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Finding Destiny	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I know that this chapter is short...but I felt that this was all that was necessary. Things are progressing slowly with both sides but there are a lot of emotions to go through. As always, reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome.

Part Thirteen: Trying to Cope (Bardock's POV)

I had always known that Jerich was an unmitigated bastard...but I'd hoped that he'd never stoop THIS low. I knew that the first time, he'd let his friends torture and rape his brother. I just hadn't thought he'd do the deed himself. As I stare down at the male unconscious in my arms, I had to wonder if there was ever going to be a day that would come where Jerich would pay for all the sins he'd committed. Execution was too good for him; he needed to suffer for the sakes of those he'd hurt and tortured. I gently stroke the younger Saiyan's hair, my heart hurting for him. I couldn't stand the sight of him like this, to be honest. It brought out the protective streak in me that had landed me in this hell myself.

Finally deciding that the scents coming off him were more than my emotions could take, I gently rise with him in my arms. I am pretty sure that he's not going to wake up...even with what I do next. Once again, I find myself cleaning him up gently and re-doing the sheets on his bed. As I lay him down, I watch him curl into a ball and wonder what sort of person does THIS to their own flesh and blood, how heartless someone would have to be to cause someone THIS much pain.

A moment later, his door is opened and I turn half-expecting Jerich to be there. Instead I find myself gazing at the female Saiyan who had came to get me the FIRST time he'd been left bleeding on his bed. "You beat me here," she says quietly.

"I seem to have a sixth-sense about these things," I reply.

She looks down at him and sighs softly. "This is such a mess, Bardock."

"Oh, I know that," I tell her, "but until the likes of Jerich are not allowed to do whatever they want without retribution...no one weaker than they are is safe."

As I watch, she looks at Sytin nervously twirling a strand of her long brown hair around a finger. "This...is going to get messy..."

"It already is," I point out.

"No," she says quietly before waving at Sytin, "THIS is going to get messy."

"What do you mean?"

She smiles mirthlessly. "Let's just say if my brother finds out what happened here tonight...bad things are going to happen."

"You have a brother?" I don't know why I was so surprised that I didn't know. Hell, I didn't even know who she was beyond that she was elite and that she worked in Jerich's household.

"My older twin," she replies, "I am...Tiani by the way."

Introducing ourselves formally was a bad idea because it made things personal. I am sure she was well aware of this when she did so. "Bardock,"I reply in kind, "but you already knew that. So...you're brother..."

"Has a nasty streak in him when someone he cares about is threatened." She wouldn't give me a name...which meant there was something going on here that I was not allowed to be privvy to. Somehow, I wasn't surprised. No one did intrigue like the Elite.

"Well, kindly remind him that since Jerich is still breathing that he's not strong enough to make a damn difference and that crossing him will only end up with him dead. I think he's better suited to help ALIVE."

"I will let him know."

"Would you check in on Sytin periodically?" I ask her, "I still have duties to attend to but..."

She smiles softly and nods. "I will, Bardock. Go on."

I couldn't help thinking that there were way too many secrets within this rank but I trusted Tiani. There was something about her that made me feel like she was innanetly GOOD and I never ignored my intuition about people.

Reluctantly, I make my way to the training field. "Bardock?" Fasha asks noting my disposition off the bat.

"No questions," I tell her firmly.

"But..."

"Fasha, NO questions," I repeat not in the mood to have to try and keep my emotions in check. It wouldn't be a good idea to throw a fit about things that I couldn't change right now.

"He was badly hurt again wasn't he?"

I feel my fists clench. "Jerich...participated this time," I grit out.

"He did...what?" Fasha demands sounding sickened, "Sytin is his little brother!"

"I KNOW THAT!" I snap close to losing control of my emotions.

"Easy," Borgos says stepping between us, "Fasha, leave Bardock alone before you make him angry enough to do something foolish. Bardock, take a deep breath and, even though I know you can't stand things as they are, let it go. It's not your problem right now and if you let it eat at you it's going to end up costing YOU everything."

"I can't just turn a blind eye to this!" I say furiously, "He does NOT deserve to be introduced to sex by anyone with a penchant for sadism and DEFINITELY not his BROTHER!"

"I understand that," Borgos tells me in a soft, reasonable tone that helped steady my emotions, "But there is nothing that you can do but try and hang in here. You can't help him if you lose control and go after Jerich like you want to."

He was right...and it was funny because it was the same advice I'd given Tiani to tell her brother. Funny how often the advice we give is the same we need in return. I take a deep breath. "Thank you," I finally manage once I can get my emotions under control.

"No problem," Borgos tells me. I feel that same pang of guilt for keeping them in the dark about Raditz but I had no choice. Hopefully when, and if they learned the truth, they would understand that I felt I had no other choice. I could NOT let him end up like Sytin. I could NOT. However, thinking about my long-haired child just made me ache all over again and I had to push those thoughts away, too. I had to focus if I wanted to survive.

"Let's get something constructive done," I finally say quietly.

"Did you hear about Tora?" Fasha asks.

"I've heard a lOT of things," I reply, "but really, why is THAT important?"

"Do you really think he threatened the king's life?"

"No," I say honestly, "No, I don't...but I doubt we'll ever know what is really going on when it comes to that Quarter so the best thing to do is let the palace guards find him and clean up the mess." I just had to hope they didn't kill my son in the process. It wasn't a pleasant thought all things considered but it was one of my biggest fears at the moment. Deciding that I'd had enough of an emotional tilt-a-whirl, I finally state firmly, "Enough chitchat. Get stretched and let's go." If I didn't put my foot down then we were going to talk the situation to death and my frazzled emotions just could NOT take it at the moment. Somehow, I had to survive long enough to see Jerich fall. I wasn't sure that it was possible but hope had to count for something, in the end because it was all I had left.

As I watch my group, I had to wonder if THIS was the extent of what we were meant for and find myself quite unwilling to accept that. We had honor, dignity, and we cared deeply for the wellfare of our own. How could THAT be enough to warrant enslavement and torture? I just couldn't understand it. I didn't WANT to understand it, I just wanted it to go AWAY.
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