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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11967 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 23 - "This is War"

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It was morning, a bright morning. But a storm was coming.

There was a desert between two oceans, two armies in the middle.

A dead man stood in a blaze of light.

A spaceship landed and the dust flew high.

There was a sense of familiarity and inevitability.

There were screams and an explosion.

Blood covered too many hands.

One prince arrived, followed by another.

Bodies lay strewn on a battlefield.

A man laughed before falling silent.

A dead man stood in a blaze of light.

He had no tail and hair like lightning.

A father was ripped apart, blood splashed on the ground.

The bond was gone.

Death and Life surrounded two species in a thick vice.

A group of people traveled in spaceships, no knowledge of their manipulation.

They had no tails and spiked hair.

A planet brought two species together, one of ancient origin.

A prince was killed.

There was a silent baby and the wail of someone who's lost everything.

A spaceship came from the sky and landed in a desert between two oceans.

There were people with no tails inside.

A dead man stood in a blaze of light.

He destroys a family.

Keigo followed the energy trails left behind by the Saiyans as they left for battle for as long as they lingered in the air. Energies of all different colors streaked across his vision, but Keigo was watching two in particular. The vibrant purple of Trunks' trail as it lead the army. The bright orange with a spreading blue center of his dad's trail, following behind the rest. Besides Brolli, everyone else Keigo knew was at the castle, either incapacitated or waiting for a surprise attack from the Bakulans.

Keigo grabbed Takeo's hand, holding tight as the energy trails faded away, leaving Keigo in the dark. He and Takeo stood on the tallest tower of the castle, as look outs. Trunks had said it was because Keigo's sensitivity to energy made him ideal for watching out for enemy attack, but Keigo knew Trunks put the two of them up there for safety. Their family had already been damaged by the Bakulans, and Trunks didn't want to see any more harm come to any of them.

"Are you okay, Keigo?" Takeo asked softly.

Keigo nodded, but didn't say anything. He was using all of his abilities not focused on tracking energies to keeping his brother out of his head. Keigo knew he couldn't keep the barrier between them up much longer, but until the fighting died down, Keigo would do everything he could to keep it there.

The vision he had had, the vision where he had seen the fate that his family was headed towards, had put Keigo into a deep coma to recover from the onslaught. It felt like his ability was stronger now, more focused. Keigo almost felt like he could control it. The coma had seemed to awaken his ability even more than his blindness as a baby had.

His coma had also resulted in his bond to his brother becoming something even stronger than it had been. Takeo had been relentless in trying to coax Keigo out of his coma. Unbeknownst to the doctors and their families, Takeo had been trying to reach him through their special bond. He tried every day, pressing deeper and deeper into his head until Takeo found him, buried away. Just in time too. Their father had nearly lost himself.

Keigo held Takeo's hand tighter but kept their minds as far apart as he could. They didn't have time to talk about what Takeo had done to get Keigo back, but he had a feeling they both knew what had happened. They were bonded, far more than any siblings should be.

Keigo closed his eyes, searching out the energies of the Bakulans. They were moving toward the battle ground, with many staying behind. As of yet, none were coming toward the castle. Keigo opened his eyes, still seeing the ever present darkness that is as tightly bound to him as Takeo is.

Fragments of his vision swirled in his head. Things were going to get much worse before they got better, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had a part to play, but not until all the events had happened. There was nothing he could do to prevent what would happen, because anything he could do would result in the same outcomes. Keigo closed his eyes, seeing blood splatter across his vision and hearing the cries of pain and suffering. His ability had evolved enough that Keigo could actually manipulate his visions, trying for a different outcome. He still couldn't control what he saw, but he could see more about the visions he was given. He had seen that anything he tried to do to stop what was going to happen just resulted in the same thing. If he told someone, tried to tell the truth to the Bakulans, warned his family, it would still happen the same way. All Keigo could do was be prepared to explain everything when the time came.

Keigo held Takeo's hand tighter. He just hoped he could make some kind of difference in the end.

Trunks walked out onto the cracked dirt of the battle field, the wind kicking up dust all around him. The cape he wore twisted and pulled with the wind, nearly choking Trunks. He ignored the discomfort. Any weakness, any pain he showed would just be more ammunition for Decebal.

Through the swirling dust, Trunks saw Decebal appear from the other end of the flat expanse of the southern side of the Saiyan world. Trunks had picked the spot for their inevitable battle to keep civilians and buildings out of harm's way. They will settle this just with their fighters, and leave everyone else out of it.

Trunks was surprised Decebal agreed to the terms, but Trunks didn't accept his compliance lightly. He had Piccolo back at the castle with a smaller brute squad and most of the weapons they had to defend the castle if the Bakulans sprung a surprise attack.

He was not going to let Decebal get the better of him. Not again.

Trunks and Decebal stopped a few feet away from one another. Their armies stood several yards behind them. They faced each other alone, with everyone else watching them like hawks. The wind picked up and for a moment Trunks lost sight of Decebal in the resulting dust and he braced for an attack. Decebal stayed where he was, and smirked mockingly at Trunks when the dust cleared.

"Last chance, Trunks. Surrender and I'll not harm any Saiyans. Well, anymore Saiyans." Decebal had such a condescending tone that Trunks was going to take great pleasure in teaching him a lesson.

"Last chance, Decebal. Leave now and give me back my father and no Bakulans will get hurt." Trunks had no delusions that Decebal would accept his terms but he had to voice them. Trunks had to know he had given the man an out and he was too stupid to take it.

Decebal's smirk widened and he looked positively demented. "Why don't we drop the pretenses Trunks. We both know how this is going to end."

"No, I don't think we both know, because you seem to be under the delusion that you're going to walk away from this. And you're not."

"I like this fierceness in you Trunks. It's something I'm afraid your father has lost."

Trunks didn't outwardly react, didn't let his face show the panic he suddenly felt. What was being done to his father? He knew the bond had been broken between him and Goku, but he didn't know anything else beyond that. Anger burned low in his gut and Trunks let his power grow.

Oh yes, he was going to enjoy ripping Decebal apart.

"Like you said, Decebal. Let's drop the pretenses and get this over with."

"As you wish, Trunks."

Decebal raised a hand, pointing two fingers towards the sky. Trunks spread his legs, digging his feet into the dirt of the battlefield. Decebal chuckled and brought his hand down, signaling his tropes to attack. Bakulans cried out and the first wave of soldiers ran forward. Trunks brought his hands together, gathering together his energy. Decebal let his men pass him, laughing louder as Trunks just stood waiting for the attach. None of the Saiyans behind him moved and Trunks smirked. He let out a yell and brought his hands to the ground, letting his power out and sending the first wave of Bakulans flying back, knocked off their feet by the shockwave of Trunks' power ripping up the ground beneath their feet.

Trunks straightened up, dusting off his hands as the dust from his attack settled. Bakulans lay across the field, stunned and unconscious. Decebal looked shocked. Trunks felt his smirk widen to rival his father's most menacing grin. He knew what Decebal was planning with that attack. It was something Trunks had figured Decebal would do while watching Goten heal. Decebal would send out his weakest fighters first, knowing that they would be no match for the Saiyans and would die. Their deaths would infuriate the rest of the Bakulans and make this battle shed blood like waterfalls. Trunks knew Decebal would do this. His mind was clear and he could anticipate Decebal's moves like they were playing chess.

Check. Your move Decebal, Trunks thought with a chuckle.

Trunks attacked first, an attach that would knock out, but not kill the first wave of Bakulans. The less bloodshed, the better. Trunks still held hope that this could end with words rather than fists. But for that to happen, Decebal needed to be out of the picture.

Trunks signaled to his own tropes, sending them forward as Trunks shot into the air, making a beeline for Decebal. Shouts sounded below him as the fight started in earnest. Trunks had emphasized to his men that they were to defeat, but not kill their opponents. If they could, they needed to try to talk to their opponents, to expose Decebal's deception. Trunks doubted the talking would work on all of the Bakulans, but it might work on enough to even out the numbers of this battle. Trunks was under no delusion that the Saiyans were as strong as him and Goku. The only one close was Brolli, and he wasn't at Trunks' level and not even close to Goku's. Trunks heard Goku shout out and felt the shock wave of his attack.

Goku was still a loose cannon. Trunks had tried to get his dad to stay behind and defend the castle with Piccolo but he was adamant that he be there to take out Decebal. Trunks knew that wasn't the best idea. If Trunks did it, the Bakulans would see it as one leader felling another and hopefully would surrender. If Goku did it, the Bakulans would see it as a threat and fight even harder for revenge. Trunks needed to get to Decebal first. He would make it a clean kill, no matter how much he wanted to get revenge for what that bastard did to Goten. Goku would have no reservations and would likely make Decebal's death as long an gruesome as possible.

Trunks spotted Decebal retreating through his army, whispering into ears and spreading his poisonous words. Trunks dived through the air, charging a chi blast. Decebal saw him coming and shouted something Trunks couldn't make out. The Bakulans closest to Decebal made a wall in front of their leader and started shooting at Trunks with their weapons. Trunks ducked and weaved through the blasts, but he couldn't get any closer. One shot clipped his shoulder and sent him into the ground. When the dust cleared, Decebal was gone. Trunks yelled and launched forward to attach the Bakulans that had stood in his way, knocking them out and destroying their powerful weapons.

He stood in a circle of fallen soldiers, none of them dead, thankfully. Trunks looked around, not seeing Decebal anywhere. The battle still raged on. The Saiyans using their physical strength against the technological strength of the Bakulans. The weapons the Bakulans used were more powerful than Trunks thought they would be. He spared a moment to worry about the castle where the Saiyans that couldn't fight were gathered. Piccolo was there, and his brothers Takeo and Keigo. All three were powerful, but if they were outnumbered, these weapons could prevail.

Trunks shook his head. The here and now was most important. The sooner he finished the battle here, the sooner he could return and make sure the castle had not fallen to any surprise attacks.

Decebal would show his face, he was too vain not too. So Trunks would focus on getting rid of as many of these weapons that were evening the battlefield more than he planned for.

Trunks looked up and saw his dad, swatting away the blasts from a group of guns on a turret. Trunks ran forward, ducking under more shots and weaving between battling pairs of Bakluans and Saiyans. He took out the turret with an easy chi blast, catching as many Bakluans who were thrown by the explosion and settling them on the ground. Trunks took to the air, grabbing Goku's arm before he could fly off in search of revenge.

"Decebal's hiding," Trunks shouted over the explosions happening around them. Goku growled and shook off Trunks' arm. "We need to focus on the fight, Dad. He'll come back, he's too vain not to."

Goku gave a frustrated growl but turned his attention back to the Bakulans, thankfully focused on taking out their weapons rather than the innocent soldiers. Trunks floated above the battle. It seemed everyone was keeping the battle on the ground. While the Saiyans could fly, it seemed like the Bakulans could not, but with their technology they didn't really need to.

Trunks shook some dust out of his hair, covering his eyes with a hand as he took a deep breath. Decebal would come back, there was no doubt about it. Trunks was just worried that when he did, he'd have another trick up his sleeve.

"We don't have much time," a deep voice whispered in Vegeta's ear.

He nodded in understanding and kept working, listening to the sound of metal scrapping against metal. Vegeta was in a small holding cell, in one of the smaller ships Decebal brought with him to the battle. The ship was on the far outskirts of the desert landscape the battle was on, but Vegeta could still hear the sounds of fighting. The discharge of weapons, the battle cries of his people, and the screams of pain.

"The suppressors should work their way out of your system in a couple of hours. I'm sorry I couldn't stop the doses," the voice continued.

Vegeta shook his head. "This is enough. I appreciate what you're risking to do this."

"I should have done it a long time ago."

Vegeta looked over his shoulder. Kudret stood by the door to his cell, looking out the small window so he would know if anyone was coming. Vegeta was working diligently on his bonds, sawing away at the metal keeping him contained. He had both of his ankles released now and was almost done with his first wrist. Not too much longer now and he would be free.

Kudret had been assigned to keep Vegeta locked up and away from the fighting. He would be leverage if the battle didn't go in Decebal's favor. Vegeta looked at Kudret for a moment before returning to watching what he was doing. The last thing he needed to do was rip open his wrist with the tool.

Vegeta had been surprised by Kudret turning his back on Decebal. He had been under the impression that Kudret's loyalty would be enduring, no matter what Decebal did. He was wrong, but Vegeta didn't mind. It was working in his favor. Kudret hadn't said much, about his treachery and reasons for helping Vegeta. All he had explained was that he couldn't sit idly by anymore.

Vegeta sighed when he got the bond around his wrist undone. He turned his attention to the last shackle. Kudret cursed and Vegeta looked up, seeing a sight he didn't want to see. Kudret was panicked. The Bakulan ran for Vegeta, looping the shackles back around his wrist and ankles, holding them together with a thin wire that would be easily broken even by a weakened Vegeta. Kudret just finished and stood up when the door to the cell banged open, hiding the saw behind his back.

Decebal looked livid. Vegeta swallowed and glanced at Kudret. He was still bound by one chain, but it was connected to the wall of the cell. Vegeta couldn't get away now.

Decebal stalked forward and roughly grabbed Vegeta by his hair, hauling him to his feet. Vegeta winced, realizing too late that he needed to mask his expressions. He was supposed to be a lifeless doll. Decebal growled and shook Vegeta, either not noticing Vegeta's slip-up or not caring.

"This was supposed to be an easy takeover!" Decebal shouted, throwing Vegeta to the ground. He hissed when his shoulder was jarred, he wouldn't be surprised if it was dislocated. "What the hell is wrong with you Saiyans? You were supposed to just roll over and take it. You were all supposed to be mine to rule. But now you're fighting. You piece of shit."

Vegeta coughed as Decebal kicked him in the ribs, causing his body to slide along the floor until he slammed into the wall. Vegeta grimaced but picked himself up. He looked up at Decebal and spat a mouthful of blood at his boots. "We're not a race of push overs like your sorry lot, Decebal." Vegeta said, slowly getting to his feet and leveling his best glare at the Bakulan leader. "You won't survive the afternoon, Decebal. You'll be hunted down and ripped limb from limb and left for dead on the site of your defeat. And then your people, your faithful minions will bow down to me."

Vegeta braced himself, waiting for Decebal to lash out like he knew he would. If he got Decebal mad enough, insulted him enough, then he would probably drag Vegeta out onto the field, to play his last card. Of course Vegeta would take the opportunity to escape before Decebal could use him as a shield. It was a risk, Decebal could just kill Vegeta right here, right now, but he was a prideful creature. His ego was more important than anything else. Vegeta was confident that Decebal would want to make an example of him.

Vegeta slammed into the wall as Decebal kicked him. He started to slide down the cold metal before Decebal grabbed him by the neck. Vegeta shivered, the cold in those eyes was worse than the freezing air of the cell washing over his naked body. Decebal's lips were curled back in a snarl, his face flushed with his anger. Decebal's hand started to squeeze and Vegeta took shorter and shorter breaths. He was gasping for air, unable to fight off Decebal's assault. Maybe he had miscalculated. Maybe Decebal would kill Vegeta right now.

Just was Vegeta was ready to accept his fate, Decebal released him, letting Vegeta slump to the floor. Vegeta sucked in ragged breaths, holding his throat with the hand he could lift. Decebal ripped his bonds from the wall, letting the chains fall to the floor. Decebal snarled and hit Vegeta a few more times, leaving bruises and gashes all over his body. "Let's see how your precious Saiyans react when they see their prince reduced to nothing more than a play thing," Decebal hissed in his ear.

Vegeta realized he had made a very, very big mistake. Decebal would drag him out onto the battlefield, giving Vegeta the opportunity to escape like he hoped. But his goading and insults had resulted in spurring Decebal into doing something Vegeta had been able to avoid for the past few days by playing dead.

Vegeta's body ached, his power still too far away for him to harness. He was helpless, he couldn't get away. Vegeta raised his eyes up to where Decebal stood over him. A cruel smirk curved over the Bakulan's face. Decebal dropped his hands and undid the front of his pants. Vegeta looked away, staring wide eyed at the far wall as the rustling of clothing grew louder.

Vegeta closed his eyes, feeling a tremble work its way down his spine. He could get through this. He had gone through it before and survived. He could do it again.

A sudden commotion had Vegeta opening his eyes. He gasped and dodged as much as he could as Decebal was slammed into the wall beside him. Vegeta looked up. He had completely forgotten about Kudret.

"Run!" Kudret shouted, landing another punch to a stunned Decebal. "Get out of here."

Vegeta hesitated. If he left, he worried what would happen to his savior. Decebal was undoubtedly the strongest of his race. Kudret could be killed.

Decebal turned and grappled with Kudret, the two of them punching and grabbing any part they could to inflict damage. "Go!" Kudret growled, taking a hit to the head.

Vegeta got to his feet, ignoring the pain that rippled all over his body from the beating Decebal had given him. He ran for the still open door and ran out. He didn't look back. If he did, he knew he wouldn't leave. Vegeta had to get out of there, though. He was of no use the way he was. All he could do was find his people and send them to help Kudret.

Vegeta stumbled out of the ship, lifting a hand to shield his eyes when the sun burned against them. He blinked away tears, trying to adjust as he continued to move forward, away from the ship. He followed the sound of fighting, hissing as his feet scrapped and stumbled against the burning ground. When he could see, Vegeta oriented himself. Dust obscured most of the battle, but he could see the flash of weapons and the blasts of chi attacks. He took off running, cradling one arm to his chest and using the other to shield his eyes from the dust and the sun.

Hopefully Kudret would hold off Decebal long enough to give Vegeta time to find someone he knew. The ground scorched his feet and his body screamed in agony but Vegeta pressed on. He was almost there.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?!"

Vegeta froze, swallowing thickly. He turned slowly, not wanting to see what was behind him, but unable to resist looking. A scream was ripped from his throat and his legs gave out, sending Vegeta sprawling to the ground.

Decebal stood covered in blood, holding Kudret's head.

And only his head.

AN: I'm sorry about the wait on this. I was notified a few weeks ago that I got an internship I've been hoping for. It's five months spent out practically in the middle of nowhere. I'm leaving in a couple of days so I've spent most of my time prepping and being with my family. I'm not sure how updating will go for the next few months. I might find the time, I might not. I'm hoping I will but we'll see. I hope you all can be patient because I really think in the end this story will be worth. We still have several chapters to go and I'm going to let all of you vote for some epilogue lemons for the various relationships in this story. I'll let you know more once the story is done.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Hopefully I won't leave you hanging for very long.

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