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Dragonball E	By : Manjoumenyah Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Notes : I do not own Dragonball Z or any characters within, except Jaxom Windrunner and any others who are OC-non-canon types.

Warnings : Yaoi, male/male for those who don’t like it and violence. There will be hints at smut but no detail, implied noncon situations and torture.

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Dragonball E

Chapter 5

By B. Amos

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"I think something happened."

At first he thought it couldn't get any worse but apparently it could. Now Goku wasn't talking to Gohan, Vegeta wasn't talking to Goku, and the young half-saiyajin seemed to be the odd man in the middle. Piccolo rubbed his brow. He stopped and frowned at Turles who was observing the troubled trio. "You think we should say something?"

"Perhaps...Letting it stew isn't going to do anything. Hm, I'll deal with Kakarot, you deal with the boy. There's little point to dealing with the prince. He's the most stubborn mule here." They nodded in agreement before they went over to separate their intended targets for some friendly interrogation. They weren't met with very much resistance, though Vegeta arched a brow at them, curious as to what they were doing. Realizing that he really didn't care what they were up to, he shrugged it off and watched with the other contenders as the fanfare went on.

The Junior Tournament was done with Trunks as the winner and during his match with Mr. Satan, the young man had knocked the bumbling fool out of the ring in one blow. Of course, the walking showboat played it off as his way of being a gentleman to the Junior Champion. Now it was time for the World Tournament to get underway with Raditz and Mr. Satan being the first match. Vegeta snickered. This would be hilarious.

~+~

Raditz frowned, glancing at the rest of the contenders off to the side and saw no sign of anyone save the prince. His good spirits deflated, he wanted them to see him knock more stuffing out of the blowhard in front of him. Then again, with no Kakarot there, he could be a little more brutal than he promised and not be badgered about it till later.

"Our first match of the day, the champion of last year's World Martial Arts Tournament and town hero, Mr. Satan! And his opponent, Raditz!"

Mr. Satan had been greatly worried when he saw Goku and his friends, as he knew he stood little chance against them from what he experienced at the Cell Games. He was grateful for his seemingly good luck, as he'd never seen Raditz with them so he presumed that the larger man was merely just another human fighter. So he gave his adoring fans the peace sign as he boasted. He grinned broadly at the larger fighter, "You're looking at the World Champ, buckaroo! Don't feel bad for losing, look at it this way! You get to kick off this stupendous Tournament with the one and only strongest fighter in the world! Now brace yourself for-"

While Mr. Satan ranted on Raditz walked over to him. The human stopped rambling before he jumped into an offensive stance. The saiyajin arched a brow. Well, he certainly looked like some manner of fighter but if Trunks was able to knock him out so effortlessly then it was likely to be all show. With a swipe of his foot faster than the human could bat an eyelash, he knocked the man flat on his back. Mr. Satan sputtered and flailed before rebounding to his feet. He made a showy, exaggerated jump and his fist connected with the saiyajin's forehead, who merely blinked it off. 'Uh oh! This isn't good!' Mr. Satan jumped back in panic, watching the bigger man watch him. Raditz looked rather bored as he did so.

"That's all there is to it, huh?" The saiyajin smirked and the human gulped, looking petrified.

Raditz tapped his chin. How was he going to finish this? He wanted to hurt the man something fierce, just to punish him for being a failure of a fighter. His nephew however was seeing this human's daughter it seemed. So hurting him would be bad...Right? A light bulb went off in his head and he brightened. No, it would be good! He cracked his knuckles as he started advancing on the human, "Oh, this is going to be fun."

"Wait, wait...Uh, uh, can we talk about this?" Mr. Satan whispered to the other fighter in fright. "I could give you whatever you want if you don't beat me to a bloody pulp!"

"Give me whatever I want? All I need is for your daughter to stay away from my nephew." Raditz rumbled, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn't hear him. Maybe he would spare the fool some pain if his offer was acceptable.

"Is that it?! You let me win this match, and I won't let her date him at all! Heck, he won't even be allowed to talk to her! How about that? That work for you, friend?"

The saiyajin squinted at him. He was just going to push him out of the ring. But throw the fight? It would be less damaging to his pride if he let his nephew sniff around the girl! Deciding that he was bored enough as it was and he had no intention of dealing with these shenanigans any more, he moved forward and kneed the human in the gut, sending him tumbling along the ground like a rolled up furball. "Sorry, but I don't lose fights to flimsy weaklings like you! Much less on purpose! What sort of warrior do you take me for?" He taunted, watching the pathetic man clutch his gut. The crowd was aghast, seeing their champion fall so easily but he wasn't done just yet. He intended to make this scum pay for suggesting such a disgraceful course of action.

"Mr. Satan is down but I don't think he's out! He needs to be on the lookout because it seems Raditz is on the offensive!"

The saiyajin charged, growling as he advanced on Mr. Satan within seconds and took his time giving the thrashing human a good beating. His fists collided with the weaker warrior's stomach and then his face, breaking his nose, resulting in a fresh gush of blood. When Raditz grew especially bored with the sniveling fool, who was hardly putting up a fight. He effortlessly picked him up over his head to toss him out of the ring, watching him land in an unceremonious, twitching heap on the grass. He ignored the uproar, heading back to the contenders box while licking some of the blood from his knuckles. Mr. Satan would live, a lot considerable bruising and thensome for a reminder.

"Ah-I-You-It looks like our previous World Champ has been beaten to a pulp a-and the first match goes to Raditz! Uh...Okay, well, onto match two, the lovely 18 and the almost as lovely Jewel!" The announcer declared while they waited for the fighters to collect themselves and enter the ring.

"Father!" Videl had started to rush out to check on her father. "You-You're a monster!" She whispered after shooting the long haired saiyajin a look of horror, shocked at not only a second loss but such a savage beating. She missed the rude gesture the saiyajin gave her as she reached her father who was being tended to by the medics.

The shorter saiyajin blinked at him, "He say something to piss you off or what?"

"Mm, he wanted me to throw the match to keep his daughter from my nephew. So I beat him." Raditz grinned broadly and he was given an exasperated shake of the head in return. "Honestly, what good saiyajin would agree to that?"

"One that had no dignity. Like Kakarot. Hmph. That's a human for you."

~+~

"Perhaps you are a saiyajin after all...Though I'm sure if I told you to take your son down to show you would be the better sire for the job you'd say-"

"I can't do that to Gohan! Besides I'm married. Are you insane?!"

"Exactly." Turles snorted at his younger nephew. This was such a nuisance. Apparently the prince had shown them that he had some mild interest in the boy and now the jealous instincts of a second attracted sire were flaring. Unfortunately, this was Kakarot, who had little spine when it came to saiyajin ways. He didn't understand what this 'marriage' talk was supposed to mean, it didn't sound like he was 'bonded' per their terms but 'bonded' on some paper by human terms. To Turles, it sounded like humans were more insane than he was. "Well, then have fun watching your son get the prince as his mate. I don't have the time or the patience to deal with your idiocy."

"But-"

"And down goes Jewel! 18 has laid claim to victory here in the second match! Now, Turles and Mighty Mask, get ready and make your way to the ring so round three can begin!"

"See? Right there. No time. Even though from what I heard, this will take five seconds." Turles turned away from Goku who hung his head in defeat and followed him back to the contender's box. His uncle told him to fight his son one on one for dominance but that wasn't how he did things! Besides, he was married to Chi-chi, he shouldn't even be feeling these savage pangs of jealousy. Their talk hadn't served to help him very much but Gohan seemed to be back in focus from his talk with Piccolo, they were already back with the others when they arrived. Piccolo seemed to eye Vegeta disdainfully, who took note of it and returned the glare. Turles grunted and made his way to the ring, taking in the sight of his opponent.

The masked man was long, with a bumpy looking figure. It was strange how short his arms and legs were. Turles arched a brow, finding something quite peculiar about him and he had a growing feeling that this would not be as simple as he first thought.

Once the fight got underway, it was evident it was far from simple. The two went at one another, exchanging and blocking blows on the ground before they took to the air. Turles hissed from a blow to the cheek and returned the favor when he gained the upper hand and smashed the bug down into the stone ring, making a sizable crater. He hovered in the air, waiting and he squinted, seeing the man's body squirm before he bounced out of the ring, startling the announcer. The saiyajin tilted his head before he was joined by his opponent who had changed.

"Mighty Mask is not down for the count yet! What an incredible battle we're seeing here, folks!"

Mighty Mask proceeded to fly circles around him before launching a new attack, the flurry of blows were of a different style and the saiyajin warrior was caught off guard with not only a second punch to the face, but a hard kick to his gut. Turles grunted before letting out a battle cry and fired an energy ball at the other fighter who barely dodged it. The blast went amiss and slammed into the ring below, sending stone flying. The blows flew again and Turles was sent flying down to the ground before he caught himself and flew back into the fray. He managed a second time to send Mighty Mask back down with a blow to his back.

Turles flinched, feeling sore. He blinked after shaking his head, seeing the fighter squirming in that odd way again. The saiyajin grit his teeth, there was no way in hell he was letting him get back up. "Pulse Driver!" He barked, firing a large, purple beam at Mighty Mask. His target was hit, resulting in a fine little explosion before the second lash of power from his special attack caused a second beam to flash from below, sending the singed warrior flying out of the crater in two. Turles frowned, gaping at the spectacle. "That attack has no means to sever an opponent...!"

"Oh my goodness! It seems Mighty Mask has been split in two...! Wait a minute!"

"Ow...! That hurt! What the heck was that?!" The top lump whined, squirming to shed the tattered clothing. It was Trunks.

"Ugh, great uncle Turles is mean..." The bottom lump was Goten, shedding the lower half of the costume.

The large saiyajin touched down and crossed his arms, visibly shocked. That explained why he had such a rough time then! He wondered, had they not been slowed by the clumsy costume, how the fight would have really been. "Good show! You little mongrels tried hoodwink me!" He laughed, thoroughly entertained.

"C'mon!" Trunks and Goten gave each other a nod before they lunged at him, forcing him on guard as they both tried to fight him together. Turles grunted, smirking the whole time. He gave them credit for their sneaky little ploy and extra credit for trying to continue.

"Hey! Hey!" The announcer flailed his arms, "You can't fight as two people! Disqualified! Disqualified!"

The three of them stopped in the middle of the fight and looked at him. Trunks scowled. "Let's get out of here!" His cohort of mischief nodded and the two troublemakers took off. Turles scoffed softly, taking the third match win as he made his way back to the others.

"I can't believe that." Raditz guffawed, "I was wondering why he looked so funny!"

"Indeed." Vegeta smirked, wondering whether Bulma would try and punish their son for sneaking his way into the World Tournament. He didn't blame the boys for trying at least, if he'd had his way, they would have been in it instead of the junior division.

"Made a fine mess of the ring." Piccolo grunted.

"Well, then don't fall in the holes."

"Will the next match be just as epic as that battle royale?! Let's hope so! Next up are Son Goku versus Ba'Tege! Gentlemen, step forward!"

They looked around. They had taken note of the other contestants, even the mystery pair off in the shadows but no one had managed to figure where the fighter Goku had been put against was at. The Earth raised saiyajin stepped out to the ring alone, frowning over his missing competitor.

Turles rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Why does that name seem familiar..."

"The hell is that?" Raditz arched a brow, pointing to a place on the ring a few yards from Goku.

Shadows had started creeping along the cracked stone, forming and condensing together at one focal point before they rose and took shape. Vegeta's brow knit together, that chill coming over him again as he stared at the cloaked figure facing his rival. If there was anything to be seen of the man himself, it was thoroughly shadowed in the black he wore. The tall, high pointed hood hid what his hair and neck looked like and he wore a mask done up to represent a skeleton's face to hide his own. The only thing resembling some manner of human besides his form were the dark, listless eyes glaring at Goku.

The warriors off to the side in the contender's box all looked at each other, all getting the same uneasy feeling. The pair that had stayed off to the side, Shin and Kibito, stepped forward to join them. Piccolo tensed, watching them. The shorter of them looked perplexed, and like someone who was trying to work a riddle. Back on the ring, Goku licked his lips, feeling tense at his opponent's entrance.

"Uh, Ba'Tege, I take it?" The announcer questioned. He was given a lazy nod in answer, so he spun about with an arm in the air as he spoke to the audience, "Let the fourth match proceed!"

Goku shifted into his battle stance, watching his opponent who merely stood there for an extensive bit of time. He shifted, feeling uneasy with being stared down, feeling like the cloaked figure was picking him apart with his eyes. The shadowy man turned his head, looking towards the contender's box. His sight had settled mostly on the three other saiyajins who all tensed back on an instinctual reflex.

"He's really...really giving me the creeps." Raditz grumbled as his uncle proceeded to growl viciously, the threat conveyed by that unblinking stare hard to miss.

"What is he looking at?" 18 frowned.

"Who?" Trunks and Goten poked up out of nowhere, causing the group to jump with collective cries except for Vegeta. The lavender haired boy crossed his arms, looking out at the ring. "Weird..."

"Go dad!" Goten cheered, unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Vegeta swallowed, his face ashen. The nightmares. Had they been warning him of this thing? He could feel the listless eyes practically undressing him and it seemed Goku had gotten the same feeling that was what his opponent was doing. "Hey! I'm over here! Are we going to start this match or are you planning on forfeiting?" Goku challenged, unaware of the frightened look he was receiving from the prince. Piccolo noticed, which raised several alarms for him.

"Hmph. Impatient to die, I take it." The cloaked figure turned back to him, his movement slow and lazy, giving off the feeling that Goku hardly registered as a threat. His head whipped around as the announcer came over to him, who was fidgeting with his sunglasses.

"Hey now! Keep in mind, killing your opponent is strictly against the rules, sir."

Ba'Tege leaned to the side towards the man who twitched away. "I would never agree to such a rule." He rasped, then in one swift, fluid motion, flicked his hand in a wide arc. The unfortunate announcer's head came clean off, flying in the air to land a few feet away from the cloaked man. Blood spurted, drizzling lightly on the folds of the black cloak. The body gave a twitch before Ba'Tege poked it, sending it tumbling backwards onto the stone floor to make an even greater mess. "I guess I'll have to indulge you, Kakarot."

Goku blinked out of the daze he went into when the announcer was killed. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He grit his teeth, fists clenched as his outrage sparked. "Why did you do that?! How could you?!"

"Why did I do it? Because I can. How could I? Well, I can because I don't CARE!!" The shadowy warrior launched at Goku and the two faced off. The punches and kicks were a blur and Goku realized that this opponent didn't seem to have any particular style to his attacks. They were simply madness incarnate, a flurry of blows merely aiming to cause as much devastating damage as quickly as possible. The patterns were so erratic and spontaneous that it was hard to successfully block and dodge many of the attacks thrown at him. Goku powered up and bound back, trying to put some distance between them to gather himself.

"He's insane...Woah!" Ba'Tege closed the distance almost as soon as it was made and swiped at the Earth raised saiyajin, once hidden claw-like nails tearing through his gi like it was paper. It was like fighting a wild, frenzied animal at this rate. The cloaked figure clasped his hands together and swung at his head, slamming him down to the ground.

"What's the matter, Kakarot? Can't keep up?" Goku rolled, avoiding the stomping feet that tried to crush his skull. He jumped back to his feet and aimed a kick at the other's midsection. But Ba'Tege gripped the assaulting leg before he spun and threw the saiyajin to the ground with enough force to crack the stone.

The cloaked figure stepped back, for the first time since they started, giving Goku some room. He could tell that the man's friends were tense and more than ready to intervene if needed. The entertainment of such heroism made him snicker quietly to himself. The audience had gone soft except for the frightened whispers. He was half tempted to lay waste to the stands quickly just to see how much of a rise he could get from his opponent. If anything, it would prompt the two snakes aiming their odd little meter at them to come out of hiding. "Won't they be surprised."

"What?" Goku got to his feet, distrustful of the room Ba'Tege was giving him when just a second ago he couldn't shake the beast off. He debated how necessary going super saiyajin would be. They seemed sort of even. But with as unpredictable as the man was proving, it would probably be better just to play it safe. He watched as his enemy shifted footing, one hand hidden from his sight and he could feel the slithering of mounting ki behind him. It didn't feel particularly strong, but it was very dark and alien. The saiyajin tensed, putting his energy into his defenses should he be attacked with some sort of blast.

Ba'Tege could see that Goku was preparing for whatever attack was to come, but as his fingers curled around the materializing hilt, he took great satisfaction in that it would be a hopeless endeavor. 'Once I kill you and those I have no use for, my plans to dominate all of creation will be under way...' He chuckled loudly, addressing Goku for what he presumed would be the last time, "While I would love for you to witness my enslaving the consort bitches over yonder, I'm afraid I have to END you."

Vegeta felt ill. This was all too familiar. He started going back in his mind, remembering the horrific visions and how it went from one sequence to the other. If he remembered correctly...Kakarot was only a few moments from death.

End of chapter 5

Yes, I suck at fight scenes.

Yes, Vavage underwent a name change. Well, he underwent a total revamp as far as his purpose and background went too, because honestly...Half of what I originally had for his character had been totally random. Now he'll have some proper detail to him. And the best song I could think for him is the track 'Frenzy' from the Transformers : The Movie soundtrack. It's all ominous and creepy. :)
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