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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11967 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only parts that do belong to me are the plot and the twins. I also do not make any profit/money from this either.

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Chapter 16 - "Danger on the Horizon"

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Vegeta ducked a punch named for his head. He spun in mid air and landed a kick on his opponent's midriff. He spun again and aimed another kick, this time for the head. It was avoided. But Vegeta just changed tactics and slammed his heel down on the other's shoulder. They fell to the ground with a thud.

Smoke billowed around him as Vegeta landed by the crater his opponent had made. He crossed his arms and smirked. "Come now, Kakarot," he scoffed as he tossed his head. "You can do better than that."

His made slowly stepped out of the crater his body had made. The wind picked up the dust in the air and dispersed it so Vegeta had a clear view of Goku. His lover was rubbing his left shoulder with a grin. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it," Goku said with a lazy chuckle as he cracked different parts of his body. "You haven't fought like this in years."

Vegeta huffed but couldn't retort. He and fought with this kind of ferocity since they faced Majin Buu. There haven't been any villain since then. Not to mention Vegeta had been with child and had been raising those children. Still, there was no excuse for his negligence of his strength.

Seeing his father and people had reminded Vegeta of that. He was a warrior, first and foremost.

A smirk grew on his face and he launched himself at his mate before his opponent had time to recover. Goku squawked in surprise as Vegeta landed a punch square on his jaw. He blocked Vegeta's next attack though and suddenly they were back to fighting all out. Vegeta's blood boiled with excitement as they fought. He took as many bruises as he gave but it was worth it. He felt completely alive.

Partway through their fight they broke apart and Vegeta took a moment to look down and check on his twins who were watching the fight. Both of his boys wore grins on their faces. Just as he was warrior, he was a parent too, and always checked on his boys. He returned to fighting soon enough, mind completely focused on wiping the floor with his mate.

Then, out of nowhere, Vegeta was tackled to the ground.

"The hell," he shouted in surprise.

"Papa," a distraught voice called.

Vegeta shook his head of the stars that fluttered around to look at the person laying on him. It was Goten.

Goten was sobbing, thick tears coating his cheeks and dripping off his chin. His face was scrunched up in a combination of sadness and horror. Goten buried his face into the front of Vegeta's shirt, sobbing loudly between gasps for breath and hiccups.

Vegeta easily switched from warrior to parent and wrapped his arms around Goten's heaving back. He sat up slowly, bringing his distressed son with him. Vegeta and Goten were quickly surrounded by the twins and Goku, each one of them looking worried. Vegeta shushed Goten, stroking a hand through his thick hair. "Goten, what's wrong," he asked firmly after a few moments of nothing but cries.

Goten sucked in a ragged breath, not moving his head from Vegeta's chest. "I can't feel Trunks anymore, Papa," Goten gasped out. "He's gone."

Vegeta's eyes widened and he tightened his arms around Goten's body. His stomach trembled as the reality of the situation sink in. He had just lost one son and now he was going to lose another.

But the longer he held Goten tight the longer nothing happened. Vegeta slowly loosened his arms to look down at the top of Goten's head. "When did it happen," he prodded softly.

Goten finally pulled back to look up at Vegeta. His eyes were spider-webbed with red and swollen. "Two hours ago," Goten whispered in a broken voice.

His son's face scrunched up again and he collapsed back into sobs on Vegeta's chest. Vegeta was staring straight ahead in shock. It did make sense. Goten should be dead by now. Vegeta knew he wasn't wrong about them being soul mates. Now that he thought about it, Vegeta would've felt Trunks' death through the bond he had with him. When Vegeta focused, he could still feel Trunks in his head and heart.

So what was going on? Trunks wasn't dead but his bond with Goten had been broken.

Vegeta blinked and looked down as Goten's weight settled more heavily into him. He gently brushed back Goten's bangs and found his eyes closed. His breathing had evened out in sleep. Tears still glistened on his cheeks and Vegeta gently wipe them away.

"Trunks isn't dead, is he?" Goku spoke up softly at Vegeta's side.

He looked up at his mate and shook his head. Vegeta then turned to look at his youngest sons before answering. "No. He's still alive, I can feel him," Vegeta said softly, brushing away the frightened tears on Takeo's and Keigo's cheeks. "Something has happened but I can't explain it."

Goku reached out and took a hold of Goten limp body, scooping his son into his arms. Vegeta in turn grabbed Takeo and Keigo as he and his mate headed towards the house. Vegeta led the way upstairs where they settled Goten into Radditz's old room.

Vegeta held Takeo and Keigo close as he watched Goten fitfully sleep. Now he was worried. Something have been able to break a soul mate bond and Trunks was mixed up in it. He needed to contact Trunks and find out what the hell was going on.

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"You…you're my uncle?" Trunks stuttered out in shock as he looked at Tarble with wide eyes. He had noticed a resemblance between this Saiyan and his father, but Trunks had just assumed it was a coincidence. He hadn't realized they were actually related. Trunks shook his head, unable to believe it. "How is this possible? Dad never mentioned you."

"He never knew about me. My brother was already sold to Freiza when I was born. Our mother died in child birth with me. To protect me, the king falsified the report to say I had died as well. He sent me to another planet on a cargo ship. I grew up there, away from anything having to do with Saiyans," Tarble explained softly.

"Then, how do you know all of this?" Trunks wondered aloud.

Tarble smiled. It was a pained smile and his gaze grew distant. "I had a caretaker, named Turles. My father trusted him to take care of me and raise me right. I learned all about who I am and our species."

Trunks had a sinking suspicion he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, but he said it anyway. "What happened to him?"

Tarble looked away and squeezed his eyes shut. Trunks could see the shine of tears along the line of his eyelids in the starlight. Trunks heard his uncle sniff before speaking. "Decebal killed him," Tarble said faintly, Trunks had to strain to hear the words. "He was trying to stop Decebal from mating with me. You see, Decebal tricked us too. We believed his lies about his species' purpose for finding our own. Once Decebal found out I was the son of King Vegeta he started to court me. I wasn't interested though. I still dream of my soul mate and I didn't want to give up on the opportunity. That's when Decebal showed his true colors.

"Turles and I tried to run away. Decebal only wanted to be my mate because I'm royalty. He thought that would give him more power when he found more Saiyans. He found out about us trying to leave. When Turles fought him, he was killed by Decebal's hands.

"Then Decebal forced a bond on me."

Trunks swallowed thickly, extremely upset over what he was hearing. Tarble was forced to bond with someone he obviously hated.

"He raped you," Trunks whispered brokenly, more to himself than Tarble. He couldn't even imagine what that must be like. His situation with Goten wasn't looking so bad now.

"Yes," Tarble said monotonously, face cast in shadow as he leant away. "But I should thank you. Because you appeared with the information on you ship. Decebal broke our bond."

Trunks' head shot up as what Tarble said sunk in. He looked at his uncle's face as realization dawned. "That bastard mentioned he had broken a soul mate and a regular bond…that was you."

"Yes," Tarble said, the sad smile on his face caused his chin to be illuminated by starlight but Trunks could still see nothing more of his uncle's face. "Decebal wants to mate with my older brother, now that he knows Vegeta is alive. Vegeta is the heir to the throne, not me. And with Decebal's desire to rule the Saiyans, having the crown prince in his possession will go a long way to making sure little Bakulan blood is shed."

Trunks' head was whirling with the information he was getting. Decebal planned to rule both the Bakulans and Saiyans together, by any means necessary. Decebal had a problem though. "He won't be able to have my father. My father is already bonded to his soul…" Trunks trailed off, dawning horror hitting him square in the head like a ki blast. Decebal knew that a soul mate bond would not stand in his way to getting what he wanted. And it was all because of Trunks.

Decebal broke Trunks bond with Goten, and he would do the same to his father and Goku.

"It's all my fault," Trunks held his head in despair, curling up on himself. "If I hadn't left…damn it. If I had just tried to make it work with Goten. None of this wouldn't have happened if I had just sucked it up and stayed on Earth."

"Please don't think like that, Trunks," Tarble said fiercely, leaning forward so Trunks could see the conviction on his face. "What's happened has happened. All we can do now is make sense of the situation we're in and move forward. We have to fix what's wrong."

"But how can I !? My bond has been broken, I'm locked in a cage, my ki is gone, and I've just steered a powerful enemy in the direction of my home. My family's in danger and I can't do anything about it."

Tarble didn't say anything and Trunks didn't really expect him to. Their situation was about as dire as it could get. They were trapped, and tortured with the knowledge that innocent people were going to be in danger very, very soon. Trunks didn't know what to do. Escape was the only option but how could he do that. And even if they did escape what would they do then? They were on a ship in the middle of space in the middle of an armada. If they did somehow get out of their cage and onto another ship, they would likely be swatted like an irritating bug before they could warn Earth.

Trunks looked down at the shackles on his hands. Escape was the only option. Trunks needed to do something to try and fix the incredible mess he had made.

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Radditz looked out over the expanse of the new Saiyan planet. His memories of Planet Vegeta were hazy and fading. Even so, he knew this place was better. The land was lush with jungles and game. Water and other resources were in abundance. Everything was perfect for a new start.

And yet, Radditz still felt melancholy.

He stood on a balcony in the new palace. Because of his loyalty to the crown prince and his duties as a guard, Radditz was able to live in the castle. His room was large and plush, with his own bathroom and a huge closet he could never hope to fill. The accommodations were better than he had ever lived in. It was too much. More than Radditz needed or wanted. Especially because there was no one to share it with.

Besides his new friend Brolli and his father Bardock, Radditz was alone. Brolli was busy training soldiers and protecting the king. Bardock never seemed to leave the king's side. There was something going on there that Radditz didn't understand. Brolli and Bardock were never around, even though they were very important to Radditz.

His prince and his brother were still on Earth, living with their family. Radditz wished they had decided to come. He might not feel as lonely then. Or maybe Radditz should have stayed on Earth. He felt like he had been a little rash in deciding to come to the new Saiyan home world.

Radditz sighed and sat down on the railing of his balcony. He knew why he had come. He was here for Brolli, even though the guard wasn't there for him. Brolli's life had been flipped on its head when he found out the prince he was sure was his mate was already bonded to his soul mate. Radditz couldn't even imagine what that would feel like, or what it could possibly do to Brolli's stability.

Radditz had heard from his father that Brolli lacked control more than most realize. He struggled with controlling his power. Brolli had the potential to be one of the most powerful Saiyans alive. But his stability was shaky, and everyone feared he would lose control and be consumed by his power. It was why finding his soul mate was so important. Being bonded would bring more control and stability than anything else.

Radditz wasn't sure they would find Brolli's soul mate, though. Whoever he was, he was still alive, as Brolli still dreamed about him. But it what condition and where he was, it was anyone's guess. They might never find Brolli's soul mate. And Radditz worried what would happen to his friend if he didn't. Would he lose the little control he had left?

Radditz had heard stories as a child of Saiyans who lost control. It usually happened if they went through their heats unfulfilled or lost a mate. A part of the Saiyan's soul died and they became feral. Those Saiyans were hunted down and killed, to protect everyone else and give the Saiyan relief in death.

They had only been stories for Radditz, he had never seen a Saiyan like that in his life. And he would do everything in his power to make sure he never did.

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AN: Things are going to start to get hinky. Be prepared. The end is coming (probably still chapters from now, but still). Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing. It's been so encouraging and I really appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time to leave your thoughts.
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