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Final preparations
It always had to be something.
Vegeta’s brows furrowed as his eyes scanned over the party, 3 party members to be exact.
The fighter and rogue, both looking for all the world like they’ve gotten into a car accident, was catapulted from their seats, went tumbling down a cliff, slammed into a tree, got mauled by a bear and ran over by a truck; had somewhat miraculously survived and returned the next day.
Another groan and Vegeta’s ‘Patience’ level gage meter threatened to reach its maximum capacity; just one more… and he would reach his limit break. The overnight rest helped those two recover a sufficient amount of HP, but could not restore them to full health without the comforts of a bed or basic convenience of a campsite.
Tarble on the other hand, looked like a piece of clothing that had been given the washboard treatment, twisted and squeezed before getting flattened by a wringer, then left out to dry. One would have expected him to be fine, taking into consideration he had a bed to rest in and a full HP, however, like Vegeta’s first ‘experience’ the aftermath could not be remedied quite so easily with rest alone. Instead, 2 – 3 days of rest, healing or the use of a herb / salve was needed; the priest class had its perks at times.
Overall, it was an unimpressive sight to behold; first thing in the morning no less. What the hell transpired last night after dinner?
Vegeta eyed Goku and Turles first. Hn! Only an idiot would assume those bruises were love bites, those two were like children; they should not be left alone, unsupervised for long periods of time. As for Tarble… Vegeta had nothing to go on.
Vegeta’s eyebrows twitched with each passing moment, growing more irritable as the false façade of quietude continued, someone had better explain and soon. No one wanted to be the first to break the silence, contented to pretend nothing was the matter, no matter how obvious it was otherwise.
“What. Happened?” Vegeta asked ‘gently’, unable to keep his silence anymore. Directing that question more towards Goku and Turles, his teeth gritted as he stressed out the two simple words; giving the impression that he was keeping his jaw shut, more so for their sakes or he might just bite through flesh and bones.
That question brought about different reactions from the breakfast table.
Goku and Turles were the first to react.
Goku swallowed a mouthful of unchewed food, attempting to wash it down with a jug of juice, finishing almost half the jug before it was rudely pilfered by Turles.
Turles, as his usual practice preferred using his hands to the utensil provided during mealtimes, in his surprise he took too big a mouthful, biting down hard on both food and hand.
(Turles HP – 149, 3336/5200)
“OW!” Turles jumped out of his chair, frantically blowing air on his bitten hand, flinging it in all directions. It stung, throbbing with pain despite his best efforts to lessen the discomfort until he finally snatched the half-filled jug from Goku’s hand and proceeded to submerge that same limb into the cool liquid. “Ahh….”
“Hey!” Goku protested but did not attempt to retrieve the jug; not after what went into it, he can have the whole thing.
No. 17 forced back the smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he regarded those two across the table; just those two were enough to dominate everyone’s attention. And Tarble… too bad everyone else missed his reaction; he hadn’t.
He smirked as he watched Tarble urgently peeled off the piece of bread from his face, cleaning off traces of the red berry jam across his nose; his cheeks coloured with embarrassment.
“Well?” Vegeta tapped his index finger on the table, his eyes scanning his 3 flustered members; he had given them a total of 30 seconds for their exaggerated drama, just barely enough time to consolidate stories, excuses and lies.
“Ah…” Tarble stammered, blushing as all eyes turned to him expectedly. “It’s nothing really… it’s just… body aches”
“And why the body aches?” Vegeta raised a brow; he could have sworn Tarble was fine yesterday. With that thought in mind, he turned to look at Goku. He was the last person to see Tarble yesterday; in his room… what could have happened…
Goku knew what was on Vegeta’s mind. His mind came to a blank, his soul threatened to flee his body; what should he say to Vegeta… what would he think if he knew… Despite the moisture he swallowed earlier, his throat now felt dry, he opened his mouth slightly and closed it, unsure what to say.
“I went herb gathering yesterday… and made some salve… there was a lot of grinding… I was already aching yesterday… today… it just… intensified?” Tarble answered softly, hoping it was enough to detour Vegeta’s suspicion; saving Goku and himself from telling more.
Goku closed his mouth and gave a furtive glance towards Tarble, shifting his glance towards Vegeta until he remembered… there was another individual who knew the truth.
To Goku’s relief and surprise, Turles stayed silent, sitting quietly in his seat with his hand still in the jug. Turles took notice of the perturbed expression on Goku’s face and shrugged; they’ve already spoken on this matter yesterday, there was no need to comment further.
…
Vegeta had his doubts, but then again Tarble had not given him any reason to suspect his claims thus far and the guy had indeed made salves yesterday. He nodded, accepting the mage’s reason half-heartedly and turned to the twin clowns. He did not say a word, just raised a brow; the question loud and clear.
“We fought a monster”
“We rolled down a slope”
They replied too quickly; their mouths hang open slightly when they realised they’ve given different answers.
“What?” the two answers overlapped, making it difficult for Vegeta to catch their words. They hastily amended their first draft to suit the other’s version.
“We fell down a slope…”
“There was a monster so…”
Shit… Goku and Turles gave each other a strained look, each with the same question in their eyes; why didn’t you stick to your tale!
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose, calming his impending explosion. Did those two take him for a fool; giving him two pieces of bread and a slice of ham and not expect him to make a sandwich.
“Need more time to fabricate a lie?” Vegeta glared.
“Goku what happened” Vegeta aimed at his friend first; the bad liar.
“Ah…” Goku began to sweat from Vegeta’s scrutiny.
“It’s really no big deal, Vegeta… can we drop it… please?” Goku felt a pair of deadly rays in his direction; guess that means no…
“We were… sparring” Goku tried to end it right there.
Vegeta drummed a few fingers on the table.
“ah… and…” Goku swallowed as he felt the pressure from Vegeta; the level of intimidation coming from Vegeta, a priest no less. He had already taken his fair share of pain yesterday, No. 17 punched him, Tarble scratched him, Vegeta bit him and Turles covered in him in purple and black bruises; he did not need a new injury so early in the morning.
“We encountered a monster” Turles quickly chipped in, putting the jug of juice back on the table; the same one he soaked his hand in.
The two melees could deal with a lot of things, danger, monsters, enemies and each other… but they could not, dare not deal with an angry Vegeta; no matter how much HP they had, it would never be enough! Helping Goku in turn meant helping himself, les he be implicated as well, considering he was the one who instigated the whole thing.
“Remember that Assassin cock I told you about? We encountered a pair… a cock and a hen” Turles dished out something on the spot.
“So it’s a monster or monsters?” Vegeta cross examined the previous statement and current.
“Ah… It was a hen earlier… then the male showed up too. You know how the hens are able to turn flesh to stone so we had to close our eyes, but the male kept kicking and scratching at us. We made a run for it, couldn’t see where we were going and there’s that slope. They didn’t follow us after” Turles created a colourful story, using it to explain the cuts and bruises on their bodies.
“What a strong chicken lizard” Vegeta remarked sarcastically.
“We would have handled it better if there wasn’t a hen. That’s pretty much just what happened. Right Goku?” Turles gave Goku a quick glance.
“Ah… huh…” Goku managed between his teeth; why did he have to ask me…
“For two guys who ran blindly, you both managed to come across the same slope and go tumbling down it like Jack and Jill. Why didn’t you two return to the outpost earlier then?”
“Oh come on Vegeta… we were hurt and our health was low. We had to rest awhile” Goku explained, this part was true allowing him to say it without the need to lie.
“Then that slope wasn’t exactly easy to climb and it was dark” Turles quickly made an excuse.
“Or maybe that slope wasn’t exactly there either” Vegeta countered.
As expected no answer followed, only a silly grin and a strain laughter accompanied by a synchronize shrug.
“Who’s Jack and Jill?” someone asked.
“Forget it!” Vegeta dropped the conversation. Not in the least bit bothered to call their bluff anymore; pushing them to admit the truth would not result in any gain anyway. It would only serve to irritate him further. The stammering, the inconsistencies, the panic and their messy cover ups; those two were practically burying a chest of treasure with a signboard above it that read ‘no treasure here’.
“Sharpner and the rest should be here soon, allowing such a display could have a negative impact on morale” No. 17 decided to help them along. As amusing as their screwed up faces were, the fight ahead took priority.
Vegeta could not agree more. Fighter, rogue and mage looked towards Vegeta with the same idea in mind.
“Heal please” the request came out in harmony, making Vegeta groan his displeasure as he complied, casting a healing spell on the party.
(Rejuvenate cast. Party HP recovery +60%, Neutralise, +5% HP regen)
“The first step is risky but very crucial” Sharpner made several gestures on the map on the large table as everyone gathered closer.
“Here, here, here and here… this is where your allies come in, you’ll need them to hold the battle field, the longer the better. If they can drag out the time as much as possible, you should have lesser problems when you infiltrate the place” Sharpner explained, using his previous experience to cast some light onto their strategy.
“I will take the role of guide from there” no one objected as No. 17 took up that role. As a former knight he knew the interior of the castle better than anyone else.
“Sharpner, you said our allies had to drag the time. What did you mean? Isn’t it better to end the battle as soon as possible” Goku asked, mirroring Vegeta’s curiosity.
“Not in this case. The more time the army outside the castle drag, the more likely the number of soldiers within the walls would decrease. In order words, the enemies you guys encounter will be lessened because they had to send men out to deal with your ‘war assets’. That’s the reason why I failed before and why it’s crucial. As for the king, I don’t have any advice or strategy other than the usual last boss fights… with the headgear he won’t be easy to defeat”
“I know, but I’m still going. There’s really no other way around it, right? I don’t want to be trapped or frozen in this game and I don’t want to remain in a coma back home either” Goku looked at Vegeta, who shared the same notion.
“I didn’t come this far just to quit” Vegeta was about to cross his arms when he felt a gentle tug at his fingers, he knew who those fingers belonged to.
“Don’t even think about ditching me” Turles remained cool on the surface as he gently held Vegeta’s hand, squeezing it gently before releasing it.
“I’m going too. Everyone believed in me, I won’t let anyone down” Tarble clenched his fists, determination won over fear.
“Everyone has spoken their piece. It’s only fair for me to speak as well. I’m no longer in a position to remain neutral in this endeavour, that being the case I will say what I’ve said before. I choose the side I feel is most justified. You have my word, on my honour that I will not forsake you”
“What about our allies then? Someone has to take command on the battle field”
“I’ll take charge of your army while you storm the castle” Sharpner offered. “Just make sure you win, got it?”
(Party has gained Party bonus)
(Party gained a +10 bonus to Str, Def & Cha)
“Thank you, everyone” Goku viewed his party members; they were the ones that always had his back and he would not trade them for anyone else.
Just as they were about to adjourn, a scout came in bearing a message. He handed it to No. 17, leaving the tent immediately after.
“It’s from the captain. Knights are all in position, we can start anytime” No. 17 informed the others, bringing the note above a candle; burning it.
“Summon your allies whenever you’re ready to march and tie up any loose ends before that. Once we do this, there’s no stopping, no turning back” Sharpner cautioned the party, reminding them to make final preparations if there were any.
“We’ll rest today, tomorrow we’ll pay that bastard a long due visit” Vegeta decided with no objections.
“Then let’s adjourn, do whatever last minute checks and whatnots then rest up” Sharnper took up the jug and began filling 6 glasses with juice.
“Here’s to us, that we’d be successful in our quest to assault the castle tomorrow and to victory!”
“TO VICTORY!”
They raised the 6 glasses and down the liquid in one gulp.
“I’ll see you guys later” Sharnper left the tent.
A few seconds later…
“Wait… that jug, isn’t that…” Goku asked as he pointed at the familiar jug.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Everyone in the tent jumped out of their skins at the outburst.
Sharpner turned his head at Vegeta’s sudden outburst, but decided not to investigate; Vegeta’s temper was legendary. And as they say, ignorance is bliss; what he didn’t know won’t hurt him.
To be continued ~
Almost a year since I updated huh? So sorry, real life and another fic got in the way, mostly real life.
There'll be at least 3 more chapters before this story ends.
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