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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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“The enemies have shown themselves!”

“Enemies have arrived in the North!”

“Enemies were spotted in the South!”

“A large army’s heading towards the castle!”

Reports kept pouring in, sending the King’s army in a temporary state of disarray. Their arrival was expected, the multitude not so. Neither had they anticipated them capable of any sort of battle formation. The acting commander shouted out his instructions, ordering the army to march out and engage in battle. An army of this size might not necessarily be enough to bring down the strong walls of a castle but they could still do irreversible damage.

Their enemies were not children playing a game of war. The commander came to this conclusion when the reports came in; they were not rushing into battle blindly. The main horde of the enemy’s army was visible from the castle front but patrol guards had also returned with news of enemies sighted towards the North and South; a diversion tactic or a distraction tactic, both of which were unfavourable.

He had a call to make, divide the army’s strength to deal with the enemies at three different locations before they reached the castle or pull in that strength and fight it out at the castle, risking the possibility of being surrounded. In the end, he chose to take the battle outside; taking the majority of the soldiers with him while leaving a certain number of men to protect the fort.

It was the desired outcome Sharpner had hoped for.

…

“They’re gone” Tarble peeked from one of the bushes outside the castle walls.

“Let’s get inside then” Goku looked towards No. 17, earning a nod from the latter.

A whistle from No. 17 and the portcullis was raised enough for the party to enter.

“Be quick” he led everyone in before they drew the remaining guards’ attention. No. 17 exhaled a soft sigh; to think he had lived to see the day he would play a part in bringing down the man he swore to serve, regardless, his mind had been made.

“That’s where we’re heading. The Keep, the highest floor is where the King residues.” No. 17 pointed towards a tall tower at the back, avoiding detection as they crouched behind various objects and boxes stacked along the moats.

“There’s a small opening that leads to the underground dungeon, the bars are weak enough for us to break through” No. 17 pointed to the location… across the courtyard.

Everyone’s shoulders fell, lightly groaning as they did.

“How are we going to get there?” Tarble asked, having taken into account the wide open space courtyard in front of them in addition to the many pairs of eyes surveying the area; avoiding detection would be difficult, evading a potential battle would be near impossible.

“We can’t fight here” Goku gave his opinion. He pointed out the fact that while most of the able bodied men were fighting outside, they should not underestimate the remaining forces here nor should they ignore the civilians; they did not want to be chased with pitchforks, shovels… brooms, etc.

“And just how are we going to get to that side without getting noticed? I can use vanish but I can’t take anyone else with me” Turles snorted, slightly annoyed at his skill’s limitation.

“My speed isn’t a problem if it were just me, but… with this many of us...” No. 17 was also stuck.

“Wait… the objective is to get to the dungeons right? Then… why don’t we just let ourselves get caught?” Tarble asked.

“Too many people know my face, but they won’t recognise you lot. Do what you must. We will meet up in the dungeon” No. 17 moved away from the party.

“So... what kind of drama should the four of us we play out?” Goku asked first.

“Three of us” Vegeta stated as he gave his wooden staff to Turles, relieving Goku and Tarble of their weapons before shoving them to him as well, along with their bags of potions and enhancing equipments. “You keep these for us and make yourself invisible”

(Vanish Initiated, success)

Turles did as ‘ordered’ only because he knew better than to argue when Vegeta had made up his mind.

“As for you two-” Vegeta continued, cracking his knuckles. “Make it convincing”

“Eh!?”

Alright…

Turles followed the guards silently as they hauled his friends to the dungeons. For once he was glad to be excluded from all that, even he had to feel sorry for Goku.

Vegeta had not been stingy in his effort to create a scene, spiting insults at Goku before lunging at him with his fists; convincing bystanders that this was a case of a scorned ex-lover, jealous over his ex-lover’s new love interest. It seemed to have worked as no one dared intervene; Vegeta must have maxed out his renegade points by this point, if he hadn't already.

Naturally, Tarble just had to be there and look worried, which he likely was without a need for any sort of pretence. The public disturbance was more than enough for the guards to take action, however, due to the current situation outside the gates there would not be a trial. That being the case, they came dangerously close to having their own necks put to the guards’ sword; if it came to that they would naturally have to drop the act and fight, even Turles would be forced to engage in battle. Thankfully by some miracle Tarble was able to stay the guard’s hand, speaking on behalf of his ‘two lovers’, his piteous eyes pleading with such earnest that only a heartless being would be immune to such a sight.

Fine, they escaped the death sentence but they would not be spared the penalty. The next thing to do was to throw the lot of them into the dungeon; in separate cells to await sentence.

“Goku, are you alright?” Tarble asked worriedly.

“I’m alright, don’t worry about it” Goku smiled at him reassuringly, giving him a thumbs up for his outstanding performance as well.

No. 17 was already waiting for them in the dungeon, proceeding to unlock the gates the moment the coast was clear, even he was alarmed at the injures Goku sustained; Goku waved it off with a smile. He was about to offer a potion when Vegeta came into their view.

“Save it” Vegeta blocked No. 17 and came before Goku, he snorted at the bruises. “I missed a spot. Whatever” he reached out, resting a hand on Goku’s face.

(Goku HP recovery +40%, HP + 2560, 6400/6400)

“Thanks Vegeta” he let out a sigh; that felt so much better.

“Here” Turles dropped his vanish ability, returning everyone’s equipments. “This place reeks of death. Can we go now?”

Once you smelled a rotting corpse, you would never be able to forget that smell… mixed with traces of dried blood, tears… other bodily fluids and waste; this place reeked of death and despair.

No one mentioned this earlier but now that Turles brought it up, the telltale stench was unmistakeable. No. 17 knew exactly why, the features on his face hardened.

“The way out’s that way, let us go before the guards come” No. 17 hurried them along, in hope that they would not see what he had seen; of corpses in various stages of decomposition and skeletons stripped of flesh, faces frozen in agony in their final moments. The fate of all youths should a traveller enter this world. The discovery sickened No. 17, further strengthening his resolve to see to it that the madness end; taking a small measure of consolation that his decision to release the captured youths from the village of beginnings had been the right choice, if he had not done so, he would not have been able to forgive himself.

He felt a hand rest against his shoulder, making him turn in surprising then relaxed again when he realised it was Goku; his eyes asking him a simple question ‘are you alright?’

He nodded and Goku gave that shoulder a light pat and carried on towards the others in front. No. 17 took a few seconds longer, his eyes on Goku’s back as he hurried to catch up with them. He smiled a little regretfully, it was too bad. Their accidental meeting truly had been a fortuitous event, but he did not have the good fortune to be deserving of such a person nor did he wish to load him with his own burdens; the fight ahead of them would be difficult enough without him adding more weight on the other’s shoulders.

He took a deep breath to clear his head then proceeded to the front of the party.

…

Despite the obvious decrease in the number of guards in the keep, all of them were elites; stronger and more intelligent than the usual guards, then to rub salt onto their wounds, the experience points they received for all that work was extremely pathetic. No wonder Sharpner had such a hard time and they had to fight from the ground floor all the way to the top floor; making it no different from clearing out a dungeon, putting more strain on the party in order to conserve the resources on hand.

“We can’t fight every battle” Goku finally brought down another guard.

“Don’t tell us, tell them!” Turles pointed his dagger at the group of men charging towards them.

“Hail Shot!” No. 17’s Hail Shot helped slow them down and paralysed a small fraction of their enemy but even that was not going to be enough.

“Fucking hell” Vegeta cursed when he saw another wave of guards heading towards them.

“There’s so many of them” Tarble began a summon spell for the dire wolves.

“Obey my command!” a familiar voice was heard.

All of a sudden the ground moved, more accurately, the carpet started to shake; throwing everyone off balance. It did not stop there as the entire party were stunned into confusion when that same carpet began a fold in motion, trapping their enemies like a school of fish inside a fishing net. Then like presents in a large Christmas bag, it was tied securely into a tight knot by a man with a large mass of black beard; he wasn’t Santa Claus but Goku was glad to see him all the same.

“Hey, it’s big guy!” Goku could not contain his smile.

“Enchanter!” Tarble’s face lit up at the sight of his mentor; he must have used his animate spell on the carpet.

“Thank goodness, you’re all alright” Zarbon came forward, along with big beard.

the man with the big beard flashed his brightest smile, grabbed Goku in a bear hug and kissed his cheeks; the same warm greeting Goku received when he left the Warrior Village with Tarble.

“Good to see you again, big guy!” Goku patted the guy’s shoulder, he could not understand what the man said but he managed to make a close guess; only because he really did not want to enable the terrible translator again.

big beard extended the same ‘warm greeting’ towards the other party members, much to their bewilderment; with the exception of Tarble who found himself in his mentor’s embrace.

“I’m elated to see you all well, but I’m afraid there are more pressing matters at hand” the words barely left Zarbon’s lips when another wave of elites came rushing in. “Proceed forward, we will hold off the enemies”

“Thank you both. We’ll go now, stay safe” Goku expressed his thanks on everyone’s behalf before the party exited the area with haste.

Zarbon spoke as he faced their foes.

, vanima er. Megriamin linduva yassen templalle!> big beard stood alongside Zarbon, his sword ready.

Zarbon frowned, slightly annoyed when his cheeks heated up for some reason.

The moment did not last long as both fighter and wizard took up arms once again.

“Acid Storm!”

<Sana sina!!>

…

“How much further?!”

“We’re close!” No. 17 answered, looking straight ahead; the keep was huge, 7 storeys high, wide space, every corner and every room were near identical, making it very easy to lose one’s bearings.

No. 17 came to a sudden halt just as he reached the next storey. In front of them was a man Goku, Vegeta and No. 17 recognised; the tavern owner from the first village and beside him was a medium size crate.

“You’re… you’re that owner. But how did you get here?” the question was on everyone’s mind. It was incredible enough with big beard and Zarbon’s arrival, but the presence of this man who did not seem capable of putting up a fight was incomprehensible.

The man smiled kindly.

“I brought these” he opened the crate. Inside it were bottles of HP and MP potions, salves, herbs and arrows; exactly what they needed, a replenish supply station.

“Take these and good luck. Return safely, all of you” the man spoke in a clear voice, taking in the faces of the party. His eyes paused a couple of seconds longer on No. 17, accompanied with a nod that was almost unnoticeable; a look that seemed to say, yes you as well… and that simple action helped alleviate a portion of the self-reproach No. 17 felt before.

Having done his part and said his piece, he left via the stairs before the party could speak, let alone ask questions. The gang approached the opened crate, replenished their HP and MP then filled up their inventories.

…

“This is it” No. 17 stopped before a huge door; the door to the king’s chambers.

Behind that door was what started all of this; the one responsible for the whole chain of events that had led up to this and the reason why so many were willing to put their own lives on the line. The people fighting outside the castle walls, their allies, their friends who cleared the path before them, who believed in them, entrusted their hopes and wills to them.

It was time for them to end it.

Goku took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the door before him as his hand touched the hilt of his sword. His sword vibrated aggressively, the strongest it ever had; was it a clear sign of danger or was his sword also scared. Vegeta stepped up beside him, followed by Turles, Tarble and No. 17.

Unexpectedly, a slow creak was heard. The doors opened slowly, as if the owner within had been expecting them and was inviting them in. Everyone stood still as the doors were finally opened to them.

“Everyone. Let’s do it” Goku drew his sword and the others followed suit.

Let the final battle begin.

To be continued ~

Lye omenta au, mellon = We meet again, friend

Mae govannen. Mellon en mellonamin. = Well met. Friend of my friend.

Ohtar, a’ dagor = Warrior, to battle

Tula, vanima er = Come, beautiful one

Megriamin linduva yassen templalle = My sword shall sing with your magic

Dina = Be silent

Sana sina = Take this
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