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The end of the Universe	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

          Vegeta stared down to his palms, another failure on his hands, another battle lost, one of his kind becoming nothing more but a memory; Brolly. He caught a break though; he was at least able saved Raditz before he was shot dead. His shoulders became heavier, Raditz will never forgive him. Vegeta’s gaze turned to his comrade; he internally flinched at the sneer directed his way, he failed the man, he deserved his hate. Raditz a man that once gave him his utmost respect, cared for him, hell Raditz loved him at one point in life; now all he deserved was Raditz’s hate, he failed them, failed them all; himself included.

            The truck bounced the two passengers; they sat in silence, stewing in their depression. Raditz had once again lost another, Brolly. His heart ached as he thought about the night before the attack, how they touched one another, the passionate kisses. He growled at the memory.

            Vegeta leaned his head back against the cargo, hearing the rattling of the bullets. He lifted his hands remembering one time the devastating power that once was there, he could have destroyed planets with ease, now he was one of his old victims of the past; helpless, relaying on guns and grenades to survive. How long as this pointless rebellion been stretched out? How much longer could they hold?

            Slamming on the siding took him from his thoughts. “Vegeta, were here!” Vegeta stood flicking the device behind his ear on; the thick narrow black glass slid over his eyes, sealing over them to protect his sensitive eyes from the light.

            Raditz pulled himself up, scuffling his heavy feet forward, ensuring his shoulder bumped his rescuer’s in an aggressive manner. Yet after the aggressive tone and act the Prince had done nothing, instead stepping aside giving him wide berth. Nappa on the other hand wasn’t so quiet.

            “Raditz, keep your head on.” Nappa glared at the long haired Saiyan passing by; angered by the utter disrespect towards himself and the Prince. “You should be thankful the Prince went back and saved your sorry hide!”

            “Nappa enough.” Vegeta leaped from the truck with a grunt. He faced Nappa scowling. “Leave him be.” Yet the tone he had used to speak was far from the usual angered tone, instead it dripped with the same defeat, and oppression they all used. Times were bad, but as the days go by it gradually got worse, more desperate…

            Nappa gaped, adverting his eyes to the Prince to the retreating back of Raditz. “But…but Vegeta, he was disrespecting you. Even after you saved his life, risking your own!”

            “I deserve his hate Nappa.” Vegeta spat out.

            “Princ….”

            Vegeta whirled on his feet. “Shut it Nappa!” Vegeta tensed muscles loosened, he took several calming breaths. This was not the time to get into it; this was not a time to loose it. The only thing keeping Nappa together was him, he fucked up enough the least he could do was keep his calm, for Nappa, for one of his own. “Nappa, I need some rest. This fight took a lot out of me; tell the others I will be at the council tonight.”

            “Of course your highness.” Vegeta scoffed mentally at the title, he didn’t deserve any type of respect; he was a grunt just like the rest. For now he would just accept it and move forward, maybe one day he will regain his honour. But first and foremost he needed sleep.

~ ~ ~ The council~ ~ ~

            In a dim room stood several figures standing over a map, pulling their minds together in search of a plan. These figures would look strange to Humans; all stemming from different worlds they never could imagine, an array of beings of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Only two of the figures Humans would confuse as one of their own, if it wasn’t for the furry brown tails wrapped around their waist.

            “And how precisely do you plan to pull this off General Gozen? They have us cornered on this planet; each sector has at least two hundred guards ready to shoot anyone on sight.”

            “Well Commander Aira, if we just ban together ten precise snipers above the building here, we should be able to take out the majority before they are fully aware and attack head on in their confused state.”

            “That’s craziness Gozen! You be sending them to their deaths!”

            Vegeta watched from the sidelines as the Asenian woman Aira lost her cool; it was slight moments like these he took reprieve from his self loathing and actually enjoy himself. The Asenians were known to have complete control of their emotions, at time leaving other beings wondering if they had any at all. You would assume such a race would be highly intelligent but instead they remain natural and quite simple; Aira on the other hand he swore she was a mixed breed, she allowed her own personal ideals to rule her, very uncommon for an Asenian. But he felt akin to the woman, maybe it was because she was the one to smack some sense into him after… Vegeta snarled, he didn’t want to think back in that time, he was so weak then. Instead he locked his eyes on the woman, studying her. She was beautiful for a woman of a different species, long fiery red hair, her eyes glowing a bright orange, and her light grey skin complimented her eyes; too bad he wasn’t really into other species.

            “Aira sure there may be a few casualties, but it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t work. Whatever we do there will always be casualties. We are fighting a war here, not planning a damn tea party!”

            Ah then there was Gozen, how many times has he locked horns with the powerfully built male. Vegeta remember the first time he was placed on the war council, anything he came up with Gozen immediately shot it down, not because it wouldn’t work, no the large purple reptilian hated him to the very core with good reasons. Turns out in the past working for Frezia Gozen’s planet was one of the first ones he ‘cleansed’ for the planet trade. They gave him one hell of a fight, seems he missed a few. It was the oh so quite Tendmar that made them shake hands and agree that once the rebellion was over to handle the issue like men.

            Vegeta glanced over to Tendmar, the man doing what he seemed best at; sitting and analyzing. He was a strange looking man, tall, lanky, his joints further up his forearm near to his shoulder blades giving him a very disturbing looking arms. Vegeta cringed every time he looked at the abnormal appendages, the thin layer of skin onyx was what held the man together, and those eyes made him shudder, no pupils to speak of giving him a blank white stare. All in all Tendmar was a good man, smart, quick witted and calm.

            “Gozen there is no way we can pull this off! We don’t have that many men left!”

            “And what do you suggest miss know it all?! Well go on, I’m waiting!” Gozen slammed his heavy fist down on the table making the foundation sway below.

            Vegeta rose a brow, one thing was certain Gozen had a mass of brute strength; he will be something to reckon with after the war, that is, if they lived long enough to see it through. He grunted as the usual war council became a place filled of bickering children, he pushed himself away from the wall making his presence felt and known. “Aira, Gozen this isn’t helping the situation at all. If you plan to continue to act like brats then get out and kill one another, there is far more pressing matters on our hands.” Vegeta stepped to the table looking over the map and the scribbles of Gozen’s plan. “I am surprisingly enough in agreement with Gozen. We are at a critical stage right now, rations and ammo are low, and the reserves are gone. We have to take the building, if we don’t then we all die anyway from starvation, dehydration, and lack of weapons to defend ourselves.” Vegeta stared had going through the plan over and over.

            The room stayed silent as the Prince worked, surprised really that Vegeta of all people had back Gozen on a plan considering their forced treaty. Tendmar on the other hand waited, he knew the Prince would find something to tip the situation more into their favour, enhance Gozen’s plan; the Prince after-all was a battle stagiest, taught the ways of war at an age were the rest of them learnt and encouraged to play. Vegeta came from a planet of warriors, who thrived and lived for battle.

            “We would have to position the snipers in the best location, which is the ruined buildings around this point.” Vegeta started to create markers in the specific locations. “This way they are not in view of the troops, and they can make a hasty escape before discovered.” Vegeta leaned back biting on the tip of his thumb, thinking as the others waited. “It can only be a one round shot, anymore than that, the scout bots will discover them instantly and that will be the end of our snipers. One shot and out. But not all at the same time, we need to make sure the troops are scrambled and confused. Once the first sniper, here, make his shot then two seconds afterwards will be the next shot with this sniper on the other side.” Vegeta made the mix matched order on the map ensuring the troops will be confused unsure where to look or shoot. “Nappa how many plasma grenades do we have left?”

            Nappa grunted. “We have ‘bout three left.”

            “Hmm… It will be useful, but we cannot strain too much of our resources. Nappa take one with you.”

            “What do you have in mind Vegeta?” Gozen snarled.

            “In the mist of their confusion they would scramble tightly together, we throw in a plasma we could take out at least twenty and several more would be injured. Once the plasma goes off the other troops will scramble apart giving us the opportune moment to shoot them down one by one. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel.” Vegeta looked back into the map, pulling up the building structure alone. “Here is a vent that leads to the rooms here.”

            “What good is that Prince?” Gozen scoffed. “We need to worry about the outside not the innards of the building.”

            Vegeta raised a brow. “Really, then how will you deal with the mounted torrents here and here?” Vegeta waited for an answer, and smirked as Gozen bit his lip. “As I was saying, there is a vent here that leads to both rooms where the torrents are pointing at the entrance of the building. We get the Terraians to sneak in, they are quick nimble, and small. They can get in undetected and take out the gunners, and take control.”

            “And who will be leading?”

            Vegeta growled as Zirena came forward, that was a woman he despised. How many times had he pictured pulling out the viper tongue and ramming it down the bitch’s throat? She was a relative of Zarbon’s, only once before had he had to utmost pleasure in meeting the bitch, back when he still worked for Frezia as a boy. Zarbon was being his usual assholish self picked a fight with him, and to his horror it was the first time he ever had a beating like that, and Zirena was there as a witness. He remembered when he clicked her tongue and laughed at the child’s misfortune, had the audacity to even give him mock pity and take a few shots herself. From that forth he held such a powerful hatred to their race. “I will lead.”

            “You! Ah, what is a little monkey going to do? You couldn’t even.”

            “Shut your mouth Zirena! We don’t have time for this bullshit. Vegeta has proven his competence countless times here. While you are too busy flicking your hair and fucking what ever walks.” Aira sneered.

            “Now Aira, Zirena has done well here as well. Let us continue on with more important matters. Vegeta you will lead the attack, I have utmost confidence in your abilities. I will manage the snipers. Gozen, why don’t you lead with Vegeta as well?” Tendmar casually spoken in his even dead voice.

            “Well I guess I should since it was my original plan.” Gozen grunted. “Vegeta just added to an already perfect plan.”

            Vegeta smirked with a slight shake of his head. “Very well then, it is decided. Tomorrow at noon we will attack, many of the troops are having lunch at this time. They will be caught off guard.”

            Aira clapped her hands. “Very well it is decided then; I will talk to the Terraians get their best four to do the job on the torrents and fill them in on their mission.”

            “Yes Aria that will suffice, for now all we can do is prepare and get some rest. It will be a hectic day tomorrow at noon.” Tendmar sighed. “Be sure you are all ready, till then goodnight.”

            Vegeta remained watching the fellow leaders leave, all that stood behind was the man whom have been his shadow since he could remember. “Nappa, I need to talk to Raditz tonight, alone.”

            “Are you sure Prince?”

            “Yes, it is something I must do.” Vegeta steeled himself mentally; it was going to be hard but it was needed.

            Vegeta walked through the underground tunnels of their temporary base, looking down at the miserable rebels clinging to their faith; At least they will had hope, while his was gone, how could they win when all they were doing was barley surviving. Vegeta reached Raditz’s door, he could feel his courage sink to the bottom of his feet, his palms became sweaty. He stood there for nearly a half an hour listening, waiting, trying his best to gain his courage; ignoring the questioning eyes of the men passing by.

            When he finally lifted his hand to knock the door came open, and he stood in front of the man he came to see.

            “What do you want?” Raditz peered into the covered eyes of the Prince, wanting for the entire world to pull the contraption off and make him stare into the bright light above just to cause him harm. “Well speak up!”

            “We need to talk Raditz.” Vegeta nearly kicked himself for the soft questioning tone in his voice.

            “Well go ahead your highness and talk.” Raditz sneered.

            “In private.”

            Raditz moved to the side making a large sweep of his arm to allow the Prince in giving him a mocking bow. “Then by all means come in.”

            Vegeta stepped into the dingy room, he could feel oppressed by the raw emotions coming from his once friend and companion. “I am sorry about Brolly Raditz, I know how you both felt towards one another.”

            “Really, then I suppose this makes everything absolutely fine now huh. The all mighty Prince came to say his was sorry, that just makes everything fucking perfect.” Raditz growled.

            “I never said that.” Vegeta’s shoulders dropped letting loose a sad sigh. “Brolly was a great man Raditz, I couldn’t save him. I tired but I couldn’t. I failed you all Raditz.” Vegeta turned towards Raditz judging the brightness of the room. He took the chance and pressed the side of the eye shield away opening his eyes slowly to get accustomed to the sight. It stung briefly, but once his eyes became use to the dimly lighten room it was fine. “If I could take his place I would Raditz.”

            In an instant Vegeta found himself pressed up against the wall, the heavy large body of Raditz holding him pinned. He almost laughed once he thought of the days when they used energy, Raditz always seemed so little to him in comparison by power levels alone, now he was the weaker, relying only on brute strength Raditz was the superior; how funny and ironic. “Take his place! That’s all you had done Vegeta! You fucking run, looking for anyway out! From this war, from Frezia, from me.” Raditz growled low; god’s how many times had Vegeta dodged him throughout the years, constantly saying he wasn’t ready securing a blanket around him from time to time. “You’re a coward Vegeta.”

            Vegeta didn’t move, didn’t protest; Raditz was right he was a coward. He had tried to run from Frezia the day he realized he would never break free, thanks to that stunt Frezia decided to add insurance he little monkey prince would never run, and even tired to quirk his abilities thus why he must wear the eye shield from bright lights. He did run, well gave up in the war, turning himself in; if it wasn’t for Brolly to quite literally knock some sense into him, he wouldn’t be here; he would be a drone. Then Raditz, yes he ran time and time again from Raditz. He just couldn’t give it up, the last remains of his innocents, he just couldn’t. Instead he tagged the second class along for years, giving him little samples and idle promises until the day Raditz finally gave up and moved on with Brolly. By the god’s he was a coward, his father would be ashamed. Vegeta looked up into the blazing eyes of Raditz and let out a shuddering breath. “Do what you must to ease your pain Raditz.”

            He did it, he was willingly giving himself up to him; so what if his innocents was ripped away by anger and hurt, he wouldn’t give it up for love, then anger will be it. He turned his head exposing his neck in submissiveness to the large Saiyan.

            Raditz snarled he could feel the emotions of the other, and he be damned if he… “This, really Vegeta.” Raditz called his bluff, just to see how serious the Prince truly was. He grabbed the smaller waist hoisting him on his crotch palming a buttock, rubbing himself against the other. The Prince remain his resolve, Raditz took it up a notch. He pulled Vegeta away from his throwing him onto the bed stomach against the mattress. He pulled the pant down just enough expose the untouched bottom, he heard the hitch in Vegeta’s breath, and watched as the body below tighten in fear. He growled in disgust, the Prince was really serious. Raditz pulled away. “Get the fuck out. You spreading your legs for me isn’t going to make anything better.”

            “It would…”

            “Shut up Vegeta, it will not do a damn thing. It will not ease my resentment towards you, nor will it end my hurt in loosing Brolly. Vegeta whatever positive feelings I had for you is long gone, understand that. For now I will suck up my hate, not for your own sake, but for the sake of this rebellion.” Raditz slumped against the wall. “Brolly would want that.” His eyes narrowed on Vegeta. “For some ungodly reason he still respected you.”

            Vegeta pulled his pant up, taking shuddering breaths. There wasn’t anything else he could say. “There is another attack planned for tomorrow at noon.” He stared at his feet. “You stay here Raditz, you’re not in the right state of mind to fight.”

            Raditz scoffed. “Whatever, just leave.”

            Many things left in question, what happen here, and there, and who is this oppressing enemy and what is he/she is doing, and what is the plan? Muahaha more questions and answers coming.

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