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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 5

Haven’t you’ve learned anything after all these years? Your ploy is useless, tomfoolery. You could never understand the gravity of the situation, but I suppose, it is that naiveté of yours that keep you alive; keeps you going. You see a glimmering light at the end of a tunnel, do you not? Ah, shame really, because there is no end you see, only I have the power to give you that end, and I assure you, there will be no light for you.

Do not fret, I see your struggle, I understand it, and find it quite… humorous. Like a rat in a maze you scramble, and scurry. It is amazing to me after all these years you still try. Your absurd resistance brings me pleasurable joy, like a sweet spice to a salty beverage, it tickles my taste buds; you are the strawberry to my dry wine. Soon, soon your futile resistance will crumble, and I’ll be waiting.

            Vegeta’s eyes blurred, his sanity was slipping; hearing that deep voice once again mocking and ridiculing him, he was at a lost, the pills no longer allowed him to find a peaceful solace. Everything was going to shit, his health, his mental stability, by the gods, suicide looked awfully good right now; his pride would never allow it, didn’t matter how hyped up he was on his ‘medications’, he would not be a coward… anymore. He turned his head, scanning the darkness, his eyes wandered, his mind turned blank, an uneasy rest met him once again.

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            Goku felt like a little boy again, wringing his hands together, through his bangs he stared up to the eyes of his “older” brother Raditz, whom returned the eye lock, only his mouth moved, gaped really, like a fish out of water. Goku grinned, he never believed he would see Raditz like this, the usual cocky grin misplaced with shock.

            Nappa slapped a heavy hand down on Goku’s shoulder. “Well now I bet you two gots lots to catch up on, I’ll leave ya’s to it then.”

            Raditz reach a trembling hand, lightly touching Goku’s chin taking him in. “Father? Is that really you?”

            Goku mumbled under his breath, unsure on how to explain it, but it was Nappa whom spoke for him, his voice dripping with humour. “Nope.” Nappa smirked, giving Raditz a sideway glance. “It’s your kid brother.” Nappa chuckled, walking away, oh how he wanted to see how it all played out, Goku Raditz’s younger brother, very unlikely; yet, he knew there must have been some relation, the damn guy looked just like Bardock; maybe a uncle?

            Raditz frowned, looking Goku over once again. “You cannot be my younger brother, you are older than myself.” Raditz growled, frustrated, he wanted to mourn in peace, not deal with some stupidity. “Who the fuck are you?”



Goku scratched his head nervously. “Well, I am… but not.” Goku shook his head; just as well tell it as it is. “I’m not from this dimension. I was at Bulma’s, she is a genius by the way, nice girl, met her when I was a little boy in the woods…” Goku smiled, reminiscing on his adventurous past. “Man oh man, we had so much fun then, we.”

            “Oh get on with it! I didn’t ask for your fucking life story.” Raditz snarled.

            “Oh! Sorry! Long story short, I touched something then boom, I was falling from the sky, and well here I am! In my dimension, I am your younger brother, you said my name was Kakarot, and now only Geta calls me Kakarot, but I my human name is Goku.”

            Raditz rubbed his head, feeling a headache forming. Wait a minute. “Only Geta calls you Kakarot? Who is he?”

            “Vegeta. He lives on earth with me.” Goku smiled.

            “You’re mated to Vegeta?”

            “Oh no, he has a family and I have my own.” Goku turned his head back and forth until he locked eyes on Raditz. “You’re Vegeta seems… defeated. What happened here? Nappa gave me some details but, I dunno, it just doesn’t add up to me.”

            Raditz gave looked him over, seems possible, in a really fucked up way, but somehow it made sense to him. It help that ‘Goku’ looked just like his father, hell that stupid goofy look was his father’s ‘drunk’ face all over. Raditz leaned against the door frame, making room for Goku to walk in. “Come on in.”

            They talked for hours, mostly of the things that had come to pass, for the first time he felt a pull to Raditz, a connection he had never felt before, maybe it was the drink, but he felt so damn good, he had a brother, family… He had only become sombre when they discussed the war, so many lost, yet no-one knew who this oppressor was. Then there was Vegeta, no matter how many times he tried to stray the conversation on the Prince, Raditz spat, and directed the discussion to something else. Leaving Goku to wonder what happened? As far as he knew from the stories of the Vegeta of his time Raditz and Nappa was loyal, and obedient, yet, Raditz acted quite the opposite, cursing the Prince’s name.

            Raditz stretched and yawned, knocking back the rest of his drink before tossing the worn cup to the ground. “Get some sleep Kakarot, big day tomorrow.”

            Goku looked down to his hands. “Goodnight… brother.”

            Raditz smirked. “Yeah… goodnight brother.”

            Goku smiled as his back hit the mat on the floor.

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            Nappa’s heavy steps echoed in the halls, wounded and lost men littered the walls, eyes downcast. He spat to the dirtied ground below, the contents unknown, perhaps a mixture of old blood, dirt, and gun powder. Once upon a time he stalked the magnificent and majestic halls of the palace, greeted by a hundred strong, ready to fight, ready to defend their king; a smile quirked his lips as he remembered the scents, oh how he missed the scents, a exotic blend of hierarchy, rich of righteousness and the glorious pride of their people. Now he walks amongst the scent of death and decay from the men, their pride and hopes crumbling into extinction. He didn’t like it one bit, desperation left a sour taste in his mouth.

            His steps halted, pausing only to lean against on the solid metal wall, keeping close to the door. He tilted his head, feeling the chill of the cold wall against his bald scalp; soothing. He thought back to a happier time, a time where he was important, a time he experienced peace of mind. He chuckled with his wistful thoughts; funny, he found peace being a general to the Saiyan army, found a comfy lifestyle being the head protector of important and influential men.

            He could still hear the long ago marching, hear their morale boost through military chants. He felt his chest swell, and suddenly he was a low ranked solider, no older than eighteen, going through the flowing motions of war, the repetitive movements, the gruelling training, day to day from dusk to dawn. Dawn was beautiful, the only moment he would loose himself, forget his bloodlust and hunger for war, he would stare thoughtlessly as the sun raised soft red, faded really, highlights of orange tinted amongst the dusty red, blooming into the blood red sky he so desperately missed. Dusk, he longed to see the sky darken as the sun laid to rest, the deep ruby glow; he missed home. He missed her…

            The sound of a uneasy sleep took him from his yearnings, the same as every night, the body resting inside the boxed room tossed and turned and fought against himself. Nappa hung his head, closing his eye. ‘I entrust him to you Nappa, let no harm befall my son.’ The last decree given to him by the king himself echoed in his mind, in a faded voice. He couldn’t protect Vegeta from his inner demons, hell, who was he kidding he couldn’t even protect him when he was just a boy; so much for being the great honourable general of the Saiyan army and great protector of the prince. He was useless, yet, it never stopped him from guarding the prince’s door every night, routines were calming he suppose.

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            Vegeta grumbled, looking around for his gloves, his hands shaky. He hated sleep, he hated waking; he hated everything about every morning. He stomped around turning over anything laying on the floor, punishing them, as if it was the objects around him that placed him in such an acidic mood. He cursed under his breath as the said glove came into view, poking innocently out from his makeshift pillow.

            His sleep once again plagued with past disgraces, humiliations, and each defeating moment under Frezia. This night however was the cream of the crop, listening to his ghostly father ridicule him was a new low. He remembered it quite vividly as his father turned in his own grave because of how much he disgusted him and his family line. Vegeta tugged the glove on, slapping the door controls open.

            “Morning Prince Vegeta.” Nappa had long learned not to say ‘good morning’ to the usual hostile youth, something he had to learn the hard way; a hard learned lesson, which cost him a trip to the regeneration tank.

            Vegeta didn’t say a word, the usual morning greeting; Nappa would always be waiting for him, a occurrence he never questioned, he never seem to wake up early enough to bypass the man, Nappa was always there when he awoke.

            “So what’s the plan today Vegeta?” Nappa kept his space, hanging back by a few feet, giving the prince his distance. “Are we going to the council, scouting?”

            Vegeta grunted, scouting sounded pretty good, he could have a high chance of killing things, easing some stress.

            “Or you want to talk to that Goku guy?”

            Vegeta stopped in his tracks, Goku, he forgot about that strange man. He turned, giving Nappa his full attention. “Where is he?”

            Nappa’s eye twitched, he didn’t like how intense Vegeta looked. Maybe today really wasn’t a good day for the Prince to do anything. “I think we should scout the area, maybe find some enemies to shoot. Doesn’t that sound better?”

            “Where is he Nappa?”

            “He is with Raditz…”

            Vegeta slightly paled, Raditz, of all places to put the newcomer Nappa chose Raditz’s room. Vegeta took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. “Nappa.” Vegeta’s lip quirked into a smirk. “I think I need to see what this Goku is all about. Go somewhere, make yourself useful elsewhere.”

            “There’s something strange about that guy. He actually believes he is Raditz’s younger brother.” Nappa chuckled, while Vegeta paused. “Can you believe that, ha, he has to be around fifty, he almost got fifteen years on Raditz.”

            “But he is a Saiyan, and he does look like Bardock’s flock.” Maybe he really was from a different time; outlandish as it sounded, hell, the whole mess they all are in would probably sound outlandish to others. Vegeta turned back, squaring his shoulders he prepped himself, preparing to be onslaughted by Raditz. “I’ll see what this guy got.” Vegeta smiled. “It’s been a long time since I had sparred. Maybe he could help relieve some of my tension.”

            Nappa laughed, actually laughed carefree; a precious moment in his books. “Take it easy on him Prince, he is going to have to hold a gun after.” Vegeta smirked, cracking his knuckles; beating someone sounded like a damn good idea, clear his head.
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