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The end of the Universe	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

          Vegeta sniffed the air, the scent of decay and death hung in the clouded atmosphere; the city was dreary and depressing, no busting life, hardly and movements other than the oppressors and warriors. It strongly reminded him of the older days where he would be the oppressor, no, he was a death dealer, bringing nothing but fire and destruction. Who would have thought or even believed he would be on the opposite side of the fight; the struggling survivor.

            He listened to the sounds of sirens wail on the other end of the ruined city; his lullaby at night. The heavy steps of Gozen took his attention, with a nod he knew it was almost time; the howl of the buzzer would soon be heard, and then it was time. Would this be the fight he wouldn’t make it? Was this his turn to perish by mortal made heathen weapons? How could one not think of these things given the dire situation? He scolded himself, he needed to be strong; Saiyan.

            “Everyone is where they need to be, are you ready to die Saiyan?” Gozen chuckled; the thought of battle made his blood pump with wildness, his races bloodlust rivalled and perhaps nearly more-so then the Saiyans.

            Vegeta snarled, he be damned if he gave any sort of comradely to the male, instead, he kept his eyes locked forward. He could feel fluttering in the bowls of his gut, something he hadn’t experienced since he was a boy working under the planet trade, anxiety and with a tinge of fear; his scowl deepened; the taste bitter.

            The only thing keeping him steady was the giant behind him, Nappa, he mustn’t show any sort of outward fear, had to be cold as stone, and emotionless. Nappa fed off of his ‘courage’, needing it, so he may continue on, without him Nappa would perish; and oddly enough Nappa was the one keeping him together, they both mentally leaned on one another. Vegeta nearly smiled thinking about such a foolish idea. The buzzing filled the air, making him hold his breath; the time was now.

            Vegeta cocked the automatic, switching off the safety, his pistols ready for blood strapped to his side, the sounds of clicking was distracting, but he refused to take his eyes from the enemy before him. The first powerful shot from the snipers rang into his ears, making him nearly jump; he watched. Head shot, right in between the eyes, must’ve hurt. The enemy clumped together, just as he predicted. Another shot, another down; perfect aim.

            They waited until the very last one took their shot, and Vegeta nearly cringed, that sniper was malicious, he shot his target in the dead set middle of his throat, that sniper wanted the enemy to live long enough to bleed out. Nappa had done his part, throwing the plasma grenade in the very middle of the tight-net group; he had to give it to Nappa, he had quite a precise aim.

            Gozen was the first up, and he followed just behind. With a shout he did his command forward, and a little ammo advice. “Check your shots, conserve ammo, ensure you aim to kill!” Vegeta heard the reply, a simple cheer that was all that was needed. He moved forward, eye locked on his sight, going for all head-shots, they didn’t have the ability to make minor mistakes. The enemy didn’t have much time to prepare themselves, dozens fell without a fight, unfortunately the men manning the torrents wasn’t so scrambled. Vegeta ducked for cover in time before the thick bullets of the torrents tore through him; he cussed under his breath, of course they would go the leaders. He swiftly looked over the boulder searching for Gozen, spotting him with his back against his own boulder.

            Vegeta pulled the scouter from his jacket, holding the device awkwardly against his ear, buzzing Gozen. He grunted as a grenade rocked the boulder he was pressed against, his free hand taking well aimed shots on the enemy whom dared to get in his line of vision.

            “What the fuck do you want monkey? I am kind of busy here!” Gozen growled.

            “No, really? I thought we could discuss color pallets for my room, you fucking asshole!” Vegeta snarled back. “I am fucking warning you, you big shit! They know the generals of the rebellion! And with that info they will do their damnest to kill us, because if we are gone they will crush us in no time!”

            “Tell me something I don’t know fuck head!”

            Vegeta shouted into the scouter. “Watch your ass, you’re hot headed! Don’t go running into battle, that is all!”

            “As you can tell, I am!” Gozen pulled the scouter from his ear, laying it beside him, with quick precision he shot, slam back against the boulder, again and again. He grunted; he hated hiding!

            Vegeta snarled, doing the very same, the only thing they can do until the torrents are taken over.

            The dead bodies of oppressor and opposer laid on the ground together, the wounded continued on to fight, taking well aimed shots, ignoring the pain, ignoring death knocking on their door; take a few with them, they will not take the trip to the afterlife alone. A cheer echoed, signalling the torrents had been overturned.

            Vegeta rolled to the left and leapt upward, brushing his shoulder against Gozen, they moved forward, suppressing the enemy, taking them down one by one, thankful those men were awful slow shots, Vegeta flinched as a bullet grazed his shoulder; just a scratch he thought, never stopping his movements towards the building. He smirked as he saw more soldiers coming from the building; the feeling of power gave him a high he needed; he could vaguely hear Frezia’s cold voice, kill them, kill them all!

            Amidst the shouts, rattling of guns, and explosions of grenades going on around them, a sonic boom took them all from the current battle. Vegeta slammed his back against the siding of the building, doing what everyone else was doing; staring up towards the sky.

            A beam of sun shone through a circlet in the greyish black clouds, such a beautiful sight hasn’t been seen in over a year, the sun; warming. In complete awe the men stood, the torrents halted, and in the bright light a dark spot was seen; it was tumbling downward. Vegeta watched like the others transfixed, unlike them, Vegeta could see it was a body; at least he had an advantage with something thanks to Frezia.

            The body came down in an alarming rate, flipping, and sailing. Closer and closer it came, the men below able to make it out the object, a lone man, and they waited. It struck the ground with such a powerful force making the war torn and scorched earth shake. Vegeta’s men moved closer, the enemy stayed behind and Vegeta, well he smirked; the enemy was unguarded. He pulled out a reserved plasma; it was reserved for sacrificial suicide, you never know, one day he might find himself captured and going to be ‘cleaned’, that plasma was meant to be his saviour. He pressed the button, throwing it inside the building, curling in on himself he prepared. The rebellions heard the tell tale fuzz, and hit the dirt, in the mist of their confusion they didn’t noticed the fallen man stand.

            Vegeta was the first to regain his settings; first and foremost he looked into the crumbled doorway, searching for more enemies and survivors to kill. Forgetting entirely of the descended man, he moved to the window where the right torrent was placed, he shouted to the alien in control of the machine of death, letting it know it was him, he cautiously moved into view, and stepped inside. He pulled out a new clip for his weapon, discarding the empty one. He moved around the small building, searching each room, shooting any stragglers, securing it.

            Vegeta sighed and relaxed against a cold wall surface, letting his weapon slip from his hold, they did it, many was lost, but many will live; the building was theirs, food fully stocked and a room full of ammo and newer modeled weaponry. He pulled out a small holder, snapping open the sides; he pulled out two pills, popping them into his mouth he swallowed.

            “It’s getting worse isn’t it?”

            Vegeta locked his eyes unto Aira, with a growl and snarl he snapped at the woman. “That is none of your business woman.” Vegeta frowned, changing the subject in question. “There is no one left here, the building is ours for now. Get them men in here to gather the shit.” Vegeta pushed himself from the wall, squaring his shoulders he passed on by.

            “I tired, but the men are a bit distracted by our newcomer.” Aira chuckled. “Males, so easily distracted.”

            Vegeta moved forward with haste, yes he forgot about the fallen man, apparently from the little whispers in the hallway, the men believe him to be a godsend. He leapt out of the window, and with a mighty bellow he gained the undivided attention of the warriors. His eyes swept over the man whom fell, he was easily picked from any crowd by the strange clothing he wore. “Get the fuck in there now and get the very essential things we fought for!”

            Gozen came up to him, brushing his shoulder. “That’s what we need eh, another fucking monkey.” Vegeta snapped his teeth at his fellow leader. Then he paused; Saiyan?

            Vegeta walked up to the man in question, he looked so very confused, but as he got closer and felt the man’s eyes on him, the fool was smiling, something was shinning in his eyes, which made him feel uncomfortable. “You, what is your name?”

            “Hey Vegeta! You got stuck here too! Why are you wearing those funny looking shades?”

            Vegeta raised a brow, and quickly lifted a corner of his lip. “Who the fuck are you? I never had seen you before!” Why was this imbecile acting as if they are good friends, he never seen this man before.

            “Oh.” He scratched his head, in which to Vegeta was very strange, this man couldn’t be a Saiyan. “I must be in a different dimension then, Bulma warned me about that button! Oh well, she’ll fix it!” He fidgeted, and looked all around himself, looking, well, crazy to Vegeta. Then he finally realized that Vegeta been waiting on him, and he gave a goofy smile. “My name is Goku! But you call me Kakarot, because that’s my Saiyan name.”

            “What. The. Fuck? Are you mad?” Vegeta moved closer, wondering if this man was a lunatic, but then again he did just dropped from the sky, he could be completely brain damaged, raving about dimensions, buttons, and well about him, as if he knew him. Godsend his ass, this man was a lunatic.

And there’s the very first twist, and so much more coming. My most original idea as of yet, never seen a fic with the plot I have… well... plotted lol. I hope this now, grabs your attention ;) Rate and review, you know how I love them, review every damn chapter if you please lol.

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