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Uncertainty and Pride	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15
Vegeta thought his heart stopped for a moment, and it may very well have. He didn’t know for sure and he couldn’t tell the difference. With a great gasp he breathed in as though being resuscitated, and just that one breath caused him to lurch and convulse and he hacked up some blood. His head spun, his body ached, but his will was gaining in strength and resolution as he came to. He was on his reserves, his “nine-thousandth wind,” so to speak, and he began thinking with more purity and understanding than he ever has.
It wasn’t that he suddenly thought himself to be more powerful than before, no, it was simply that he wasn’t willing to accept defeat without a fight. Kakarot was right. He found himself thinking more clearly and keenly, and even though he acknowledged that he is wholly and utterly beneath this battle, for he has gone so far without having put forth any effort for his side, and even though it hurt his pride to admit his shortcomings, he still sat up as he began to understand what he had never even fathomed before and he turned his watchful gaze, as vision came back to him, to the battle being waged and discerned much more now than his foresight had ever before allowed.
He determined it all with sudden and acute accuracy, more so than any of the others who watched alongside of him, and the details of the battle before him brought forth a change of emotion, and a new direction for his will. How could he have been so blind before? How could he have lost track of what is most important?
Now more than ever, he realized what he once thought he never would, and yet believed in his ignorance that he did all the same. All of his harbored, fuming emotions fled from him at this moment, in mercy he believed he did not deserve, and he knew that he had wasted his time in anger, just like his father tried to warn him not to do.
He finally understood all of Bardock’s hints and blatant speeches, and his father and his, along with his mysterious reasoning for taking his chances against Brolly in the first place. He didn’t do it for glory and he didn’t do it in vain. He did it for his people, for the planet, and even for him, his own son. He did it hoping that no one else would have to, and he did not regret his sacrifice if it meant preparing his most loved for the future, be they easy or hard times to endure.
Vegeta understood now. He could remember every sly look Bardock gave him, every condescending chuckle, and every knowing glance. The same with his father, and his trails under Frieza proved both marginalized and enlarged.
Here he is, kneeling on the ground, while Kakarot is losing; losing with every blow Brolly lays on him, even though Kakarot is the better fighter- better than even him, the King-
Brolly knows he is on the verge of victory, he has to. He will tire of playing games with him eventually, and then where will they all be? Where will he be?
Why not help Kakarot?! Why not help him?!
A great blood curdling cry came out of the King as he realized there was no point in caring so much about every little stupid fucking thing with death literally looming so close. So what if Kakarot’s the better fighter?! So what if combat with Brolly may kill him? So what if they should all die?! He should at least go out trying! He is a true warrior! He is the King of all Saiyans. The one and the only who struggled with the damnation of Frieza’s control! Meanwhile Kakarot’s the one giving it all that he’s got!
He bellowed with all of his despair. All of his cares began to give way at the certainty of death, and he began to lose self-control as he realized that he didn’t care about being the best anymore. Why should it matter so much?! He’s been acting like living with the promise of death is the way to go, but he never realized that he wasn’t living in the first place, and that to die without trying would be worse than living a cowardly life.
He would not be bested by a third-class, but instead he would stand his ground alongside of one, in an attempt to win this battle, which he finally found worth fighting.
Vegeta raised two fists and struck them with such a force to the ground he created an instant crater beneath him with so great a size it would eventually be made into a lake by the Saiyan race. Tears left his eyes as he thought of the sacrifice of his father and of Bardock, and the greatness of the warrior that was now trying to hold his own against a foe greater than Frieza! His rage broke into a flash of hot white light striking out in all directions, temporarily blinding all those who looked on, still, awaiting their doom which seemed so near. The blaze caused the fight between Brolly and Kakarot to halt for just a minute.
That time was all it took and he let go of himself completely and allowed ascension to become him, feeling his power course through him and engulf the little fears of what was left of the man who served under Frieza.
The Saiyan who once stood inside the crater was gone; a new man came climbing out of the deep, and the whole of the Saiyans who watched were in awe, and those who doubted the King cowered from him at the sight of his change. His hair was glowing blonde and his eyes were a chilling, crystal blue-green. He has done it; he has become a Super Saiyan, just like his father. Many of the Saiyans bowed and yelled, “All hail King Vegeta!” Others watched on in awe and their hope was renewed while others feared for their fate at double-crossing him.
“Kakarot!” he yelled, and the sound resonated, but the ringing in his ears was all he heard, and battle lust was overcoming his every nerve. “I will not let you get all the glory! And I will not allow him to defeat you, for it is my place to do so. You have become my most worthy adversary!!”
               Kakarot sighed, and he could have cried, as he saw the King in all his glory. He laughed, even in the midst of a deadly foe, and he said, “Vegeta! You did it!”
               Brolly, who had been momentarily stunned, only smirked and said, intervening, “It’s doesn’t matter,” and with his large, calloused hand he took a vice-like grip onto Kakarot’s throat, choking him, his grip gradually strengthening.
               Vegeta came at him with such great force at the sight of Kakarot’s position that when he swung a foot at Brolly’s neck, he struck right, and Brolly had to let Kakarot go. The young Saiyan fell to the ground as Brolly set his sights on Vegeta.
               “You’re still no match for me,” Brolly spoke to him, “Kakarot’s the one I want, stay out of this fight, or your death will come sooner than I had in mind,” Brolly threatened, but he was not smiling like before.
               “We’ll see about that, freak,” Vegeta taunted.
Brolly was getting more and more irritated and he saw no true pleasure in fighting the stubborn King, Super Saiyan or not. He sent one strong and swift boot into his stomach, meant to take him down without killing him, and sent Vegeta flying backwards, tumbling to a halt, breathless and in much pain.
               Kakarot cried the King’s name as he got to his feet, and the Saiyans watching that could hear, noted that it was not the first time the young man had spoken so informally to him. Jetome and Ivony exchanged glances, and even Raditz spared a thought in wonder at his brother’s impertinence, even at a time such as this. Still, the Saiyans cowered, and few spoke.
               When Vegeta awoke to the battle a few moments later, he recognized their fate was riding on the razor sharp edge of destiny. Brolly was finally tired of playing games and he intended on going in for the kill, Vegeta could sense it and see it all over him. It was a look only he could recognize anywhere; desperation. Brolly wasn’t too keen on allowing for any other mishaps to come him way, and now, while both Vegeta and Kakarot are drained of a good amount of their power, this would be the perfect time to strike at weary prey.
Without further ado Brolly smirked and began making his final move. There was no goodbye speech given, but his eyes went white and his voice lifted and then turned to curdling as he powered up.
Vegeta, who is more battle intelligent than Kakarot, roared with all of his might in instinctual response, and forced himself to his feet. He could see Kakarot and he knew that even he was hardly able to stand. The King darted to him, stopping to stand in front of him, his eyes staring into his soul, undoubtedly contemplating much more than just this moment.
               Brolly’s attention had been caught by this, and he accepted that his plan will not go quite as he would have liked, for he thought, or rather hoped, that Vegeta was out for the count, but now he decided to simply do away with both of them at once, as need demands.
“W-What are you doing?!” Kakarot cried, confused. The look in Vegeta’s eyes was terrifying and he thought that Vegeta was going to try to fight him, or even try to take Brolly on by himself.
Brolly was still getting ready to let out all of his energy into one giant beam. He was still one step ahead of them, and he didn’t care if they weren’t ready once he was finished. The whole planet was shaking, unable to contain his energy level. His skin sweat in the heat. The moment he felt the orb complete, he would release it, and say goodbye to the competition once and for all.
Vegeta cursed at him, still bordering madness, and screamed, “What are we to do, Kakarot?! You said it will take both of us?! What’s your big plan?”
Kakarot smiled and nodded wearily. He said, “Okay, listen, I need you to give your energy to me, but I also need you to help launch the attack. I’ve never done this before, but I know it will work!”
Vegeta hesitated, but he’d heard this statement once before from Kakarot, and he understood. He’s heard of the technique before, and figured that if anyone were capable of doing it, it would be them, and he stepped up and pressed his back against Kakarot’s torso so that they could use both sets of hands, and they began charging up the attack as fast as they could, and Vegeta prepared to hand over all of his energy to Kakarot as they gathered it.
Kakarot became nervous and emotional. Thoughts that shouldn’t even be flying through his mind riddled him, but he cast them all aside as he determined that this is it, the moment he and his father had prepared for, the moment he and his king have been battling over, this is that moment and their lives will forever be defined, and only by the execution of this act will they have a future at all. This is the pinnacle of his training, and in defeating Brolly, this moment will release his potential for even greater heights, and will provide as the very pedestal in which he will have set up his own impressive lineage. This is the very purpose of his father’s prophecy and the very way Goku destroyed him and wounded many foes.
Kakarot took a deep breath as he concentrated. This technique was not something he’s ever practiced before, but still he was going to try. Unfortunately, the more he gathered together both his and Vegeta’s energy, the keener he realized that it still won’t be enough.
Brolly, realizing what they were trying to do, and seeing, like Kakarot, that it was still no match for him, simply laughed as he watched the two men struggle to gain strength. He bellowed, “Do you feel weak now?!” He decided to wait it out a moment, and at least give them a chance at rebuttal, but it was obvious to him that they will never be able to overcome him! He allowed his attack to continue charging, coming to full maturity quickly, while still chuckling to himself.
Kakarot voiced what Vegeta wouldn’t and cursed, “He’s right. Damn it. I know what I have to do.”
Vegeta growled and grew tense and he glanced up over his shoulder at Kakarot for a brief moment, and he saw an impossibly different person, much like the man he once watched fighting Rori, when an attempt was made at his life. At this time his face, that same face who smiles at things like the wind and the idea of eating breakfast, is as absorbed in purpose and perseverance as Vegeta has seldom seen, even any likeness of it, in any other man.
Then he heard Kakarot suddenly cry out to the Saiyan’s around them, “Please! I need your help! Lend me your energy!”
Vegeta remained on task, but his wonderment at Kakarot was constant, and he considered how truly resourceful the young man was, and how truly different his sources have been. He could only concentrate on him for so long, however, Brolly was going to release his beam any moment, and even just their power combined at the moment was strenuous to handle.
The Saiyans stood around confused, and some said, “Was he talking to us?” but some of the Saiyan elderly, both from the castle and from the outside cities, began to recognize the request, and, though they were slow-going and spread out, they were the first to respond. They were familiar with the practice and understood the need of it, though they doubted the possibility of it actually working. Still they cried, “Do as he asks, for the sake of the planet. Give him your energy,” and they held out their hands, and let their strength flow out of them.
Some of them, then, noticed that this was not Bardock, but his son, for it was the first time in the battle that they were standing still, and as they looked closer, they saw no scar on his face, and they knew that Bardock was the type of Saiyan who might have told him about a technique like this.
Vegeta was ever tormented, and he dwelled in confusion for a moment, not understanding why Kakarot was asking for more power, and from those far weaker than he is. He stood firm with him, though, handing over as much of his own energy as he possibly could. He worried and fret, too, because time was turning whether he wished it to or not, and he didn’t feel any more power coming in, and he didn’t see how such a thing could work. Brolly was on the threshold of attacking, and Kakarot now was in control of their response. Vegeta did not want to doubt, though, and he decided he wouldn’t, so instead he grew focused.
Kakarot was beside himself, a lingering tinge of insecurity touched him, and so he asked again, knowing that some of them probably didn’t even know he was talking to them, “I beg of you! Brothers, Sisters; give up your energy! Send it to me! NOW!”
Raditz heard him then as he knelt, scratched up and bruised; teeter tottering in between conscious and unconsciousness. He watched his little brother and his King with keen eyes, and he understood his request. “It’s yours, little brother,” he sobbed, and held out his hand, “Take it.” He didn’t have much strength left, but he thought of his father’s many examples of valor, and he would do anything it took to avenge his father and fight for his King.
               Banin looked at him in awe, for he knew Raditz to be suffering greatly, and he was more overcome by love and shock than anything else as he watched Raditz lift up his hand to give the last of his energy. He realized, then, that Raditz’s ways, though seemingly simple and ignorantly loyal, were not necessarily due only to the hard-times under Frieza’s rule, but also by good masters like his father and the King, (whom he knew that he loved even more than him,) and also by having built such a strong emotional wall. Banin knew that Raditz was not as educated on older lure as some of the other Saiyans, and he had never heard of anything like this before, still he did not hesitate.
It didn’t take long for everyone around the Commander to follow suit and as a single drop can cause a ripple in a pool, understanding grew amongst the crowd. When Banin turned as he openly wept over their circumstances and he saw that Anyun was holding his hands out, as well as Ivony and Jetome, he held onto Raditz with one hand, but told himself to be brave and believe, and put his free hand up as well. He was shocked when the energy left him on its own, as though his body knew what to do even if his mind could barely comprehend it.
Soon the message spread like a tidal wave flowing through the Saiyans which circled the fighters who gave up their energy first. Out from each individual with concentrated faith, they all gave up what they had, in hopes of aiding their King and the anonymous warrior.
               Kakarot whispered, as he began to feel the energy gathering at a ferocious rate, “Thank you.” Vegeta became stunned, pleased, and even impressed as he felt it too. He continued in aiding Kakarot with everything he has and for a split second, he even trusted him.
Brolly sputtered and was shook by the sudden increase and fluctuation of their power. At first he’d doubted, yet now it had become more than he thought it could have possibly been, and uneasiness swept over him. His laughter piqued at once and halted, and out of fear of allowing Kakarot to gather any more energy, he pointed and shot without remorse, aiming to take them both down, and probably the rest of the planet with them.
Vegeta knew to await Kakarot’s signal, and Kakarot waited just a moment longer, just until he felt the last wave of energy fully charge him, and then his muscles rippled, and his body was set on fire, and he let the blast go, hoping beyond hope that it would be enough to destroy him.
The struggle seemed to last an eternity. Nothing was clear. All was chaos. Everything grew to be so shockingly loud it turned into white noise. All was dusted, scorched, and crumbling. Time seemed to be stopped for the onlookers and it was some interval before the Saiyans realized that they could still perceive some things. They were still alive. Then the smoke settled.
There below them, they saw two figures from out of the settling debris, where they knew that all was finally calm. The Saiyan’s erupted in cheer and hollered in joy. The evil man is gone! The enemy has been defeated! Their King is a Super Saiyan!
‘Who is the other man? The one who saved them? Who was their enemy?’ some of them wondered, but that they would come to learn, and they were more determined to revere the young man who saved them than to waste time on the threat that had now come and gone thanks to their courageous efforts.
Down on the battlefield, Kakarot did not hear their cries, he merely collapsed and grinned at Vegeta, his happiness only eclipsed by the loss of his father. He sighed and said, “We did it.”
It was too little too late to stop the following madness.
The smoke was still clearing, their muscles were still tight, and Vegeta was not smiling.
Although both men had dropped out of Super Saiyan form, battle was still in the King’s heart, and he felt himself succumbing to his urges in a clash of mindfulness against himself.
Kakarot sensed the darkness in him, and he saw the tension in his shoulders, but he could not speak to him in time to stop him.
Vegeta dug his boots into the ground and turned to him, sneering. He powered up a shot, which looked familiar to Kakarot from Goku’s memories, but Kakarot could not stop him as he aimed for a blank space in the sky, letting the energy out as quickly as he’d gathered it.
Kakarot sat up and looked on in awe at Vegeta. He knew immediately what he’d done and was shocked and dismayed at his choice, and he bellowed, “Vegeta? Why are you doing this?!” How can he think using the blutz wave technique is going to help anything?! Brolly is dead!
“Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled, his chest swelling up, his voice growling out deep, “Now we can finally have a fair fight! You and me! Super Saiyan against Super Saiyan. No interferences! I must know! I must know who is strongest!” Vegeta’s speech boomed and he pointed at the moon that he’d made, and he demanded, “Now, look into the light!” Vegeta tilted his head up and he began to transform.
The Saiyans who stood by began to go into their Oozaru form as well, at least those who weren’t knocked out. It was hard to stop from gazing into the phony moon and the idea of remaining an ant among giants was an even worse scenario. So some of those who could not transform did die during this last stretch of battle from being trampled, but the Saiyans were at least safe from each other after a few moments, for when their King transformed, their instincts kicked in and they found themselves all rendered stiff with fear. They sensed the danger in him and stayed a good distance away, like a pack respecting its leader.
Vegeta relished in the transformation and once fully converted, he immediately took to crushing and destroying everything nearby, without hindrance or remorse, until his mind came back to him, and he began searching for Kakarot. The King roared and challenged him but Kakarot ran, refusing to look into the moon and refusing to fight him at all costs.
Vegeta was too fast and too powerful for him like this, and although he fled, he saw that Vegeta was destroying the lands all around him and he knew that they could not go on like this for long.
As quickly as Kakarot had the idea to destroy the faux moon, he was caught by the giant hand of the King himself, and he tried but he could not escape his grasp.
The whole world was rumbling under the pressure of the King’s strength and Vegeta’s laughter echoed far. Kakarot feared the worst and it seemed Vegeta would cause more damage to everything around them than Brolly had if he continues on mindlessly like this.
“Ka…karot!” He growled raising him above his head and squeezing him in his clutches, causing Kakarot to scream and wail like he never has before in his life. Vegeta laughed as he held the man in his strong hands, and a thrill poured through him at the thought of crushing him, still he hesitated. Kakarot called him name, as he was on the verge of passing out from the pain of being crumpled.
In Vegeta’s mind, this very instant, hearing his name called out like that, in that way, this very act, this very image, this doom… it all echoed so strangely… Vegeta shook his head and began to feel dizzy. He roared as the feeling refused to subside. He had to stop it. He let go of Kakarot and held onto his head, feeling intense pressure as something similar to a migraine became coming on. He tried to fight it, but it distressed him, until suddenly he began to see visions of a distant universe. The clothes were so strange, and the people who were talking to him were very different from anyone he knows. He saw Kakarot’s face and heard people calling him Goku, he began to feel a great and distinct love and connection to him, more so than his already unusual feelings for him, and he began to see battles, things he’s never before seen. These are all his memories from a different life, a life with Kakarot! What’s going on?!
Kakarot fell to the ground with a great thud just as one man from the crowd sent a potent shot into the sky. This person understood the dangers of a Super Saiyan’s power in that form and he saw that the behavior of the King was irrational. His Majesty looked as though he was losing his mind and the commoner acted on his nature for their survival. The blutz wave moon which Vegeta had created was then destroyed and all of them began to revert back to their original form.
Vegeta shrunk, and he stood on wobbly legs as he stared down at the young man passed out in the dirt, and no doubt nearly every bone in his body was crushed. All that rage that had been built up inside of him dissipated and Vegeta could now see how he fits into the equation and he could now understand Kakarot and think with a clearer understanding, though he was still confused. He fell to his knees and said, ranting, “Kakarot, damn you! Now you’ve gone and done the impossible. You’ve given me purpose, me; a renegade for life. Don’t you die! I didn’t mean it, you know. I never would have killed you, you know that. Yours is a charmed life, Kakarot. I chose to spare you then, after only a few moments of having met you and seeing the promises in you, even then when our lives were so very different. I could not let you walk out on me, not now, not ever. Kakarot, are you listening to me?...” and he passed out from exhaustion.
Kakarot heard him but only at a subconscious level from his position a few feet away and with a nearly broken body and an aching heart he soon lost all consciousness.
The Saiyans who were still there and still sensible began to stand up and head towards the battlefield, where they could see the two figures through the newly departing dust. As they drew nearer they noticed the two were out cold lying very close to one another.
Some of the Saiyans cheered, but others were more weary and they moved quickly to pick up the two men, whose bodies were heavy and worn out and useless, and they carried them as they made their way back to the castle, where every man who had been involved was now invited to stay and mend their wounds. They called to those who stayed behind to guard their home, and ordered for their best Regeneration Tanks to be set up, and for help in aiding those who needed help, but had no one to left from the battlefield to take them.
Some decided not to join, after speaking with men of the castle and coming to an understanding of what had taken place. Instead, they headed home in order to spread the word about all that had happened here. There were other orders put out to get a body count of the dead, and to tag and carry those who they could identify. For the rest a grave was made and marked and plans were made to honor those men and women and the very spot was now held in reverence of them.
Raditz was somehow awake and refused to leave the side of the two warriors, but he was not himself, and he watched with somber eyes every movement in the faces of his brother and his King. Kakarot remained passed out on the way back to the castle, but Vegeta stirred for just a moment and stared at him with such a mingled gaze of sweetness and conflict that Raditz noticed it succinctly and he knew, somehow, that Vegeta would not wish to be parted from him, so Raditz took care that they stayed together during their recovery, and only then did he part from them.
The King was going in and out of consciousness for he has so much to think about and for once, he wasn’t against sorting things through. Still sleep found him just as they entered in through the gates, and the men and women who had been alerted of their arrival shouted with such delight but cried in dismay at seeing the two warriors out cold. They worked fast and diligently, and hooked them up to the machines.
During this time the story was repeated for everyone to hear several times, and then eventually broadcast, and that was only in the first evening, while the Golden King and Golden warrior slept and renewed their strengths.
No other Saiyan could rest for some time, except those who were injured, and they were well taken care of in the castle. The repairs to the mansion from the earlier fight were already being mended, and many men and women began making plans for a feast in honor of the King.
The men of the castle, the ones who had remained loyal to the King, began drawing up drafts and making plans for a new structure within the gates, and most importantly they documented the removal of certain Saiyans from their rank and position and considered what type of punishment should be ordered for them, but they dared not make any final decisions. Still, they would not permit any man or woman who had gone against their King entrance to the castle in any way, lest they seek to murder him in some other way.
They worked diligently planning, also, a ceremony for the King and Kakarot, and they kept in mind the help and the knowledge of every Saiyan, for they wished for the world to be involved in their victory. They also intended to acknowledge with respect all the men and women who died fighting for their kind.
Raditz, however, was no help to anyone once he saw that the King and his brother were stabilized and on their way to recovery. He grieved for the death of his father and no man’s urgings could take him from his bedroom until one of the two men awoke. Not even Banin could sooth his aching soul, though he tried. He hardly ate and the only time he left his bed, was when he went to see how his brother and King were fairing.
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