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Freedom of the Night	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2412 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Told by Raditz.

            I grow worrisome many a times; thoughts of how we will accomplish this task. Another variable in play is Brolly, the legendary super Sayian. From what our sources gather Brolly had not killed the prince but yet bonded with him; it will not be an easy. How will the legendary react to this plan? How will it affect us all? It was certain the legendary was unstable. The informants have told us this, Brolly and Vegeta are residing in the summer villa across the red sea. The prince is with child, and Brolly had killed every medicine man that dared come close to the territory. I do not know how we will achieve communication with the prince but one thing was certain; we must speak with the prince, to see if he could reason with his unstable mate. I could only prey to the mighty god Bejita to help us in our endeavors.

Told by Tarnip.

            As much as I wish I could say I stood my ground and helped my dear older brother; it would be an utter lie. As soon as I heard the rumble and crashing in the ballroom; I bolted. I ran through the old passageways through the palace, hiding like a sewer rat. Once I was discovered four days later I believed it was my time to die, even then I whimpered. Then when he spoke and he told me who he was and what he was planning and he had a role for me to play, to make up for the shame and dishonor I brought to my house; I couldn’t deny him. It was my chance to make up for the wrong I had done, leaving my brother behind to be killed by a snake. I could have done something, he would be alive if I didn’t run off like the coward I am. I will make it up to you my brother and I will be there for my nephew.

            Since I wasn’t one for public appearances, and never around for important meetings, my face wasn’t easily recognizable. By the great Bejita many people didn’t even know I existed! I was a personal advisor to my brother and that was all; only to come around when he called for me. I also knew the palace like the back of my hand from each passage, each little nook, and corner. So it made me the perfect candidate to play the spy in their grand schemes to over throw Paragus.

            All I had to do was scrub down in slave clothing, pretend to be a cleaner, so I could gain access to all the rooms. I kept my ear to the floor, listening, gathering any information I could about what has been occurring.

            But most of all I listened to anything that had to do with my nephew, poor Vegeta becoming a bonded mate to such a crazed being. There must be more I can do for him, I need to go and see him! I need to beg for forgiveness for my cowardice, I need… I need redemption.

Told by Bardock

            Coming up with a plan to take down the elites is becoming more of a hassle then I expected. Countless hours I had sat here staring blankly at the map of the palace looking for any possible scenarios where there would be no casualties. What ki invention could I possibility create that would not kill and yet render them unconscious?

            I’m having a mental block, I know why; Kakarot. My baby boy, the last child my mate brought to me; Torn. God’s it was only the fact of Kakarot’s birth that allowed me to live beyond my mate. It was that plea to stay alive, and severing the bond as much as we could at the time, still it wasn’t enough; I felt that pain like it was my own. But it was Kakarot that kept me living on. Now that has been taken away, and all I truly wish to do is join my mate.

            Now it is my new obligation that keeps me going, the prince. It is what I owe him. It was what the planet needs, Paragus is full hearty he doesn’t understand the politics, economy, nor the workings of being a king. He needed to be gone, and blood for blood. He killed the true king took his life, and now we will take his; blood for blood.

            Then maybe once everything is done I could finally truly sleep. Maybe join Torn beside Bejita.

            Raditz poked his head inside the jarred door peeking in, seeing if any changes in his father’s slump. Noticing it had not in fact change. “Father, sleep. You are working yourself too hard.”

            Bardock chuckled deeply. “I’m working myself too hard eh boy? Funny looks like to me I haven’t done a damn thing!” He growled deep in his throat.

            “Is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps a spar would ease some tension?” Raditz opened the door wide and leaned against the frame. “Or are you too old to handle a good spar?” With a large cocky grin and a snap of his fingers he laughed.

            “Boy you’re too much like your Numa, I’ll wipe your sorry hide all over the mountain tops.” Bardock stretched as he stood from his seat, a good spar would help him relax. He couldn’t help to smile at his son, thinking he was too hard on the boy, and neglectful. Maybe he could make it up to him one day.

Told by Prince Vegeta

            The days are becoming longer for me, I can feel a tension growing, you could taste it in the air. I am uncertain what is transpiring in my kingdom, Brolly refuses to speak of anything beyond ‘us’ and the child that is a glutton already! Damn that boy has been nearly draining me of all my energy and I’m only two months along. Oh Bejita be merciful on me, just make this a hard beginning then let the little one settle down! I can barley eat without saying hello right back to my meal, all I do is down right mope around, I’m too tired to do anything else, but it seems not tired enough to sleep. I’m going to loose my mind! I couldn’t stop but glare at my soft stomach, yeah soft! My body is gathering the fat, and make room for the boy inside; by the feel of his gluttony it’s going to be a Dom.

            At least I have Brolly, he has been here every moment, mind you at times I feel smothered, but with that comes the feeling of love and needed. I know I should take advantage of it now, because as I get further along Brolly will be making himself sparse, with damn good reason. If I’m so bitchy now I can only imagine when I am further along.

            Still I got an itch something is going on, that letter I received, it was so sterile, so cold. Nothing about it was right; it was what was robbing me of a restful slumber. Brolly knows something and he isn’t telling me. When I bring up the topic he adverts it to our future how we will stay here, raise our boy, and live in a blissful love. But his eyes, I know something is going on! And I would be damned if I sit around all day and not find out!

            Vegeta stood with a slight stagger, cursing the bedsores. He walked; the study was his destination, there was something there, he knew; something that would answer his questions.

Told by Brolly

            I can feel the defiance in my fertile, he is searching for information, doing his best to fish it out of me. I will not let him know! He cannot. I will not risk the health of my unborn child, who knows what Vegeta will do when he knows. He may run off to battle, become reclusive, or end it all. I don’t know and I do not want to find out what the reaction will be. But I know I cannot allow him to remain ignorant, it isn’t fair to him. But I would be damned if he knew now, or get caught up in the rebellion.

            Brolly lifted his head taking in the scents, someone was coming again. No doubt sent by his father, it is Dom, and he could smell the fear rolling off the Dom. He mustn’t be all that powerful, he could smell the fear spike with every step; he also noted there was a faint familiar scent off this Dom. With a predatory grin he moved forward.

Told by Tarnip

            God I hated this, being a coward is so much easier then finding redemption. Every damn step made me sweat harder, gulped down any saliva I could gather. Still nothing would come to my parched mouth. Sure I could just fly to my destination, much quicker and it wouldn’t allow my fear to double with each slow step. But I wasn’t just walking into some simple little chit chat, I was walking into the most dangerous area known to all Saiyans, a place that the rebels stay cleared of; even knowing that the Prince himself was there, they refused with damn good reason to. Brolly.

            I actually whimpered with every step, confirming that being a coward is far much easier. I heard a snap of a twig; I think I fainted… I came to with the sun in my eyes and my back on the ground. How embarrassing.

            Tarnip sat up and paled visibly quickly. He never saw Brolly before, only heard him speak once to his father, but he had no doubt that the beast crouched before him, hand dug deep in the ground, tail puffed and idly flicking behind him, fangs bared and snarling was Brolly, the legendary. Tarnip was simply ready to cry like a blundering child, he was an advisor, not a warrior. He did what he could only do and pray that he would come out of this breathing and limbs intact. Tarnip held out his wrist in submission slowly kneeling down face completely pressed in the dirt, his tail hung limply between in legs, not one movement more; didn’t flinch as Brolly moved in on him, scenting him. Didn’t yelp when the large hand took a hold of his tail. A sign of true dominance, that Brolly had proven he was the better. Tarnip wouldn’t argue that fact.

            “You smell familiar.” Brolly ground out and yanked the tail; to make the other speak. Brolly growled harder. “You smell like my mate! Have you touch him?!” Another harsh tug.

            “No! No, no, no, I didn’t touch him!” Tarnip stuttered and shook in fear.

            “You smell like him!” Brolly grounded out.

            “Y…Yes I do because I am his kin.” Tarnip shook his head. “I am his Uncle Tarnip, just an advisor of the throne, the younger brother to the late King Vegeta.”

            Brolly moved back letting the Saiyan go. Never taking his eyes from him as he watched him scramble to his knees, never making eye contact with him, visibly and silently showing Brolly he was the better. “What are you doing here?”

            “I come to talk to my nephew Prince Vegeta.”

            “Why?” Brolly growled.

            “I need his forgiveness, I need to tell him what is happening back home.” Tarnip kept his eyes to the ground, not daring to look upwards.

            “No.” Brolly sneered. “Now leave!” He growled. “Before the simple fact of you being my mate’s kin will not stop me from tearing you apart!”

            “Bu…But.” Tarnip shut his mouth when he heard that powerful growl becoming harsher, and near roar. Not needing another warning he did the only thing he could do. Turn tail and run for dear life.

            Yup, thought confirmed. Being a coward is so much easier.

Told by Raditz.

            Tarnip, I don’t know to be disgusted, or proud of the man. He went to a place none of us had the balls to go; the Villa. Yes I know that we have to get in contact with the Prince, but who in their right mind want to face the beastie guard Brolly? He was stalking the grounds ensuring no-one came near his mate, something we confirmed with Tarnip. He didn’t even get close enough to smell Vegeta before Brolly had him pinned to the ground with his Dominating power. Hell all it took was a few growls and Tarnip came back looking like he just witness the fiery pits of damnation. Then again this is Tarnip he could have just over-exaggerated, but I won’t be the one to test it.

            But Tarnip has told us about the old tubing pipes connected to the Palace and Villa. Father is too busy concocting a new technique for the super elites to bother with coming up with a way to get at those pipes to contact the Prince. Frankly he thinks it is a waste of time, believing Brolly is guarding that as well. But we have to try.

Told by Vegeta

            Damnit I have been sitting here writing and writing, thinking of something to say to my father, to question his letter. I don’t know what to say I feel like a boy getting in trouble, trying to make it up to their parents. Damnit why does everything have to be so damn difficult!

            Vegeta ripped the paper and crumpled it in frustration, tossing it behind him in the over stuffed pin. He watched as it bounced off the bin and rolled to the corner. He grumbled under his breath and moved forward. He went to snatch it from the ground when he noticed another further along, nearly hiding away, he frowned. He watched them all went into the bin, the only one who fell to the floor was the one in hand. He raised a brow, reaching out for it, and snatched it up. He could smell Brolly aged scent on the paper and he opened it…

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