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Yaoi RPG	By : arvan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't have much warning to give, except for the foul words, possible yaoi scenes, the occasional random crap and whatnots. Not too sure yet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except a few DBZ Mangas, DVDS, cards and a toy Vegeta. And this idea.

Cruel Truth

“I know you two; I’ve seen your playthroughs. You’re Goku and Vegeta”
“You’re that… what’s his name again?” Goku turned to Vegeta.
“It’s Sky-Skyper224” the blonde gamer answered instead. “The name’s Sharpner”
The self-introduction commenced, after everyone returned to the Outpost; the danger had passed for now, as far as ‘in-game’ danger was concerned. The other danger was an on-going concern as Sharpner’s appearance confirmed Goku and Vegeta’s fears.
“What happened? No one’s heard of you for 2 years”
“2 years?!” Sharpner could not hide his surprise at Goku’s statement; 2 years… had time passed that much?
“Yeah, I mean real time, 2 years. Have you really been stuck here all this time?”
“I didn’t come here for a vacation that’s for sure. Damn it…” he paused for a brief moment before turning his attention to the other 3 members in the room. “So you’ve recruited Turles, Tarble and Jyunana-go. Personally, I would have opted for Brolly and Zarbon instead. You’d probably have a better fighting chance with a power tanker and an arcane spell master instead of a stealth rouge and a rookie mage. You won’t even need Jyunana-go if you got Brolly’s men, except maybe for his Animal Lore support”
It was a personal preference that the party took offence to, one that everyone present could hear, seeing that the same guy hadn’t kept his personal opinion to himself; it served as a direct insult.
“And just what did you mean by that?” Turles moved forward first.
“You talk big for someone who goes into hiding while others stick their necks out; fighting to keep you safe and hidden” No. 17 brought his crossbow closer, annoyance dancing in his eyes.
“That’s unfair of you. We’re all fighting hard too” Tarble gently placed himself in Turles’ way, which, coincidently happened to be in snyc with No. 17’s line of sight as well; stopping Turles from a certain confrontation with Sharpner as well as blocking No. 17 should he decide to be trigger happy.
Vegeta glared, the only hint he was willing to give that showed his displeasure at that unwelcomed, most ‘unasked for’ comparison even as he placed a hand against Turles’ chest to stop him in his tracks, in addition to Tarble’s efforts.
“Vegeta and I made it this far and we didn’t do it alone, we had help; them. We don’t always see eye to eye and we fight at times, but we always got each other’s’ backs. They’re not just our party members, they’re also our friends”
Sharpner had stopped listening sometime after Tarble’s speech, his face frozen with dreaded cognizance.
“Fuck. This is bad…” he whispered to himself.
“Hey Vegeta, maybe we should find a save point so Sharpner can log out first? I mean someone has to tell what happened and…”
“It won’t work” Sharpner interrupted Goku.
All eyes turned to Sharpner.
“It won’t work. The save points won’t log us out” he repeated himself.
“You tried to log out” Vegeta connected the dots.
“Yeah… that’s why I’m still here. We can’t log out, the fucking royal jerk saw to that. We have to fight him and kill the bastard… and there’s no fucking re-try if we fail”
“Explain yourself” immediately everyone gave him their absolute full attention.
“The game developers created a new game software and engine, it was supposed to boost the AI’s performance and enhance the environment stimulator for maximum game play and higher challenges. This game was supposed to be the 1^st game to ever be developed using this high-tech, to see if it works and it did; it worked too well. The software not only gave those pixelated creations a performance boost, it gave them too much intelligence, too much free will. First it was the king, he discovered and recognised the reach he had and used that against the players who logged in…” he paused.
“And you know this because…”
Goku looked on as Vegeta pressed on for more information, while the other 3 kept silent with confusion, unable to understand the conversation.
“I was one of the developers, scriptwriter and I assisted with the character designs. Turles kind of looks like you, doesn’t he, Goku? His character was modelled after you, credits given at the end” Sharpner smirked as he nodded towards an unhappy Turles.
“What the hell is he talking about, Vegeta?” Turles turned to Vegeta.
“The 3 of you wait outside” Vegeta removed his hand from Turles’ chest as he ignored the question and answered with a request that came out so strongly that it could easily be regarded as an order.
“Tarble, Turles, No. 17. Could you guys wait outside?” Goku caught onto Vegeta’s plan, his decision to exclude them from the conversation.
“I’m staying” Turles stubbornly refused to move from his spot.
“Goku… I’ve already decided to risk life and death, to see it to the end… I want to be here…” Tarble stood before Goku, pleading with his ‘puppy’ eyes... again.
“You said we were a party, why contradict yourselves now. If he knows something that’s important to us, I say we all deserve to hear it. So long as you’re not suggesting another interrogation” No.17 kept his crossbow.
“But… you guys really shouldn’t have to hear this…” Goku struggled with his words, until a grunt from Vegeta distracted him.
“Get on with it” Vegeta gave Sharpner the go ahead; unable to decide whether telling them the hard truth or keeping them in the dark was the lesser evil.
…
“According to the story plot and script, the king was a man who rules with a firm but fair hand; his rule unchallenged because of his fiercely loyal knights, but there must always be trouble for stories to begin. To cut a long story short, the King has a queen and a concubine who each bore him a son. These two boys are the ones who would set the story in motion, originally the crown prince was supposed to poison the king and usurp his throne while the other was framed for the king’s death. The player was supposed to arrive at the precise moment he was due to be executed for his ‘crime’ and start the game. The rest of the play was for the player and the fugitive prince to recruit as many characters as they can, bring the crown prince to justice and set things right with side quests in between; BL romance aside, but as you can see… the storyline’s changed” Sharpner stopped talking for a brief moment to allow everyone to absorb the news.
“The crown prince and the other prince were already executed a few years back, along with the empress and the concubine… the King had them killed on the grounds that they were plotting against him” No. 17 informed the rest.
“Exactly. That wasn’t according to script, somehow he managed to go against what he was programmed to do, but to a limited degree. He’s unable to leave the castle due to the game’s engine program, but the scary part was what happened next… the game’s AI, ‘he’ was watching us the whole time we were working on the game-”
“Enough” Vegeta stopped him. “We’ve already established that the game’s rigged, but what I want to know is what the bastard’s intentions are, what happened to the other players that came before us and how do we finish it and get home”
“Isn’t it obvious? He’s taken drastic measures to make sure no one could be a match for him. He’s made it his personal objective to capture any gamer who logged in, eliminate the threat before they're able to gain the levels and power to fight him. The AI knows whenever a new player enters, that part was scripted and the bastard actually knew to use it to his advantage. You both must have had trouble when you got in, didn’t you? I don’t have to tell you he’d do anything to flush you two out. Hell, he even recruited Blue, the would have been 2^nd last boss, the crown prince’s general for that purpose.
I don’t have to tell you this, but the only way any of us can log out is when the last fight ends. The King has to die, but he isn’t easy to kill and I’m not talking about just any epic last boss fight. He had another ace, a cursed but all stats enhancing headgear, acquired only if you take on a difficult side quest. I never expected he’d be able to obtain it. It was meant as a obtainable reward for the player's exploration only, but it freaking hell made him stronger than possible”
“The jewel crown that was guarded by a 5 headed hydra? 47 lives were lost retrieving that thing” How could No. 17 forget, he was one of few chosen to embark on that life-risking quest.
“That’s right. That’s the source of his power”
“And what did you mean when you said no re-tries” Goku added on top of Vegeta’s enquiries.
You don’t get to try again if you fail… because your in-game body would freeze. That’s what happened to the other players… they’ve become fixtures in that castle, unable to leave, unable to log out. Oh god… their faces across the palace walls, like wallpaper… and there were so many guards in the caste. I didn’t stand a chance so I ran… I hadn’t gathered enough War Assets and I lost my party fighting the guards when we invaded the castle. I couldn’t do it alone…” Sharpner covered his face with both hands as he slouched into the chair, frustrated as the fear resurfaced in him.
“War Assets? Doesn’t our profile say something about that, Vegeta?” Goku asked as he brought out his profile, status menu. “90% War Assets, is that enough?”
“More than I had for mine… here” Sharpner brought out a single jewel ring, engraved with runes.
(Party has obtained Summon Ring)
“What the hell is this for” Vegeta took it, bringing it closer to inspect it.
“For you to call forth your allies when you storm the palace, I think you guys will need it more than I. I’ve already had my chance and I failed, you two are veteran gamers, should be a piece of cake right?”
(Party gained Knowledge, War Assets +10%)
“So now we know what to do, we might have a fighting chance. How about answering my questions next?” Turles spoke up after a period of long silence.
“Our questions” No. 17 came to stand beside Turles, the looks on their faces anything but pleased.
“Why are you calling yourselves gamers? Not travellers like before?” Turles spoke first.
“Why are you all talking as if this was just a game of some sort?” No. 17 followed up with another question.
“Ano…”
All eyes turned to Tarble who had been quiet this whole time.
“Why is it you seem to know so much… and about us?” he looked up, at Sharpner. “You sound as if… you either met us before… or…” he dared not continue, his eyes haunted with fear.
Goku started to get up, to stop further questions; this conversation was starting to lean towards a direction he didn’t like. Vegeta held him back with a hand to his arm, tightening his grip as he did.
Sharpner hesitated, glancing towards Goku and Vegeta for help. Vegeta nodded with a scowl; he hadn’t liked how this had played out, but there was no more room for secrecy.
With a resigned sigh, Sharpner spoke again.
“…I was part of the character design team, my team created all of you. Gave you shape, names and everything else that made you, you. What I’m saying is… the 3 of you are created as part of this world stimulation. This world, and you guys never existed; none of it is real” Sharpner looked away, feeling guilty for many reasons, especially when he saw the shock in their eyes, before that shock turned to anger and beneath the surface of that rage was fear.
In an instant, Turles closed the distance, seizing Sharpner as he pulled him to his feet by the collar of his tunic, none too gently with both hands. His boot barely touched the surface of the floor.
“What was that you said?” he demanded, his words spoken between gritted teeth. “Created!? Shaped!? Don’t you fuck with me!”
“Let- go” Sharpner pulled at Turles’ wrists, struggling to get him to release him.
“Turles stop it! Let him down!”
Turles ignored them all even as hands grabbed his arms, fingers tried to pry his fingers off; the flame within him burned, refusing to be extinguished.
“Everything that happened till now… my friends’ deaths, my home. My feelings…” he eyed Vegeta from the corner of his eye, was his feelings shaped the same way; had his love for him been nothing but a lie, created by a man who played god with his life? Did he even have a life…?
“FUCK YOU!!” he roared, shoving the guy back into the seat forcefully; his hands clenched and unclenched in his rage, his chest heaving with each breath.
“Enough Turles” Vegeta shook his head as he held him back, using his hand to block him from the source of his anger.
“He’s right. I always believed we shape our own lives, decide on our own paths in life. That’s why I fought so hard, I thought if I were strong enough I’d have a choice, a right to carve my own destiny. And now you’re telling me everything that’s happened, the things I had to endure was your doing? All of it preordained?” No. 17 kept his weapon at his side, his hand tight on the crossbow’s butt.
“I wasn’t the one who wrote your background story, but I know the things you had to go through. Yes, your life was written that way. All of you”
The truth was a bitter pill to swallow but Sharpner saw no point in lying. It was strange to feel sorry for them, characters that weren’t alive to begin with and yet he did. After so many years in the game industry, drawing drafts upon drafts of characters, he never thought he’d feel anything except the satisfaction of an overall sales, popularity rating; even pride when a character he created was voted a place amongst the popular ranks.
But now, given that he had spent 2 years of his life here… the complexity of the AI system, the realism settings and most of all, what he saw and discovered; from both his previous party and present company. It was hard not to see past that these guys could be more, that they could mean so much more than game pawns; they seemed human, alive.
Living beings who are capable of feeling pain, able to laugh, cry, love, bleed and die… not something out of a software or engine.
“You bastard” No. 17 hissed, turned around and began walking towards the door.
“No. 17?”
“No one dictates my life for me” he slammed the door shut after his exit.
“I’m going after him” Goku got up quickly, intending to follow No. 17; concerned.
Tarble considered going after them but with so much conflict inside him, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to help matters or make them worse. He remained silent, thoughts of the earlier conversation running through his head like a hurricane as it shook the core of his being, threatening to uproot him from everything he believed in, and himself.
Vegeta got up to follow as well. As much as he thought No. 17 should be given his privacy and allowed the time to return; if he chose to return. The last battle was close and he didn’t want any possible rifts in the party. He was pulled back, against a solid chest just as he was about to follow.
Turles brought his arms around him, refusing to let go; feeling the need to hold him tight, to reaffirm how he felt. Vegeta relaxed and stood there silently, the aura present in the air remained awkward and suffocating.
Silence spoke in louder volumes, it was deafening.

To be continued ~

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