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Uncertainty and Pride	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
Paragus had no ace of spades hidden up his sleeves other than Brolly, but as far as he was concerned, Brolly was all he needed. He did, however, have some good fortune on his side, that being the civil war brewing against the Saiyan’s current King. Because of the Saiyan society’s split discontent, they were less likely to spot danger coming from the outside while many of them were plotting it within the castle walls. It was sad, really, he’s only been there for less than a day and already he’s heard the whispers from amongst many of the servants and even the guard. Still, even that didn’t matter anymore, not now that they have arrived.
The plan is going accordingly enough and he has no intentions of turning back now. Once he and Brolly capture the King and hold him hostage for all the world to see the weakling that he is, Brolly will assume leadership over the people, under his careful guide of course, and together they will murder the King in cold blood, just like the former King tried to murder Brolly as a child, and then, finally, they will be the rightful heirs to the throne, just as it should have been.
They waited until the early morning to search the castle as nonchalantly as possible, given that the men had already acknowledged the visitors as a nonthreat, it still helped when considering that half of them hold no reverence for their King as it is. Sneaking around went almost too well. Still, they would have never found the King had it not been for his Majesty’s reckless guards, who, in their boredom at having to watch over the Gravity Room so constantly, complained loudly and eventually went off to get something to eat one by one.
The duo entered the chambers quickly and Brolly began to raise his power level as he felt King Vegeta’s fluctuating. Peragus tries to keep his son in check, but it was a difficult task, and they both wondered what the King was doing inside of the odd looking machine, and figured it best to catch him as off guard as possible. Not that Brolly needed the extra help, only that they didn’t want to raise any suspicion from the guard, and they didn’t know how much time they had left until they returned and Paragus figured it wouldn’t be long.
He knew that so far things weren’t going exactly according to plan, in fact, he had expected to find Vegeta rather more aware of them, and he had planned on making a spectacle of the situation at hand, but Kakarot had interfered just by being at the castle of all places! Oh well, he wasn’t about to let this opportunity to corner the King alone slip by without taking action. If he had to steal him away until a riper time, when he could broadcast the death of the King, then that’s precisely what he would do.
At this very moment, Vegeta was sleeping, but his mind was restless and nightmares riddled his thoughts with horrific images Vegeta couldn’t fully understand. Mentally he was barreling down on himself. He had not taken a short break earlier in the day when he should have, and instead, when he went to turn the Machine off to go get something to eat, he didn’t make it more a few steps away from the controls before passing out. Even in his dreams he found that he could not calm himself down or quell his burning senses in the least. He never checked his messages and he did not ask for anything from anyone all night. So, the King’s rage was hell bent and in his own beating thoughts he was consumed and he cried out a name, much to Paragus’ surprise:
“KAKAROT!” was heard faintly coming through the machine. It came out as a curdled scream, in a desperate voice, and Vegeta awoke to the sound of his own cries, drenched in sweat and panting as he regained full consciousness.
Brolly heard it and growled. Paragus found that he had to make a move and he attempted to keep his son calm first. He tried to overcome him with the device on his hand, which only worked for a few moments before Brolly’s power surged out of control. Enraged, and nearly beyond his control, Brolly’s strength was increasing at a blinding rate, and Paragus was unsure of his control of him.
Vegeta then grew aware of his danger and although he wasn’t sure who might be outside to greet him, he stood up and headed towards the door, head, pounding and heart, reeling. When he opened it and stepped outside of the machine, sweat drenched and pulse still climbing, Paragus and Brolly stayed hidden around it and to the side and Paragus was begging his son to calm down.
“Who’s there?” The King demanded with a firm scowl which marred his handsome features as he swept his gaze quickly from side to side and his senses did their best to detect a presence. He asked, a little shakily, “Kakarot! Is that you?! I am in no mood to play games!” and even as he said it he knew that it was not Kakarot lurking around the corner. In his great fear, he jumped forward in an attempt to catch the stranger who’d entered into his private room, hearing whispers coming from just around the bend.
Paragus stepped around slowly revealing himself and the smirk on his face was one that could rival the King’s, meanwhile Brolly stayed hidden, his thoughts were straying far from the task at hand.
“King Vegeta!” Paragus bowed to him.
Vegeta saw him with more than just a satirical eye and panic gripped him as he gazed upon this man.
“Do you know who I am?” The man asked, completely removing his hood to reveal and battle-worn face, he had a scar over one of his eyes and a beard…
Dread sank deep inside of the King and his voice failed him. He knew this was not Brolly; he was still concealing himself.
The man chuckled in cold undertones which hinted at his pride and said, “I am Paragus, a Saiyan who has not returned home in nearly thirty years.”
Vegeta demanded with a snarl on his lips, no longer in so much trepidation as a moment before, “Where is he?”
“Where?” Paragus answered with a voice laced in amusement, “Why, he’s right here.” He chuckled as his larger son came out from the shadows, “and let’s just say we’ve been waiting for this for a very long time. I would send you word from your father,” he smirked, “But you know I can’t very well do that. Actually, I’m surprised you know who I am! The royals so keep their secrets in the dark.”
Vegeta glared and growled, but said nothing more as his mind ran through all of the possibilities and began to conjure a plan.
Suddenly Brolly roared and he could not be quelled by even the hand of his father. Something was exciting him beyond reason, and he powered up and took off, even breaking through the ceiling and soaring off into the sky.
“BROLLY!” Paragus yelled, but he did not believe himself to be losing the upper hand just yet, regardless of where his son has run off to.
Vegeta grit his teeth, and, despite his fears and wonderment at the change of events, he cried, “You should have never let him leave your side!” Immediately he went on the attack.
Nappa, who heard the destruction from elsewhere in the mansion, and the guards who were just coming back to their stations, all grew very alarmed at the rumbling coming from inside of the King’s Gravity Room. They did not hesitate to enter the doors, whether called or not, but as for what they saw, they could not be sure what to think of it.
The King’s fury hailed down upon Paragus. All the men stood and watched as the battle commenced for some time, they tried to ask each other what was going on, but the only man who knew anything wasn’t listening. Nappa recognized Paragus, but he could not speak at the moment, and he was just as lost as everyone else. Other Saiyans who were near this wing of the castle could hear the battle from inside of the Hall and they began to grow nervous, but none of the men inside would answer their calls for information.
Paragus tried his best to fight off the King. It was a miracle the King even had strength enough to fight him after pushing himself for so long at the wrong time, but desperation was becoming him, and Paragus was thrown off by his immense power and knew that he would lose if Brolly did not come back. At the precise moment he realized that he was no match for Vegeta, and that the King would surely beat him into a bloody pulp, he cried, “You might not want to kill me just yet!”
Vegeta growled and lifted him up like a doll as he asked, menacingly, “Why not?”
Paragus laughed, other men of the guard showed up to bear witness, some who knew who Paragus was and wondered about where the son could be, but everyone could see that Paragus was pleading his last defense, as Vegeta held him upright by the neck of shirt. He coughed up some blood and said, “Brolly is controlled by me, with this device,” he showed the King his palm and on it was a strange metal, which looked almost like some type of jewelry and the King pondered what it was as Paragus explained, “If he gets out of control, he’ll destroy us all! I’m the only one he’ll listen to. Without me, not only will you die, but everyone else on this hell-planet.”
The King was listening to all that he wasn’t saying and he figured out Paragus’ plan. He grew cocky, and didn’t like the idea of an unfair fight. He needed to prove that he was the best, even at this very moment, when exhaustion threatened to take over him, and that meant Brolly being at his best when he fights him. He said, his tail swishing behind him at the thrill of a justified kill, “So you think you can become King, by getting rid of me and controlling your freak of a son? I find it doubtful that you are the ‘only one’ who can control him; he’s obviously lost it completely and there is no one who can control him, otherwise you would have never found a reason for such a tool to be made. Besides,” the King gripped the palm which had the machine on it and he crushed it to pieces much to Peragus’ dismay as he added, “I can take him no matter how powerful he is!”
“You!?” Paragus laughed again, now in hysteria, and he cried, “You fool! You can’t beat him! You have no idea what you’ve done by destroying that!! So much for a Kingdom on Planet Vegeta! It may very well be demolished thanks to your ignorance and pride!”
“Feh,” King Vegeta spat, “You shouldn’t worry about such things.” He blew him away.
All the men who watched trembled and feared the worst. Those not in the know heard enough to go on to realize that there was another powerful Saiyan running around somewhere and no one knew where to find him. Many of the men ran but Vegeta couldn’t be bothered by their cowardice or their treason. That Saiyan is out there somewhere, and he must find and destroy him!
Nappa asked the King what he would have him do, but all the King replied was, “Keep everyone in the castle calm and on the lookout for a Saiyan they don’t recognize. Let me know if anyone finds him.” Vegeta left after that, casually strolling through his halls to see if he could sideline the unsuspecting son of the now dead Peragus. Where could he be? Was he even still in the castle? In the recesses of his mind he wondered if he should even challenge him alone? Where is Bardock now, with all of his foresight?

Kakarot was flying as fast as he possibly could, headed in Vegeta’s direction, knowing that he was on his way to the greatest battle of his life, when the battle suddenly came to him.
The two men stopped in midair at the midway point between Bardock’s home and the dwelling of the King. Brolly. Kakarot would recognize him anywhere, and in his mind he found the parallel between them strange, for had he simply run into him without knowledge of his insanity, surely Kakarot would be killed on the spot.
A moment went by as they flew high above the ground, intrigued by the mysterious ways of the universe. They knew one another both for different reasons and in different ways. Brolly knew him to be the cause of early trauma in his life, unrest, and even the anger in his bones. Kakarot began to sweat as he tried to think of all the ways to go about fighting such a beast, knowing that Brolly was not one to be reasoned with, he still decided he would try.
“Brolly,” Kakarot huffed, anxiety taking over, “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to fight me. I know you’re angry, but you don’t have to give in to that anger.”
Brolly went from composed to maniacal in a matter of moments, and his power level rose just as he went in for the first strike.
Kakarot was thrown down to the ground and sent tumbling across the dirt like a piece of trash. Upon sitting up he laughed a little and said to himself, “Yep, he’s the one; the Legendary. Man, that’s some power.” He stood up and braced himself as Brolly moved in for the next attack.

               Vegeta would speak to no one for no one knew the whereabouts of Paragus’ son and it drove him to the brink of madness to know that a man of death was on the loose, but it was not that much more frightening than the actions and inactions of his men at the moment.
               Vegeta suddenly became aware that some of them may not be hoping for his victory, and the bitter sweet thought of his subjects wishing to do away with him finally sunk in for the first time.
               The King banished those thoughts from his mind the moment they entered, and he insisted on searching until he found him, but so far he has had no luck, and he could not imagine where Brolly could have gone off to. He was not thinking straight, he needed to rest, but there was no time for it. Flying into the air and searching in vain, he roared with all of his might and his subjects trembled.

               Kakarot was being tossed around more or less like a rag-doll and their battle had not been going on for very long before Brolly spoke to him, his anger subsiding for the moment, “I am disappointed. I thought you would have more fight in you.”
               Kakarot wheezed as he was attempting to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him while trying to stop his head from spinning. He’s been going at it his hardest, but Brolly, once ascended, far outmatched him in every way. “Hey! Don’t count me out yet! We’re just getting warmed up!” He half-bluffed, half-joked, but inside he was running out of ideas. Even though he had managed to get in a few decent shots, Brolly seems completely unaffected. “I have an idea,” Kakarot called to him, knowing that he was simply buying himself more time to figure out exactly what he should do.
               Brolly answered, “I’m not really interested in whatever you have in mind. You can’t defeat me- at least that much is for certain. I am looking forward to ridding this planet of your existence, though. I’ve been thinking about this all of my life.”
               “Oh yeah?” Kakarot smiled, “Sounds like you need to find a new hobby? What will you do after I’m gone?” Again, he joked, but Brolly only frowned, and he was in no mood for Kakarot’s idle chatter.
“That’s enough. I’ve heard your annoying voice for the last time.” He held up a hand, took aim, and fired as Kakarot attempted to dodge.
               Kakarot hit the ground hard and passed out cold, the last image his mind retained was that of another familiar warrior, who had just saved his life, and he let out a great gasp of dismay as his consciousness gave way.
               The fight in Brolly halted. “What do you want?” Brolly asked and his face held all the surprise he could muster at the moment.
               “It’s my turn to fight you, Brolly.”
               Long moments passed as consideration found its way into Brolly’s understanding. This man, who looks so much like Kakarot, must be his father. Brolly said, “I have no desire to fight you, other than the disgruntling similarity in the looks of you and your son.”
               Bardock smirked and replied, “I wasn’t asking; I was telling. I can’t let you return to the castle and try to pick us off one by one. You will fight you right here and right now, even as my son lays face-down in the dirt. No true Saiyan can turn down such a request, but you’re not much of a Saiyan are you?”
               Brolly growled, “I am more of a Saiyan than you or anyone on this planet will ever be!”
               Bardock chuckled, “Yeah, and I’ll bet your daddy told you that didn’t he? I bet he filled your head with big dreams about the possibilities of you ruling this planet, so long as he retains ultimate control? You fell for every line, believing that you would have sovereignty in your own ignorance, but the truth is, you’re just an overgrown beast and a menace, and we’ve dealt with one too many tyrants in our lifetime.”
               Brolly growled and began powering up as he wondered at the truth in Bardock’s words. Something inside of him shifted and he released even more of his insane power. He cried, allowing his strength to build and to crackle in the blood-orange sky, “None of those things matter! No one controls me! I will be victorious! No one can stand against me! I will prove it to you!”
Bardock felt an ominous feeling, or maybe what he felt was the shaking of the ground, the very rumbling of Planet Vegeta and a great scattering of any nearby animals. He stepped into position, ready to do his best, but he saw him as he gained in strength and stature, glowing, floating high above him in the air, and he knew that he was no match for him. Brolly’s temperament was hostile, hidden behind glossed over eyes, and the sheer look of him was terrifying and even incredible. Bardock could feel the electricity in the air, and it made the hair on his body stand on end.
Bardock smirked, though, as he opened his mind to the world around him, and saw the struggle of the King, as well as his victory, and understood the situation at hand far better than before.
Kakarot lured Brolly here, taking him away from his father, and his actions have saved the King. King Vegeta has destroyed the device that was keeping Brolly under control and killed the King, so Bardock will do his part and sacrifice himself for the well-being of the King, for the happiness of his sons, and for the unity of the planet. This is the day that he has waited for, his final moments, the day and the doom the Kanassan was trying to spare him from.
He knew that the visions which Phoruk had given him would have had a wholly different outcome than those of his own. Phoruk wished to do away with the King for he only saw evil in him and he imagined the Saiyans better off with Kakarot leading them, but Bardock knew better. He knew that if he survived and Vegeta did not, Kakarot would become King to a race which would ignorantly fawn over him, and he would forever struggle fighting off depression at losing Vegeta, tainting his near perfect heart, and ultimately obstructing his just ways. He would never love the same.
Bardock has lived a full life, but the King has not yet realized the potential quality of life that he can lead and the gift which he has had all along of guiding his people with both understanding and promise. His sons have not had the chance yet to experience all of life’s joys, or even its necessary sorrows. He would rather give his life to allow for a chance at happiness in the lives of everyone, than to damn himself to forever regret causing his people such heartache, for even the people of Planet Vegeta, even those who wish to do away with the King, are blindly following suit to the struggles of the world which rest on all of their shoulders. As people of intuition, they must have some sense of their danger, and when hell breaks loose, some men choose good and some, evil, as is the way of things, but surely when they see the King coming around to full maturity and acting upon his good understanding, they will, each of them, have a change in heart.
Bardock said with a smirk on his face in spite of everything, “I don’t mean to disappoint you, but you may as well know; your father is dead. He was not strong enough to defeat King Vegeta. You have underestimated your opponents for the last time, Brolly. You should have stayed the course and not gone after my son.”
“Hmm…” Brolly hummed at his prey, but he grinned, then, and seemed to have lost all prospective for reason.

Raditz awoke to his communicator going off like he has never seen it do before. There were messages from the King, and from Ivony, and from Nappa, as well as a few other members of the guard, including his boss, Anyun.
He listened to them, but his heart only heard a few of the words from each of them: “‘Two Saiyans unknown- Damn it, Raditz, where are you?- The castle is in an uproar!-New plans of warfare- The King is fresh from battle and searching for someone…- King Vegeta killed a man named…- Where are you?!” His head was throbbing as he listened, and only tidbits of the messages stuck with him, but they rattled him to the core.
“Shit!” he whispered, sitting up quickly, and in great dismay he jumped to his feet.
               Time seemed to stand still as he ran around the house looking for his father and his brother, calling out for them both desperately, but neither man were to be found. Kakarot’s bedroom was empty, so was his father’s, but Raditz ran around still, looking for traces of either of them. Tora and Banin slept comfortably while Raditz’s heart fluttered and he panicked upon finding a pot of coffee brewed, and a cup sitting out, but never poured.
               “Father?! Kakarot?!...” Raditz’s heart told him to go, to just go, and when he opened the front door he saw, in the direction of the castle, looming clouds of a dire threat, where everything else was clear and bright. He took off without hesitation, heading straight for the storm.
By the time he drew near there it was too late, the angry clouds that had hung low over the spot of despair were dispersing, though the sky was still menacing, and the ground there was charred. From a distance he spied two figures knocked out on the ground and his voice left him for the moment as he recognized them both as the very men he was looking for and hoping not to see.
Raditz flew to the bodies of his father and his brother, and he knew the extent of the damage, acknowledging it with dread as he went to Bardock first, who looked worse off than his brother. Falling to his knees beside him, he gently lifted him up and brought him into his lap, holding onto him dearly, his hand holding onto the back of his head, “Father,” he said with grit teeth as he clenched his body closer.
Bardock’s eyes barely opened, but he turned his face with effort, smirked as best he could at Raditz and said, “My son, live on…” before he took his last breath.
The irrevocable confirmation of his death overwhelmed him. He quivered and he wept. After some time he turned his attention to Kakarot, who was breathing still, but obviously very wounded, and he lifted him into his arms and cradled him to the best of his abilities.
“I’m going to fix this, Kakarot! I’m going to save you! Who did this?! Who could have done this?!” The next few minutes went by in agonizing pain, which Raditz knew he would never endure again.
Banin awoke to the buzzing of his device and the sound of birds scattering and hawking, to find that he was alone save for Tora, who still slept on the couch in the otherwise empty house. The front door was wide open, and so he took the hint and his communicator and flew outside, his intuition was all he had to go on, and he hoped it would lead him to Raditz, at least. It’s very unlike him to leave without some type of note.
He made a straight path towards the follow and found Raditz shortly afterwards. To his shock, death was the scene below, and his lover’s devastation was palpable. Although his emotions were in a haze at the moment, he felt a deep sorrow at the whole of the sight; his beloved crying over his father’s passing. Bardock! Who was one of the most influential fighter and scientist of their time! And near to them, now in Raditz’s arms, their closest kin, a very powerful fighter himself, near dying as well, he could do nothing but go on autopilot, and take care of what he could remedy at the moment. He urged Raditz gently to return with him to the castle, and tell him more of what happened, to distract him from the pain of the moment, for he knew the wounds which Kakarot now bore were far more important, and required immediate attention.
Raditz was hesitant to leave his father’s body, but after Banin assured him they would give him a proper burial, he followed Banin, carrying his brother. Raditz’s thoughts could not be quelled, and at one point in time he wasn’t sure how he made it even into the sky, much less heading towards the palace, though, He spoke very little, for he was trying to desperately to stop his tears from flowing before he got back to the guard. They soared unswerving, both men incredibly uneasy and in need of the speed, and a horrifying anxiety came over as them as they drew ever closer. When they landed outside of the castle gates, they saw pandemonium. The whole mansion was overrun by complete chaos, starting from the inside out.
“Commander!” a guard called, running up to them, “Come quick! It’s the King! Is that Kakarot!? What’s happened?” He saw then the puffy face of the mostly playful, stern, and very matter-of-fact warrior, and he stopped asking questions. He would have offered to take Kakarot to the Regeneration Tanks if Raditz wasn’t clutching him so tightly.
Banin would have demanded that the soldier tell them everything, but Raditz kept walking through the gates, where he found that many of the guards and the Elites were speaking of what had happened in great detail. Once Raditz and Banin heard the whole of what has passed, Raditz didn’t notice, for he was too distracted by his own grief, his brother was coming to. Raditz’s distracted thoughts went back to all the chances he had with the King to ask him what was going on. He knew that these bastards must be the ones the King was looking for, and he was torn at how better he could have handled the situation if only the King had been more forward with him about the danger.
Kakarot, who roused just enough to realize that he was back in the castle, still stiff in his brother’s arms, barely croaked, “Where is the King?! Where is the son?!” He tried his best to insist that Raditz set him down and let him stand on his feet, but his legs were wobbly, and he was losing blood fast.
Several of the men looked at him, sweat beading on their brow at the damage done to his body, and the obvious pain that he was in, and they marveled at his determination, yet they still acknowledged him and replied, “We don’t know, the King was last seen leaving the Hall after he killed Peragus!”
Other men stepped up and sneered at the third class, exclaiming, “You have no right to be here! These matters are above your head! I’m surprised even your second class brother is so involved! And where have you been, Raditz?”
Kakarot snapped back, “These matters pertain to every Saiyan! I must find the King!” ignoring them and their comments, but he passed out again as he attempted to run, and would have fallen to his knees had Raditz, who marveled at him all the same, not caught him and picked him up once more.
Banin told Raditz to leave, and urged that he take him to a Regeneration Tank immediately. Raditz, distraught about everything at the moment, merely nodded and did as he was told. In his absence, Banin stepped up to speak with the hoard of Saiyans who were arguing amongst each other and asked them, his voice bellowing over everyone’s chatter, “How will we help the King defend the city?”
“Against such a foe?” One of the women of the group spat, “Banin! Be wise and choose sides, now! Why should we not just give him the city! Give him the whole planet! Our King is not fit to rule! He’s been tainted by Frieza! Will you, too, follow him blindly, just like Raditz!”
Banin growled in anger and answered, “Will you follow a man you don’t even know, simply because he has power? I thought we learned something from our time as Frieza’s henchmen! Have you no understanding of our situation?”
Many of the men and women began to become even more divided. The men who had run from the King earlier were the ones who began to start the gossip that perhaps they should let the King fight and lose all on his own and then crown this new leader and make him their King and now that the news is out in the open, Saiyans have to take a stand on what they believe in. Some followed Banin; other’s followed the evil men who stood against the King.
Nappa was on Banin’s side and he explained that he was unsure where the King has gone, and he asked him what happened to Kakarot, but he saw the troubled look on Banin’s face and so he asked no more questions.
Finally Banin said, “I do not understand any more of the situation than perhaps you do, Nappa. This is certainly a shock to me, though you seem to have heard of this man before. I would venture to say that perhaps whoever he is, he is the one who has caused such damage to Kakarot, and has killed his father, Bardock, but I have not seen a hair or heard any whispering from him.”
Nappa exclaimed, “Bardock is dead you say?!”
Banin nodded, and another rush of rumor spread throughout the men and women.
Nappa had nothing else to say to that, for that news is grave, indeed.
Ivony and Jetome heard everything, and stepped forth from amongst the unruly crowd.
Jetome said, “Kakarot is right. These matters are not above any of our heads. Now is the time to take a stand, and we shall see who is worthy their place here and who is not. I follow the King, and I will fight for him.”
Several of the men scoffed or shuddered and left, but just as they did, others drew forward, even some of the Saiyans who had ridiculed Banin and Raditz for being together- they all promised to do whatever it took to fight alongside the King.

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Thank you Kit Kit and FantasyTigress! I hope this was just as thrilling as the rest of the chapters.
I know I'm updating quickly, but as I said before, this story is already finished. I'm just proof-reading it for any mistakes or duplications.
It's not about having a lot of hits to me, it's about being able to enjoy a story from beginning to end for once, and I'm so happy with this one, personally, that I'm too excited about posting it to wait :) I'm glad you guys are liking it so much as well!
Thank you to everybody reading!
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