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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 24 - Mad World

WC: 3,285

Gohan sat by the window of his room in the castle, looking out into the distance. In his arms he held his egg, tenderly wrapped in a thick blanket. He traced the hard outer shell absently while looking at the landscape.
When he had come to the Saiyan home world with his family for a ‘vacation’ he was sure he wouldn’t really enjoy himself. He wasn’t too keen on leaving Earth while he was still pregnant. And now there was this whole situation with the Bakulans. Piccolo was deliberately vague on the details, but Gohan was able to get enough from their bond to know things weren’t ideal.
He turned his eyes down to the bundle in his arms, staring in wonder at the egg. How strange, that this is how his pregnancy had progressed. He thought it would be more like Vegeta’s, a typical Saiyan pregnancy. Instead he had developed some kind of hybrid pregnancy between Saiyan and Namek methods of reproduction. Gohan chuckled softly, thinking Piccolo must have some pretty powerful semen to change the direction of Gohan’s pregnancy so. Not that it was a bad thing. He really liked that he’ll be able to hold his baby right away and not be cut open and exhausted from hours of labor and birth. This was simpler in a way. Once the baby was born he’ll brag about it.
The egg was a light brown color with green highlights around the bumps that dotted the surface, giving the egg a rough feel. It felt very sturdy, like it would take a lot to break it, but Gohan wasn’t going to test that. Not yet anyway. He still couldn’t feel his child inside the egg, but he assumed that was for protection. Gohan really liked the idea that his child was safe.
Gohan walked away from the window, carrying his egg back to the bed where a nest of blankets had been made, some with electric heat to keep the egg extra warm. He lay down on the bed, curled around the nest and continuing to keep one hand on the egg. He sighed, body still feeling tired but he was thankfully out from under the overly watchful eyes of doctors. He was well enough to return to his room and take care of his egg.
While Piccolo did whatever it was he was doing.
Gohan huffed, tapping a finger on the egg’s shell in annoyance. He had been very delirious and sleepy for days now. He was aware of the tension in the castle, as well as the damage that had been done. But he knew no details, no indication as to what was going on. He got vague impressions, like the Bakulans were posing a threat and that many Saiyans had left that morning to face them. Everything else was being kept from Gohan.
He understood, he did. He was just recovering from being operated on and having most of his body’s reserves drained to create the egg his baby was in. He wouldn’t be much help to anyone, and being emotionally distressed would probably put him back into the infirmary.
It was still annoying. He felt like a child, too young to understand, or an elder, too old to help.
All Gohan could do was watch over his egg and pray his baby was born soon and that his family would be safe.
Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor outside of his room.
Gohan heard shouts when the shockwave swept through his room. Gohan curled over his egg as windows shattered inwards and furniture buckled under the stress of the shockwave. When things had settled Gohan looked over his shoulder out the window he had been standing by not moments ago. The glass was in jagged pieces on the floor, bits still clinging to the sills. Outside all he saw was smoke, dark billows of smoke that obscured the landscape he had been admiring earlier. More shouts of alarm could be heard outside, shouts of fear and pain and death.
Gohan started to get up from the bed, to do what, he wouldn’t know. Under his hand his egg moved. It wasn’t from his movement or the result of things being unsettled in the room. It came from inside the egg. Gohan cried out and shifted to kneel on the bed, both hands on his egg now. The sounds from outside of his room disappeared as all of his focus went to his unborn child.
Tears welled in Gohan’s eyes as he felt his baby move more and more, jerking the egg back and forth. A laugh bubbled up in his throat when a crack formed along one side, his child trying to get out. Gohan scrapped his nails along the crack, searching for a grip so he could help. His nails caught on one edge, chipping the egg along a new direction. Together he and his baby fought towards each other, breaking down the barrier between them.
Gohan ripped a chunk the size of his palm from the top of the egg and a tiny hand reached out. Gohan’s tears and laughter grew in intensity until his whole body shook with it. He rubbed the tip of one finger along that sweet little hand, breath catching when his baby gripped his finger. He renewed his destruction of the egg, tossing pieces all over the bed until he could reach inside for his baby and lift. His baby came easily, covered in the inner membrane of the egg, slick in his hands, but Gohan held firm.
He cradled his baby in the crook of one arm, using the other to count fingers and toes and catalogue each wonderful detail.
He had a daughter. A beautiful, perfect daughter who looked up at him with dark eyes. She had no hair, but maybe that would come later. Not that Gohan cared, she was here. Her skin was a very pale green, almost white, with a faint purple texture on major muscle groups like her father. She had a long tail, no fur but still a pale brown. The appendage curled around Gohan’s arm as he held her close. She looked up at him, studying his face as all babies do, with looks of curiosity and wonder.
She was utterly perfect.
The door to the room slammed open as Piccolo came charging in, covered in soot and burns. It was then that Gohan remembered the explosion and the perfect, safe little bubble he had built around him and his daughter popped. Piccolo’s eyes were wild, looking around before landing on Gohan. Through their bond Gohan could feel his mate’s worry and fear. The explosion had been no accident.
Piccolo rushed to the bed, eyes still only on Gohan’s face until their daughter let out her first cry. His mate froze, tension leaving his body as he looked down at her. Gohan shakily got to his feet, keeping a firm grip on her as he approached his mate. He wanted to ask about the blast. He wanted to know if anyone was hurt. He wanted to know if his mate was hurt. But he couldn’t, not with the way Piccolo was looking at her, the same way Gohan had just seconds ago. Piccolo needed this moment of quiet serenity
Gohan stepped up to his mate, smiling brightly as he showed her off.
“Say hello to your daughter, Piccolo.”
Piccolo’s smile was brilliant in its intensity and sincerity. It had been too long since his mate had looked like that. Too long since they had both felt such happiness. Piccolo traced a finger down the side of her face, her cries dying down as she looked at her other parent. After a while Piccolo turned his eyes to Gohan and they shared a giddy smile followed up with a soft, lingering kiss.
Their little family was finally complete.

Goku could tell how this was all going to end. The Bakulans were dependent on their weapons. Only a few were skilled at hand to hand combat, and those few individuals were no match for the Saiyans. The Bakulans were a race that depended more on their brains and technology than their muscles and power. The more the Saiyans destroyed the weaponry, the more the Bakulans put up less of a fight.
Goku hovered in the air, watching everything happen as he took deep breaths. Every moment was a struggle, especially surrounded by fighting as he was. There was a dark part that whispered in his mind. Goku had been helping, but the more he fought, the louder the voice got.
“Kill that weakling.”
“Rip that boy’s arms off.”
“Find out what their brains will look like splattered on the ground.”
“Does their blood taste like Saiyan blood?”
Each subsequent whisper got louder and louder and darker and darker. Goku felt less in control than he ever had. He knew there was this part of himself. A part that was pure blood lust and without human morals. His bond with Vegeta had kept the monster at bay. Without his bond, Goku worried he would loose control.
So he moved to the sidelines of the battle, watching as more and more Bakulans surrendered in groups and his people took mercy. The monster in him raged at the lack of spilt blood. Goku had tried reasoning with that part of himself, that those Bakulans had done nothing wrong. But it didn’t listen. It scoffed and raged and banged against the iron bars in his mind that kept it contained.
The battle seemed to be winding down until a sudden commotion from the back lines of the Bakulan army caught everyone’s attention. The Bakulans split down the middle, giving a wide berth for two figures that were moving forward. Goku leapt from his perch on the far side of the battle field, speeding forward anxiously. He would recognize that flame of hair anywhere.
Goku touched down beside Trunks, watching as Bakulan and Saiyan alike backed away. Trunks reached out and grabbed Goku’s arm, keeping him from charging the approaching pair.
Decebal was dragging Vegeta along by his throat, the bloody head of his right hand man in his other arm. Vegeta was naked and covered in filth, blood running down from a wound on the right side of his head.
“Vegeta!” Goku called out.
His mate looked dazed, his head hanging heavy on his shoulders. Decebal looked crazed and Goku felt his stomach drop with worry. Vegeta was in serious danger being close to someone like that. Decebal was liable to hurt Vegeta, maybe worse, and Goku didn’t know what he would do if that happened.
Decebal dropped the severed head of Kudret to the ground, an expression of horror forever frozen on the Bakulan’s bloody face. Decebal’s own face was twisted in a demented smirk. He started to laugh, throwing out his now free arm in a wide motion.
“Are you happy, Trunks? You’ve beaten me. My stupid people are pathetically weak compared to your inbred freaks. And not a single life lost. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Goku glanced at Trunks. His purple-haired son’s eyes were narrowed and his stance was wide like he was waiting for an attack. Goku had a bad feeling. The monster in his mind rattled against its bonds, spitting curses at Decebal and describing how he was going to kill the man. Goku was almost tempted to let that side of him out, but he might not come back from that if he did.
Decebal pulled a remote from his pocket, waving it in the air. Goku watched him warily. Bad guys with remotes was not a good thing.
“You may have my army beaten, Trunks. But I’m not done. Not in the least. You think I didn’t prepare for this moment. You’ll kill me but I’ll make sure you suffer for the rest of your life. I have two gifts for you, Trunks, before my departure.”
Decebal pressed a button on the remote in his hand. Goku waited and looked around, but nothing seemed to happen. He was expecting an explosion of some kind. Trunks snorted beside him.
“I’m not impressed, Decebal.”
“Oh I never said the present was here,” Decebal said with a leer. “It will be waiting for you, when you return to your pathetic little castle.”
Goku sucked in a breath, wondering what Decebal could have possibly done. The rest of the family was there. Goku felt his rage start to boil over. If anything happened to them…
Trunks turned from Decebal, shouting for someone to make contact with the castle. Goku didn’t let his eyes stray from Decebal. The man was a cornered animal, he was more dangerous now than he had ever been. Goku’s eyes trailed down to his mate hanging from Decebal’s hold.
Vegeta opened his eyes, blinking several times before their gazes finally met. Goku’s heart felt tight and he was just about ready to screw consequences and rush over to save Vegeta. Whatever Decebal could do in response couldn’t be worse than what he had already done.
Trunks was shouting something but Goku wasn’t paying attention, all of his focus was on Vegeta. His lover gave a faint smile.
Decebal jerked Vegeta up until he stood under his own weight. Then he shoved Vegeta forward. His mate stumbled forward, looking dizzy. Goku moved forward to catch his mate, wanting to hide him away somewhere safe and private. Goku felt the tension in his body release when his hands met his mate’s skin. He started to pull Vegeta close, never intending to let him go again.
“Here’s your second gift, Trunks,” Decebal called out as he pushed another button on his remote.
Vegeta jerked in his arms and Goku didn’t realize why at first. Vegeta was limp in his arms, his head hanging away from Goku, exposing his long neck, lacking his claiming mark. Goku lifted a hand to his face, feeling hot liquid. Was he crying. When he pulled his hand back, the tips of his fingers were painted red.
“Vegeta?”

Trunks knew he would remember this moment for as long as he lived. He will have nightmares about this moment, flashbacks that would come at the most innocent moments and ruin his mood.
His men had gotten reports that an explosion had happened at the castle, originating where the ships were kept. Trunks didn’t know how many casualties there were so he sent as many men back as he could spare, which was most of his army. The Bakulans were weak enough that once Decebal was dealt with, it would only take a handful of them to deal with any backlash from the Bakulans.
The explosion at the castle was obviously the first ‘present’ Decebal talked about. The second…
Trunks knew there was more wrong with his father than just a blow to the head, he knew it. Vegeta was too proud and strong to be as dizzy as he was. There had to be more to the injury on his father’s head than just a blow. But with all the blood Trunks couldn’t see what was wrong. Until it was too late.
Decebal pushed another button on his remote and the side of his father’s head with the injury just… exploded. Blood splattered over the ground and Goku. His father’s body slumped, kept from hitting the ground by Goku’s hold.
Trunks watched the scene unfold and studied it all through scientist’s eyes. If he let the little boy who loved his father out, Trunks would dissolve into a quivering mess.
Decebal must have implanted something in his father’s head, that’s where the head injury came from. Some kind of explosive that took off part of his father’s face. The ground was covered in blood and brain matter and bits of skull. Trunks watched it all with a numb heart, unable to believe this had happened.
Vegeta was dead.
Trunks looked away from the gruesome scene to the man who had caused it. Decebal was laughing, great belly laughs that shook his whole body. He sounded crazed. The Bakulan army was backing away from their mad leader, all looking shocked and horrified at what Decebal had done. Decebal had obviously acted alone, which was good. Trunks would only have to bloody his hands with the life of one man.
Trunks readied himself for attack when a whisper gave him pause.
“Vegeta?”
Trunks turned to look at Goku, his dad gently holding his father’s lifeless body. Goku’s eyes were wide and dark, like they weren’t really seeing what was happening. Trunks took a step back, then another. The air shifted and he felt a fizzle of raw power flow over his skin. He remembered what happened when Goku had felt his bond with Vegeta disappear. He had nearly gone insane and killed everyone. Only Keigo had calmed him down.
But if that was how Goku had reacted to loosing his bond… Trunks gulped. Loosing Vegeta entirely would drive him into a state no one would be able to bring him back from.
Trunks slowly backed away some more as Goku’s power grew. His dad still stared at the body in his arms but it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Trunks glanced over his shoulder, seeing Brolli and he quickly grabbed the man’s arm.
“Tell everyone to get out of here. We don’t have much time before-”
Trunks wasn’t able to finish giving his orders. His dad’s power reached a boiling point and exploded. Trunks raised his arms to shield himself as the shockwave from the release of power sent him hurtling backwards. Trunks heard screams from all around the battlefield as he went down hard. He coughed and struggled to his feet, looking around. The blast from Goku’s power had destroyed the land they had been fighting on. Fissures in the rock spread out from the center, with jagged boulders sticking out and holes falling deep into the ground.
Bodies lay strewn about. Trunks couldn’t tell the living from the dead, or even the Saiyans from the Bakulans. Trunks felt bile rise in his throat but swallowed it back. He needed to stay in control, because Goku was still standing in the middle of the battlefield, teeming with power. Vegeta’s body was gone though, leaving Goku empty handed.
Trunks took a deep breath, racking his brain to try and figure out what to do next. Goku was too powerful for anyone to take on. Hell, even if Trunks managed to get the strongest warriors together he wasn’t sure combined strength would even be enough. He had to hope Goku calmed down on his own, or Keigo performed another miracle.
Goku raised his head to the sky and screamed, the sound shaking the ground. His dad’s power skyrocketed, quickly shifting through all the levels of super Saiyan, until he stood at level 4. Trunks shifted back even more, ducking behind a boulder and trying to catch his breath. He seemed to be the only one on the battlefield able to move, he couldn’t even see Brolli.
Trunks knew he was no match for his dad when he was this strong, but unfortunately he was the only one there. Trunks took a breath and readied himself for battle. If nothing else, he could try to get through to Goku, before he went completely off the deep end.
Trunks leapt out from his hiding spot, powering up. Just as he was about to attack, Goku lifted two fingers to his forehead, and vanished. Trunks gasped, closing his eyes and trying to find Goku’s chi. He couldn’t. Trunks opened his eyes, looking across the devastated battlefield.
Where had Goku gone?

AN: OMG, what have I done. AHH! Bad author, naughty author, not nice author, go to your room and fix this mess.
Don’t worry I’m on it.
Pretty sure I promised before that this story would be more intense than the last. Going out with a bang and all that. This is the worst part of the phrase “things get worse before they get better.” Not going to apologize for it, because I’m really feeling this story now, and I’m really happy with my writing to. It’s even having an influence on my NaNoWriMo story. Go figure.
Anywho, I promise next update will come sooner than this one did. I was pretty much out of contact in the middle of nowhere for an internship for months, if you didn’t already know. But now I’m back and have a lot of time on my hands as I job hunt. Ugh, what tedious work. Wish I was paid to write.
Stay tuned for the next chapter. Where’s Goku? What was that explosion at the castle? What will Trunks do next? Where’s the Cabbage Merchant? Oh, damn, wrong fandom.
I promise answers to all of that an more in the next chapter. TTFN.
P.S. - I just realized I've been using song titles for chapter titles for a bit, and they all happen to be part of the mega mix I listen to when writing. Interesting.
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