamcha as it stayed as it was even in death.

Yaakov and Nappa where locked in their own power struggle, only it was to see who would pass out first from lack of air being recieved in the lungs. Both men held their opponent's neck in their hands squeezing hard. Nappa began to feel his head swoon and his vision become dotted he knew he had to stop this soon or it will be him who die's. Nappa made his last ditch effort by kneeing the man in the rips several times. Yaakov tried to gasp in much needed air but Nappa's hands became more tighter cutting off all possibiltites of breathing. Yaakov became limp in Nappa's fist, Yaakov's legs failed him he was left to being held by the sheer strength of Nappa. With Yaakov's last moment's he smiled wickedly at Nappa making a silent promise, Yaakov welcomed the enternal darkness with a smile. Nappa kept a tight grip on Yaakov for several moments longer making sure the man was dead.

All of Kakarot's fighters stood back watching the fight between their leader and the dead men's lord. None of Kakarot's men liked to kill but they knew they had to kill these evil twisted men. They had a duty to protect their home and once the lord had fallen all the people throughout the lands will be free from the lords malicious grasp.

Vegeta and Kakarot stood at a stand still they both were matched in skill and willpower. Vegeta scanned the area all his men lay dead upon the sand, spitting Vegeta growled he would not lose he refused defeat. Kakarot watched the man carefully. As much as Kakarot would hate to admit it but this was his best match, it gave him an utter thrill, and he was excited. Kakarot's past battles never done this to him before but he needed to end this. "Surrender! Quit and leave this place! Your men has fallen there is no longer any reason to continue!" Kakarot shouted to Vegeta.

"Never!" Vegeta rushed Kakarot jumping in the air he extended his leg and brought his foot down. Kakarot stepped back only falling in Vegeta's tactic. Vegeta knew he would step back he counted on it his sword not to far away behind Kakarot. Vegeta propelled himself towards Kakarot still in the air and took Kakarot off his feet by his knees. Vegeta back flipped and landed straddling Kakarot's chest. Vegeta reached his sword and placed it in the middle of Kakarot's throat. "This you scum is where you die!" Kakarot felt a known divine feeling tingling in his finger tips and wrist. It traveled to the middle of his palm. Thinking to he's own self it was now or never. It was as if time slowed for Kakarot as he placed his hands on Vegeta's chest and let his power go.

Vegeta slightly raised his sword to plunge the sword in the man's throat knowing it was foolish to leave yourself open in such a manner. But Vegeta was determined to win, this was his last chance to get such an upper hand. When the tip of his sword touched the man's throat he noticed the man's hands were flat on his chest he wondered quickly how the man moved without him noticing. In that very moments not even a split second Vegeta noticed Kakarot's eyes become white. Vegeta felt a rush of wind collide with his chest engulfing him in a whirlwind. It sent him sailing far from Kakarot. The energy burned, it was electric, and it was cold wrapped all together in a strange symphony. As Vegeta soared above the sand he crash at his army's feet smacking his head hard on the back of his helmet. He allowed the darkness to surround him like a loving embrace.

Kakarot blinked many times to come back to himself. He looked around the field to notice the lord far from him laying at the feet of his standing men. All was silent until a lone man cheered a moment later the men of the army all cheer along with the man the men of the jungle roared their delight adding to the joyous cheers. Kakarot stood and begun to walk towards the lord his four men followed behind they approached the lord they all stood above him looking down. Kakarot noticed the small intakes of breath from the man below. The lord's men stopped their cheers and bowed their heads to Kakarot.

One man stepped forward offering a blade to Kakarot to finish the job. Kakarot took the offering and tested its sharpness, grasping the handle tight he went to make his swing. Kakarot thought to himself he didn't even know the man's name. Once he started his strike everything faded away to nothing only surrounded by white and invisible ground. "What is going on here?"

"No harm will come to you." A soft rumble of a deep voice was heard echoing the white void.

Kakarot was turning right to left looking for the owner of the voice. "Who are you? And why am I here?"

"You Kakarot are in my world. As for whom I am? I am the protector of the man you were about to kill."

Kakarot bared his teeth readying for another fight. "You brought me here to kill me!"

"I said no harm will befall you Kakarot."

"But you are the lord's protector! You say you will not harm me so do you plan on keeping me here forever?"

"No."

"Then why?" Kakarot still turned around looking for the culprit who brought him here.

Suddenly a large man stepped out of no where appearing in front of him. The man features was disrupted by a bright light Kakarot was only able to make out the brilliantly golden armour that shined and the long golden locks. "I brought you here so I may speak to you. I know you know your opponent as a harsh, cold, and evil man. But he was never like that before. He was made to be that way Kakarot by forces stronger than we both can phantom. I know Kakarot what he would have been. He would be a kind, loving, and a just man. It was the evils done to him that made him this way. I know it is still not too late for him Kakarot." Kakarot cut the spirit off.

"Why are you telling me this spirit?"

"Because Kakarot I know you can save him. I ask of you Kakarot spare him, heal him. Body and soul Kakarot. Only you can do it, you hold his life in your hands now Kakarot. Choose wisely."

Kakarot thought hard on the request. It is hard for him to say no to such a plea and he loved helping people but he didn't know if the lord can truly be reached. Kakarot have heard of the many evil deeds the lord had done and to forgive so easily would be hard for him. Hell he was surprised the lord lived after that attack. He took a deep breath and sighed. "What is his name?"

"He will tell you, or you may find out sooner than you think."

"What of his army?"

"They are all slaves, and you freed them. They will disperse across the land and begin anew."

"Who are you?"

"That no one should know. Keep this meeting secret. Veg… The lord knows nothing of me. One day when he is ready and need me he will know of me understand Kakarot?" The spirit was thankful he caught himself, he almost said Vegeta's name. He wanted to look like any normal man and smack is forehead with the palm of his hand for being so careless.

Kakarot felt someone shake his shoulder and turned to see Nappa's concerned eye's on him. Kakarot gave the man a smile and looked back at the lord. He was so close to having his name the spirit almost let it slip, what he knew now was that it started with Veg. Shifting his gaze to the men in front of him he raised his hands. "You are all free men! Leave here and start a new life!" They army cheered and begun racing in every direction. Kakarot dropped the sword that was handed to him at his feet. Kakarot's men gave him a confused look at his actions. Kakarot bent down placing a hand on the lord's chest wondering if he still had a heart that beats. "Nappa we need a stretcher for the man. Please bring one to me."

"Why Kakarot?" Krillen stumbled.

"Because he needs one! He is too badly injured to carry freely. We need to place him on a stretcher and tie him down so he cannot move. "

"Why Kakarot? Just finish him off!" Yamcha Shouted

"Don't question me! None of you I do not want to hear it! Just do what I ask! Just know I have my reasons." Kakarot raised his voice to his men out of anger which startled his men. They never heard their innocent protector talk out of anger or frustration before. Kakarot was carefree, loving, and naïve he was more like a curious boy then a grown man. Only in a fight they would see their protector become a hard fierce warrior.

Vegeta felt himself sway the motions causing him to groan in pain and discomfort. Opening his eye's he was greeted by the sun pushing through the leaves. He didn't expect hell to look like this. On further inspection he noticed he was very much alive and being moved through the jungle. Turning his head to the left he saw the blurry vision of the warrior named Kakarot. He was carrying him a handle connected to the makeshift stretcher resting on his shoulder. Where were they taking him and what will they do to him?

Kakarot felt eyes on his face and noticed the lord looking at him. The lord was still in all his armour Kakarot refused to remove anything until they knew the extents of his injuries. Kakarot looked directly at the lord and smiled "Go back to sleep. You need all your rest to heal."

Vegeta looked back to the sky and groaned. He had no energy to talk or think. Taking Kakarot's advice he fell back into slumber, smelling smoke of fired fill his nostrils.
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