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When Hell Breaks Lose...	By : PrinceJiita Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 – Family Reunion

“Goten, hurry up, I don’t plan to wait for you all day!” Trunks stopped in mid-air, looking at the small figure following him in the distance.

“But Trunks, they were giving away free cookies! Look, I brought you some!” Son Goten held out three large chocolate chip cookies to his best friend. Trunks chuckled and took one. “You really are still a kid, Goten.”

Goten pouted. “I am a kid, and you act so grown up, still, you took a cookie!”

Trunks looked down at the radar in his other hand. “I think we are getting closer now. These are the Spinach Wastes.”

“Oh, my brother told me about this place. This is where the first Saiyajin landed, the one that took Gohan away!” Goten sounded very excited. It was a rare occasion that he knew about something Trunks didn’t.

“Yeah, so Jun was right after all when he said that all places must have a certain connection to your dad.” Trunks eyes were scanning the area, searching for any sign of the small orange ball they were searching for.

“Trunks! TRUNKS! LOOK OVER THERE!” Goten suddenly shouted out, pointing wildly to an orange speck in the middle of a bright green meadow.

“Goten, if this is only some stupid flower, I’ll make you eat it!”

Together they shot down, landing with a soft thud in the grass. Goten ran to the spot and knelt down. Right in front of him was the gleaming 3-Star Dragon Ball. Trunks stood next to him and smiled.

“Well done, Goten. I bet we are the first ones to return with a dragon ball. To think that is was lying around here, waiting for us. And nobody is around, too.”

Suddenly a shadow from behind them fell on the dragon ball. “Are you two runts quite sure of that?”

Goten and Trunks whirled around, trying to see who had spoken to them. At first they could only see something gleaming in the sunlight, almost blinding them. Then Trunks narrowed his eyes. “Frie.....Frieza?”

The man rolled his eyes. “Why does everybody always mistake me for my brother? No, I am not Frieza. I am Cooler.”

Goten looked at Trunks, confusion making him look even more like his father. “Did he just say that he is cooler than Frieza?”

“Baka, I think that is his name.”

“What kind of a name would that be? No, I’m sure he thinks he is cooler than Frieza.”

“But Frieza wasn’t cool in the first place!”

Cooler looked taken aback at the question for a moment, then he tapped his foot impatiently. “Once you two are done, would you be so kind to hand over the dragon ball, like two good kids?”

“The dragon ball? To you? Listen, Cooler, Heater, whatever. We won’t give you this ball, and we are no good kids.” Trunks put his fists to his side and tried to look impressive.

“But, Trunks, I am a good kid, says my daddy.” Goten held the dragon ball in his hands and looked from his best friend to the shining creature towering them.

“Alright, if you don’t want to hand it over, I’ll just take it from you.” Cooler reached out and grabbed Goten by the shirt, lifting him off the ground. Goten clutched the ball to his chest, protecting it with his arms. “You won’t get that!”

“He is right, you won’t!” Trunks was up in the air, his foot hitting the side of Cooler’s head hard. Cooler losened his grip on Goten and the small Demi-Saiyajin broke free.

For a while both children tried to attack the strange creature, blocking his punches and kicks in return. Goten landed on one side of Cooler, and Trunks on the other, both Super Saiyajin already and both panting hard. Cooler hadn’t even begun to sweat.

“This won’t work, Goten. We have to try something else. Remember what my father taught us?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright, let’s do it!” Trunks spread his arms to the side of his body, gathering up his energy.

“Big Tree Cannon!”

“KAMEKAME-HAAA!”

The beams from both Super Saiyajin met up in the middle, where seconds before Cooler had been standing with an arrogant smile. When the kids finished the attack, both fell to the ground, sitting there, looking at the crater and the two smoking feet that were all that was left of Cooler.

“Wow, Dad was right. When the energies meet, it is bad to be caught in the middle.”

“Yea, and that Cooler-than-Frieza is gone now.” Goten took the dragon ball from his pocket and smiled. “And nobody will take this from us, because we are super-powerfull!”

“Are you sure about that?”

The boys jumped to their feet, looking around in disbelief. They were surrounded. Surrounded by Coolers. Lots of them. One had been bad, but all those?

“What are we going to do, Trunks?”

“I have no idea, Goten. I’m too tired to fight anymore, not to mention so many of them.”

“Oh, what you do now is rather easy, little brat. You die.”

The Coolers started to draw closer, making the circle around the two demis tighten more and more. One of them reached out a horrible gleaming hand. Goten closed his eyes and pressed them shut tightly, awaiting the inevitable.

“Don’t you dare to touch my grandson!”

“Right, you would very much regret it.”

The Coolers looked around and so did the two boys. A few feet away, up a small hill stood three figures. One was very tall, broad, with a long black mane down to his knees. The other two looked almost exactly like Goku, only one of them was a bit broader in build and had darker skin, the other had a scar in his face and wore a red bandana around his head.

“Who are they?” Trunks whispered to Goten.

“I have no idea who they are. But they look like my dad.”

“Who the hell are you, you idiots?” asked Cooler.

“We are the boy’s family. And your doom. Trunks, we will finish them off, you fly as fast as you can and get Kakarot here. Goten, hold onto that dragon ball, no matter what happens.” The Saiyajin with the bandana took up his fighting pose, so did the two others. The Coolers smiled coldly and advanced. Trunks shot into the air.

Goten, still clutching the dragon ball, crawled behind a rock and took shelter there. He heard bangs and blasts, occasionally a body came flying past him as the Saiyajin fought the enemies with all their might. After a while he peeked his head over the rock to watch. What he saw didn’t look too good.

All three Saiyajin were standing together, back to back, bleeding and exhausted, surrounded by sheer countless enemies.

“We have no other choice. These are desperate times, they call for desperate measures.” The man with the bandana looked grimly at his foes. The other two nodded. Goten’s eyes widened. There was a mighty roar ringing out across the land and then there was silence.

All three had ascended to Super Saiyajin at once. Three huge energy domes had formed around them, blasting the enemies into pieces. Not one was left standing. The three Super Saiyajin smiled at each other.

The long haired one walked over to Goten and picked him up into his arms. “He looks just like Kakarot when he was that age.” The one with the bandana smiled and nodded.

The third man smiled as well and rested one of his hands on his own hip. “Yeah, he looks pretty much like him.” He bend forward and flicked one of Goten’s strands of hair with his finger. The boy giggled, the dragon ball still in his hands.

“What’s going on here?” Son Goku had just appeared out of nowhere, right behind the group. He was in his Super Saiyajin form, looking ready for battle. When he saw the others he frowned.

“Put my son down, Raditz. Right now.” His voice was low and threatening. Goten’s eyes widened and he grabbed a strand of Raditz’ golden hair, confused and a bit scared. Why was daddy angry with the stranger who had saved him?

“Calm down, Kakarot, I’m not going to hurt my nephew. Even I can learn from past mistakes.” Raditz’ voice was calm, but his muscles tensed.

“He’s right, Kakarot. We didn’t come to hurt anybody. What did the brat tell you was going on?” asked the darker Saiyajin, who looked so remarkably like Goku.

“Trunks came and told me the boys were under attack and that I should hurry to come here. Did you three attack them?” Goku’s body was now glowing, showing his tremendous power.

“You gotta be shittin’ me. That’s supposed to be Kakarot?” The man with the bandana turned around and looked at him, his eyes stern, searching for something. “You are an idiot if you think we first attack the kids and then cuddle ‘em up. You got shit for brains?”

Goku took a step back. He knew that man. He had never seen him in person, but in visions. The man had not been Super Saiyajin back then, but it was him, Goku was sure.

“Daddy, they didn’t hurt me, they saved Trunks and me! They killed all the refridgerators!”

“They killed what?” Goku looked stunned.

“He means Cooler. There were many of him.” Raditz smiled at his younger brother. Goku shook his head and laughed.

“Alright, so far so good. Now explain why you guys are here.”

“To support the family.” The man with the bandana smiled at Goku. “I think by now you realized who I am, son?”

“You are Bardock, the one that tried to stop Frieza. You are....my father.” Goku had to swallow hard. He had never met his father before and it was a rather emotional moment.

“Yes. When hell opened and all the shit popped out we decided to follow them. We thought you could need some help.” Bardock nodded.

“And we got a lot better, even in hell.” Raditz laughed.

“You look a lot like me when I’m Super Saiyajin 3, you know that, Raditz?”

“Yup, Turles already told me that in this form I win the look-alike contest.” Raditz chuckled, still carrying Goten on his arm as he approached his brother. “See, when we came to Otherworld....we realized that we had been wrong.”

“Realized? We got our asses handed to us by the old man! Bardock was fucking furious about the stunts the two of us pulled.” Turles told Raditz.

“You two are idiots with shit for brains. Really, great sons. One is a fruit addicted pirate and one is Frieza’s low class dog.” Bardock grunted.

“See, that is what we got for a welcome.” Turles nodded to Goku. Goku couldn’t hold back. He burst into laughter. Turles and Raditz both had been fearsome enemies when he fought them, and now, seeing both his brothers being told off like that by their father was just too much for him.

“I think we should hurry now. Grandson, give your father the dragon ball so he can close the gap in hell.” Bardock smiled at Goten. Goten held out his hand to Goku who took the orange sphere from it.

“What do I do now? How do I close the gap?”

“You just did, bro. You only need to have the ball in your hand without anybody trying to get it from you. If you can say ‘This is mine’ the hole closes.” Raditz looked at Goku with a strange expression on his face. “So, what do we do now?”

“We will go back to Dende’s Lookout. I want you to meet the others. Just hold on to me for a moment.”

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“Holy shit, Goku, you scared me! Do you always have to.....WAH!!!” Kuririn jumped back as he saw the other Saiyajin, now all again in their normal form, next to his best friend. “Wha...wha...what are they doing here? They are evil!”

“They are my family, Kuririn.” Goku began to explain, when Bardock suddenly moved from his side.

“Excuse me, there is something important I have to do.” With those words he nodded to his sons and started to walk. Raditz put Goten down to the ground and followed his father, along with Turles. None of them said another word.

Everybody watched the three Saiyajin as they made their way over to the place Vegeta was leaning up against a tree in the courtyard. Kuririn held his breath, expecting the worst. Goku felt his energy rising as his tail swished from side to side.

Bardock stopped right in front of Vegeta, who looked at him with narrowed eyes and tensed muscles, outwardly appearing cold and relaxed, but inwardly ready to defend himself. Bardock looked at Vegeta for a second, then he first lowered his gaze, before he dropped down to one knee. And so did Raditz and Turles.

“My prince, I came to you to swear my allegiance to the Prince of All Saiyajin.”

All but Vegeta stared at the scene, Yamcha’s mouth hanging open. They had expected an argument or a fight, but not that. So Vegeta really was a prince, after all.

Vegeta’s eyes met those of Goku for a split second before he moved. He stood right in front of his subjects, looking all dignified, and, in Goku’s eyes, really royal as he spoke.

“I allow you to get up, warrior. I’m glad you made that decision. I welcome it.”

“Does that mean they will fight alongside us now?” Kuririn whispered to Goku.

“No, it means they will fight when HE orders them to. So you better start treating him well, if you want them to help us out.” Goku whispered back, and Kuririn thought he heard a slight hiss in Goku’s voice.

“You three should get some rest. After what I’ve heard you had a hard fight today. I want you to be refreshed when I need you.” Vegeta turned away from the group and walked inside. A few minutes later Goku followed him unnoticed.

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“You happy?”

Vegeta turned around when he heard Goku’s voice. He was still smilling, not even trying to hide it.

“Yes. I’m glad we aren’t the only saiyan warriors anymore.”

“I thought so. And I have the feeling we can trust them.” Goku smiled back at Vegeta. It was nice to see his prince happy and relaxed for once.

“You and your naive feelings” said Vegeta in a mocking voice. He was standing rather close to Goku now, he could feel the energy reeling off the other man. Goku’s tail slightly touched his own next to them, coiling around it.

“Goku, Goku come quickly! Gohan and Piccolo are back and you won’t believe who is with them!” Kuririn burst through the door. Goku and Vegeta looked at him, Goku with a confused expression on his face, Vegeta with a growl. Hidden by their bodies their tails uncoiled.

“Alright, let’s go and have a look.”

TBC

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