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Chapter 1
By : Timaelan
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It was raining again. Drops were dripping from Gohan's hair, making their way down his forehead and into his eyes. For some reasons, the cool sensation startled him and dragged him out of his numbness. He blinked the water away and found himself kneeling on the ground with his hand still held by a very dead native in the middle of a field of ruins of what once was a thick forest. His muscles were sore from blankly sitting on the same spot and he felt deeply confused as if waking up in an unfamiliar place.

He pryed his hand out of the corpse's grip and scanned the bleak landscape around him. Memories of how he got there slowly pieced up in his foggy mind and he frowned as he noticed that the day seemed to be fading already. He'd certainly lost track of time somehow and he wondered how much time he'd been sitting idly in that damn place. The question sent a rush of adrenaline into his veins. "Trunks," he whispered for himself.

He struggled to his feet, but as soon as he was up, a powerful dizziness washed over him and a thrill buzz pierced through his brain, crushing instantly any rational thoughts. He stumbled aside at the unexpected shock and almost lost his balance as he doubled over with a yelp of pain. Daylight was scorching his eyes and he shut them down while the aggressive sound kept resounding in his helpless mind. He instinctively pressed his palms against his ears in a hopeless attempt to soothe the terrible sensation but as he was trying to regain his drifting senses, the darkness of his agonizing brain was shattered by random pictures flashing up like uncontrolled memories. They didn't look like any of his memories though. They were blurry, vanishing far too quickly to make any sense, but they triggered a stressful feeling of danger.

Then, all of a sudden, everything went back to normal. The whole thing had hardly lasted a minute, leaving Gohan's brain numb at the stillness. He slowly cracked his eyes open and carefully loosened his grip on his skull, expecting a new crisis, but the haziness was gone. He was still standing in the rain surrounded by the devastated jungle. The soft sound of the raindrops hitting the ground was the only thing he could hear while the bittersweet scent of death rose from the ground.

A faint tickling under his nose brought him to touch his upper lip. He was rewarded with red stains on his fingertips. As he studied them thoughtfully, dark crimson droplets crushed down on his white boots. His nose was bleeding. The sight revived the feeling of great danger that had plagued him before. He wiped out his nose in a harsh gesture and rocketed to the sky, heading straight to the camp.

He sped away the fastest he could. Yet, the rain caused a damp mist floating in the air and clouding his view and his sense of direction. With the light of the sun getting weaker, the only reliable compass he still had left was the Saiyan kis in the distance. They were faint and flickering as they tended to fade into the natural overwhelming energy of the planet and Gohan needed to focus hard to let them guide him.

Thus, the flight was long and almost blind, wearing his every nerve a little bit more, until he eventually located the camp. The rain had stopped by then, but the daylight was giving way to another long night and he landed in creeping darkness. Even so, he didn't miss that something was wrong.

First, there was no sign of life whatsoever. Yet, what worried him even more was the shadows of the wrecked barracks standing like gloomy figures around him. He could make out that most of the buildings were damaged, if not completely wasted. A serious battle had been going on here.

He shivered in concern at the thought. He couldn't get Trunks off of his mind. The Saiyans kis he'd sensed were still lurking around, but they were distant and scattered in the jungle. Most of all, the Prince's aura wasn't part of them. Neither was Chard's, he realized.

He absently wiped away the blood that had caked under his nose and took a hesitant step, unsure of what to do and where to go until his eyes met the jail. The building looked untouched and if anything, there was one person who should still be in that damn camp.

He rushed to the entrance and walked by the deserted goalkeeper's desk to the corridor where the cells stood. The native was still locked in there and Gohan's heart pounded in hope at the sight. The small creature didn't seem to be very fit though. It was curled up on the ground, his long robe wrapped around his frail, trembling body.

Gohan unlocked the door and stepped closer to the prisoner. He knelt down next to the little form, but remained hesitant at touching him. Last time he'd touched a native had resulted in a shortcut of his brain and he couldn't afford to lose track of time for a whole day again.

He used his sleeves to avoid any skin contact and rolled the creature over to have a better view on his face. His eyes were no longer a shining red and his skin looked dried up, but he was still alive and conscious.

"Hey, do you hear me?" Gohan urged.

As a reply, the alien blinked.

"Can you speak? Do you understand me? What happened?" Gohan insisted.

The native took a deep breath. Gohan couldn't help but expect a word, although he knew deep down that the creature was likely unable to understand him, let alone to answer.

Against all odds, the alien whispered something though. "They destroy."

Gohan frowned. "What? Who? Tell me what happened," he asked eagerly.

"Everything," the small being murmured.

Gohan shook him forcefully. "Tell me more, who destroyed the camp?" Without knowing it, he was yelling now.

Yet, the native’s only reply was a growl of pain before he closed his eyes. Gohan tried to wake him up, but he was hardly breathing. He looked like he was on the brink of death.

Gohan let go of him with a deep sigh. He had to find Trunks, and since he couldn't feel his ki, he would need serious help for that. He shall call Vegitasei too. He had a dry mouth at the prospect of explaining the situation to the King. Goddamnit, Gohan had been entrusted with the Prince’s safety. How could he justify himself for such a disaster? What if Trunks had been - killed? He forced his train of thought out of this dire path and stood up.

He exited the jail and headed for the barrack dedicated to the transmission equipment only to find it down. A single cracked piece of wall was still standing in the night. Gohan's dejection grew a little bit more, but he couldn't afford to dwell on that nagging feeling. He decided not to lose more time in the useless camp and flew away.

His last option was to join the ship, but he dreaded somehow what he would find there. If anything, the endless forest he flew over reminded him of how totally helpless he would end if things had turned wrong in the base as well. Some foes were lurking around and he had to face the fact that they might have gone down on their headquarters too.

Yet, that stressful thought faded when Gohan made out the huge figure of the spaceshift in the distance. He scrutinized the massive machine while flying closer. He could feel the Saiyan kis inside and he was relieved to detect no sign of restlessness of any kind. It was night and everyone seemed to be at their usual sleeping time. No matter who the foes were, they hadn't made their way up there, yet. There was still hope.

He landed at the foot of the access ramp and as he ran up to the entrance, he almost bumped into a bulky figure standing quietly before the door.

Gohan repressed a backlash at the unexpected encounter. Pyrnut was in front of him, dressed up in complete uniform with his hands clasped behind his back. His stance was confidence as if quietly waiting for his Commander. Something felt wrong though. A thick shadow was clouding his features and making him hardly recognizable. Gohan blinked, thinking the night might play tricks on his mind, but the shadow was still there, coating the officer's face. “Pyrnut?” Gohan asked in a murmur while rubbing his eyes.

“I sensed your approach with the scouter,” the Saiyan Lord answered with a tap on the device tied to his ear. “I’m glad to see you back,” he added.

“What- what happened to you?” Gohan stammered in unease as the black cloud wouldn't clear up the Saiyan's face.

Pyrnut opened his arms as to let his Commander contemplate him. “As you can see, my Lord. That's the regeneration tank's miracle. I'm completely healed and fit.”

Gohan blinked again in utter confusion and in a split second, the shadow was gone, leaving the Saiyan officer's features plain to see. The long scar was still in place, as was the square jaw and the thin lips. Gohan tensed. Exhaustion was toying with his weary brain.

“Are you all right, Lord Gohan? We had words of very worrisome events in your camp. Is His Highness not with you?” Pyrnut asked in concern.

The question snatched Gohan back to the pressing situation of the Prince. “No. I don't know what happened exactly, but I hate to say that Chard has certainly something to do with it. Let's go inside and try to connect to Vegitasei in the first place.”

Pushing the Saiyan officer aside, Gohan opened the door and entered the ship in a hurry. Pyrnut followed him suit wordlessly while Gohan kept talking. “Our first priority is to find the Prince. I can't feel his aura and that's no good. Gather some men-"

“Do you mean you don't know where His Highness is?” Pyrnut cut off.

Gohan glared at him over his shoulder. “Indeed, I don't. I mean, he might be somewhere in that rotten jungle, but-"

“With all the fucking mutineers wandering around? Why is it you can't feel his ki?” Pyrnut growled frantically.

Gohan froze on his tracks and turned around to face him. “What do you mean mutineers?”

Pyrnut frowned in disbelief. “Some soldiers of your camp showed up earlier in the evening. They said there had been a mutinery back there. I thought you'd know about it already. The guys said the Prince and you were missing, but they didn't knwow whether you were dead or just gone. They fought the mutineers and a lot of men were killed. Some of the survivors made it back to us to break the news. I was about to send men to look for you, but then I thought that you would come back on your own if you were alive anyway, so I deem it wiser to keep the men to guard the ship. I also warned Vegitasei. Now, why can't you sense His Highness' ki? Is he dead?”

Gohan mulled over Pyrnut's tale. A mutinery. That was something unheard in the Saiyan army. The likeliest reason for it to happen now was that there had been many more members of the Saiyan Flame in their ranks than they had suspected. Maybe they had even coaxed other soldiers in joining their fight, and considering the main goal of that fight was to kill Trunks, Pyrnut's question sounded quite relevant. Was the Prince dead? “No,” Gohan heard himself answer confidently.

Pyrnut raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Why are you so sure?”

Gohan couldn't say. He would certainly have felt it if Trunks had died. He had to be right either way, Trunks was alive. Gohan wouldn't endure another loss after his brother. His mind simply refused it. “Wake up your men and tell them to get ready to scour the jungle. Take as many scouters as we have. I have to contact Vegitasei,” he commanded.

“Lord Commander, as I said, I already had a connection with Vegitasei. They’re sending backup. We shouldn't lose more time and leave as soon as possible,” Pyrnut called him back as Gohan resumed his walk to the transmission room. All by talking, the Saiyan officer pressed the alarm control to warn the whole staff that they had an emergency to deal with. An intermittent howl immediately echoed throughout the whole ship with red lights flashing in rhythm along the corridors.

Gohan glanced at Pyrnut. “Just need a quick chat with the King. I’ll be done by the time the men will be ready to go,” he shouted over the loud siren.

Yet, as he was about to hurry his walk to the transmission room, he bumped into a row of soldiers. Others were pouring out from the end of the corridor and forming a crowd preventing Gohan from going further. Their group was so compact that he could hardly take another step and irritation crept over him. “Let me fucking through,”he snapped at them.

It seemed like none of them would bulge though and Gohan had to shove them ruthlessly aside. A hand eventually grabbed his shoulder from behind to pull him back. “Lord Commander, this is insane. The King can wait. He'll like good news better, don't you think? Let's go get His Highness now,” Pyrnut said as he forced Gohan to whirl around and face him.

Gohan was taken aback by his officer's boldness. Pyrnut was plain and simple questioning his decision. Gohan had to admit he was somehow right though. Trunks was more important and each minute could make a difference.

His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the ship's entrance opening behind Pyrnut. Gohan gaped. “Trunks,” he couldn't help but utter.

The statement silenced everyone at once. The alarm was still screaming at regular intervals, but all the men were motionless, waiting for their Prince to show up through the door. Pyrnut had turned around as well and was expecting for Gohan's intuition to come true.

Instead of that, Teeb stepped through the doorframe. He paused at the entrance and stared warily at the expectant group welcoming him. The other Saiyans were looking back at him the same way. His armor was damaged and blood was dripping from the half torn bandage of his shoulder, soaking his sleeve in the process. His filthy face framed with damp, shaggy hair gave him a wild look too. Most of all, he seemed to be alone.

“Where is His Highness?” Gohan hissed at once.

Teeb’s eyes drifted on the soldiers gathered in the corridor, dwelled on Pyrnut and eventually locked on Gohan. “Dead,” he uttered.

Gohan’s heart skipped a beat. Everyone was still and processing the news for an instant but Gohan couldn't take it. Before he knew it, he pushed Pyrnut aside and rushed upon the Second. “Dead? This can't be,” he exclaimed by seizing Teeb's collar.

Teeb tried to back away from the angry grip, but Gohan held him tight and his furious glare was enough to let the Saiyan know that the safest move was to give answers. "A hord of soldiers attacked us. They came down on him. There were many of them."

Gohan gaped for air in disbelief. "Many? How many would it be to kill him? An army? You're talking nonsense," he growled in a low voice.

Teeb scowled. He had a hard time staring back at Gohan. Wrath was shining in the hybrid's eyes while the fabric of the Saiyan's uniform was giving in the strength of his hold. "He – He was weakened by some drug Chard gave him. He could hardly stand on his own," Trunks' Second mumbled in unease.

Gohan's eyes widened at the realization that Teeb's explanation matched the fact that Trunks' ki had so strangely disappeared for a while. Gohan felt breathless. He loosened his grip and tried to collect his thoughts.

"Did you see his body?" Pyrnut's asked.

The question snatched Gohan out of his numbness and he looked up at Teeb to watch out for his answer.

The Second in Command looked hesitant at first, but he eventually had a faint nod. "I did," he murmured.

The words blew up any hint of hope still creeping in Gohan's mind and an uncontrollable fury seized him. He shoved Teeb against the wall, causing it to crack up around the Second's body. "How dare you say that and stand safe in front of us? You're his Second, you were supposed to protect him," he roared.

His ki peaked dangerously and the structure of the ship started to shake.

"Lord Commander!" Pyrnut shouted in alarm.

Gohan glared at him.

Pyrnut had a concerned frown as he looked up at the ceiling. "Don't mess up with the ship, otherwise, we'll-"

Gohan didn't listen further. He dragged Teeb through the door and flung him down the acces ramp. The Second fell on his back with a painful huff. He had hardly time to roll over and propped himself on his hand before Gohan landed right next to him.

The Hybrid stared down at the wretched officer at his feet. He urged to kill him. He craved to butcher every bit of that useless creep, but a part of him was still trying to hold back the incredible fury overwhelming him. His thoughts were getting slowly drowned into frustration and anger and Gohan was experienced enough to know it wasn't safe to cave in. He suddenly turned super. He hadn't meant to transform though. It was only the sign of his bubbling energy taking the upper hand on his mind. It was fine. Letting his most basic insticnts take the lead had always been something utterly pleasurable. A short-term bliss, he knew, but an ectascy like no others. And what else did he have left if Trunks was dead? His body was wrapped in a mighty woosh and he let the ki rise a little bit more.

He could hear the murmur of disbelief coming from the soldiers behind him. They were packed at the door of the ship and staring eagerly at the show from the top of the ramp. He peeked at them over his shoulder and couldn't help a smirk twisting his lips at the sight.

Then, focusing back on Teeb, he enjoyed the horror freezing the Second's features. If he wanted more of that, Gohan should be careful. Surrending to his rage would only result into him ki-blasting the Saiyan in a split second and that would only leave him with more frustration and anger.

The hybrid took a deep breath in an attempt to restore some control on his acts. He leaned down and grabbed the officer's hair, yanking his head back, up to him. "You should be dead and you're not," Gohan stated in a low growl.

The Saiyan grew restless and struggled frantically. "I – You don't understand," he shrieked.

"Our Prince is dead while you're alive, that I understand," Gohan grunted. He pulled the Saiyan's head further backwards, considering the angle his neck would endure before snapping once and for all. Teeb moaned in pain, his nervous hands desperately trying to loosen Gohan's grip.

The hybrid eventually kicked his back so hard that he sent him flying a few feet away. Teeb fell flat, face first in the mud. "You let him die. You did," Gohan concluded as he walked closer to him.

His voice was a disturbing flatness, but he still felt the threatening blaze of energy brewing inside him. He gathered a glowing ki in his hand and crouched down next to his prey.

Teeb had raised his hand and he was seeking support on his palm to sit up. Gohan clutched his palm on the nap of his neck andshoved him back to the ground. "Feel it?" he whispered. "Feel the ki burning your skin? Do do you think Trunks felt the same before he died? Did he have time to feel anything?"

Teeb had his face pressed in the mud again. He could hardly breathe but he was hissing in pain as Gohan's ki grew brighter. "Please, can't you see? I can't believe you can't feel it," the Saiyan whined.

"Shut the fuck up!" Gohan roared by increasing his ki's intensity. Teeb howled. His skin was getting a disturbing red around the Hybrid's palm while the fabric of the uniform shrinked at the slow burn. Gohan found the sight amazing.

"Just look at them!" Teeb yelled all of a sudden.

Gohan frowned at the words. For a split second, lucidity overtook rage and he wondered who Teeb was talking about. Looking around, the hybrid's eyes met the silent group of soldiers. They were now out of the ship and gathered on the ramp. Something was amiss though. Except for Pyrnut standing in the front row and watching the show with crossed arms, the others were somehow keeping their distance with their heads down in a respectful stance. Yet, Gohan didn't see respect there. He saw fear. Or some sort of submission while facing his true might. Soldiers had no reason to be afraid to look at their Commander unless they were at fault. Members of a pack had all reasons to avoid any eye contact with their angry powerful leader.

His thoughts were interrupted by a high peak of ki surging up from somewhere in the jungle. Gohan was so startled that he let go of Teeb at once. "He's not dead," he murmured in astonishment.

"They'll kill him if they find him," Teeb hissed.

Gohan glanced down at him then his eyes turned straight back to the other Saiyans. Pyrnut had a scouter and he had sensed the ki as well. He was looking away in its direction.

Gohan stood up. "Don't move!" he commanded.

Pyrnut stared at him coldly but made no move. "As you wish, Lord Commander," he replied.

Gohan was puzzled at the obedient behavior. He peered down at Teeb with some hesitation. The Second was painfully hoisting himself up on his hands. "Why did you lie?" Gohan asked.

Teeb didn't answer though. He was struggling to his feet, hardly able to stand anymore. "He needs help," he just mumbled.

Gohan agreed with that and he decided he didn't have to understand more. Trunks' ki was weakening and going back to a sparkle. Gohan rocketed to the sky and headed for the flickering energy.
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