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Hello TristaML,
yup, me having updated is a miracle. An even bigger miracle is people still remembering this story XD
I do have an ending in mind. I mean there isn't really much to it left. I just never got around to writing it due to a variety of reasons.
I understand what you mean about this fanfic being more like a reality show than a plot-based story. It really is.
well, let's say that Kakarott came in with Instant Transmission XD
Oh yes, the formatting on this site has changed so many times that, for a few years, I just lost will to post here. It's very, very annoying.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by werewolfflutist
Part 67
Prince Vegeta nodded to acknowledge Kakarott. “Of course.” It was the first time he had seen Kakarott Bardock in person, but there was no doubt as to who he was. The man had not powered up yet; he was willing to solve this peacefully. Kakarott was wearing an old beat-up and dirty Saiyan armor that would have put anyone else to shame. On Kakarott, though, the armor looked menacing.
After Prince Vegeta’s acknowledgement, Kakarott walked past him, to where Trunks Vegeta and Goten were crouched on the ground. Goten was half-conscious; the youngest prince’s hold on him firm and shielding. Kakarott’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and they met each other’s eyes. Then, the prince loosened his hold on Goten.
Kakarott, though, lost his interest in them and turned to the king. King Vegeta was still emanating powerful ki, but Kakarott approached him without powering up. Then, in a blink, he appeared in front of the king, his hands reaching out for the older man’s throat.
“You broke the agreement between our Houses not to interfere with each other,” Kakarott roared, his ki exploding suddenly. “You will pay the price.”
The king struggled against his grip, but it was to no avail. It was like trying to move a planet. In addition, Kakarott’s enormous ki overwhelmed the king’s own power, and his ki fell drastically in response.
Prince Vegeta lowered his hand onto Kakarott’s arm. Even charged with as much ki as the prince was able to muster, the touch was soft, deliberately non-threatening. Kakarott turned his head, his eyes narrowing at Prince Vegeta, his grip on the older man’s throat tightening.
“I will take care of that.”
“I think not,” Kakarott snapped at him. “You haven’t shown much capability in doing so thus far.”
Prince Vegeta’s mouth tightened. “Well, neither have you,” he said, motioning to where their sons were sat watching with rapt attention.
Kakarott glared at him. Yet, Prince Vegeta was right. His silence had brought Goten where he was. And, for some fathomless reason, he was in Trunks Vegeta’s arms. The youngest Vegeta was staring at the three of them, alarm painted across his face.
When Kakarott offered no response, Prince Vegeta turned to his father. “You have two options: death or resignation.”
“You fool!” the king rasped out, still struggling to break free from Kakarott’s grasp. “It wasn’t enough for you to water down our blood; now you support him as well! You won’t live forever; one day Trunks will have to take the throne. And what will he be? What will he have? Look at that purple-haired monstrosity you created! What monsters will he bring into this world? Bardocks are going to take over! They will take over everything!”
Prince Vegeta’s eyes turned to steel. “You’re finished,” he growled. “No one will follow someone who has tried to kill a Legendary. Two of them, in fact.”
“You…”
King Vegeta started cursing his son and their suites. Prince Vegeta stared at him wistfully, letting the rant slide past his ears while their men weren’t certain how to act. There was a lot of truth in his father’s words. Some of that truth kept him awake at night, but this wasn’t anything new or worthy of starting a discussion. It was neither the time nor the place.
Prince Vegeta sighed. He could only blame himself for his ignorance, for letting his father go so far. He’d noticed his father had become rash in his decisions, illogical at times, obsessed with Bardocks, but had taken no action. Saiyans weren’t supposed to live as long as his father had lived. He had lost his reason. Legendaries were the only force that was able to protect the Saiyan Empire right now, and, very likely, in the future. They were vital to their culture.
Prince Vegeta turned to Kakarott. “Killing him won’t change anything.” The uncertain teal eyes that set on him looked so unusual that the prince nearly averted his look. “I will have him taken care of,” he repeated reassuringly.
Kakarott faltered for a few more moments, then shoved the king back into the wall. “Fine,” he spat. “Make sure I don’t need to deal with him anymore.”
Prince Vegeta nodded. Despite the obvious difference in their powers, it seemed that the king was on the verge of attacking Kakarott.
“Bring ki-cuffs,” Prince Vegeta ordered the nearest guard. For now, he would have to restrain his madly suicidal father with his own ki. In the end, he would probably have to do what Kakarott had been about to do. The night was becoming more and more fucked up.
ooOoOoOoo
When Goten came to, he found himself alone, lying on a makeshift bunk made of dry leaves and grass. He was in some kind of a cave, lying close to the entrance where could see the light coming from the outside. It hurt somewhat to move, so it took him some time to explore the cave. It appeared to be rather spacious. It was also crawling with insects, three of which had already bitten him. Goten’s eyes could make out a brick fireplace at the back of the cave. There was also a crude table with two chairs. There was even some kind of an animal skin on the ground near the entrance used as a rug.
Bits and pieces of recent memories were floating in Goten’s head, but he wasn’t able to remember anything past his father powering up, his hair turning gold. He also remembered Trunks’ arms wrapped around him reassuringly, but the rest was drowned in mist. He had no idea how he appeared in this cave.
Goten’s legs were wobbly, and it hurt to breathe, so it was best to stay inside the cave where he was relatively safe. Yet, he slowly ventured outside. The cave was on a hill. Down bellow was a valley, and there was grass and trees as far as his eyes could see. He noticed a sparkling object even further away and figured it had to be either a lake or a river.
When he looked up into the sky, he suddenly realized that he neither knew what time of day it was, nor which planet he was on. There were two suns and three moons visible. It was a mystery why he wasn’t in Oozaru form yet. The most plausible explanation was that they didn’t reflect enough sunlight and were overshadowed by the suns. Or maybe there was something off with either the gamma or beta rays, or other rays that he had no idea of.
One sun was nearly as bright as on Vegeta-sei. The second one was barely visible, and Goten wasn’t certain whether it was really a sun or one of the other three various-sized moons.
His body hurt, and even this short exploration made him tired. Goten lingered about at the entrance of the cave, then returned to his makeshift bunk with the bugs. He slept for a few hours, then woke up again. There was still no one in sight, but the suns were no more, the three moons clearly visible in the sky, throwing silvery light over everything in the valley. The air had cooled considerably.
His body felt much lighter already, his head clearer. He looked around the cave, then made a circle while exploring the hill. Wandering off further in an unknown territory was probably unwise, so he returned to the cave. His body was starting to ache again, and he soon fell asleep.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten woke to the delicious smell of cooking meat. Blinking and yawning, he shifted against the side of the cave. Despite his stiff back and numb rear, he felt safe and comfortable, the reassuring smell from his childhood tinting the air. Someone had also thrown a blanket over him. The blanket smelled like his father.
Goten yawned again and looked out of the cave. His eyes suddenly locked on two spits over a fire not too far from him. There was no mistaking the shape of a person who was sitting next to the fire. The cooking things on the spits were much more interesting, though. Goten wasn’t certain what species they were exactly, but one of them reminded him of a wolf. Another thing was clearly a large, fat worm. Was Kakarott serious?
“Is that our dinner?” Goten asked, walking closer to the fire. He was so certain of the answer that he didn’t know why he had bothered to ask. When he came closer, he saw that Kakarott was wearing the same beat-up armor he had seen him wearing last time. It looked pitiful.
“Yes,” Kakarott said. “We’ll also have something from the preserves that I stashed earlier.”
“So you visit here often?” Goten asked, casting a look over the darkened valley. He sat down, shrouding himself with the blanket against the cool air. The mixture of cooking smells was tickling his nose. The worm and the wolf smelled mouth-watering.
Kakarott shrugged. “From time to time. I think once every five years or so.”
“Are you sure those preserves are still edible? And…”
There was a blurry shape approaching their fire. Goten stood up in alarm, the blanket falling off his shoulders and folding on the grass, but Kakarott didn’t react to the shape in any way. The transparent, slick and smooth figure soon started looking like a person. Goten wasn’t able to say a word when the apparition from his dreams sat down at the fire. Uncertain, Goten lingered standing for a few moments, then sat down as well, wrapping himself in the blanket again.
“Almost done,” Kakarott informed the apparition joyfully.
The imposter nodded and said something, which Goten didn’t understand. He could hear it, could recognize the language, and yet he wasn’t able to make out the words. Frowning, Goten stared at the see-through body. Was he dreaming again? It didn’t feel like it; neither did he feel that certain apathy that would overtake him during those precognitive dreams.
In a few minutes, Kakarott took the spit with the worm off the fire and laid it on the leaf he had prepared in advance. Then he stood and disappeared into the cave, leaving Goten and the apparition alone. Quietly turning the spit with the “wolf” over the fire, Goten watched the imposter. He was afraid to take his eyes off him, as every time he looked aside or blinked, the imposter’s shape seemed to change a little. He was becoming less transparent and more solid.
The fat dripped down and sizzled over the fire. The meat was almost done. Goten heard his stomach rumble. His mouth was full of saliva, and he kept swallowing. Hunger was the only thing that kept him from throwing the spits down and chasing after his father, flinging questions left and right.
By the time Kakarott returned with cans of preserves, the imposter had become similar to a short, hunchbacked old man. It was hard to see colors in the half-light of the fire, but it seemed that the man’s skin was blue. He was still somehow blurry, intangible. Kakarott bent down and started arranging the preserves on the ground.
“Won’t you introduce us?” Goten demanded, turning the spit with the “wolf” around.
Surprised, Kakarott raised his head. “I was under the impression that you two know each other?”
“We don’t,” Goten said. “I see him in those dreams, but… It’s complicated. Just tell me what he is.”
His father shrugged. He pointed at the apparition. “This is Issoyassin, the last of his kind, like us. He’s… Well, probably what one calls a god? Issoyassin, this is Goten – my son.” That said, he concentrated back on the preserves and pulled out a knife from under his sash.
“We do know each other,” Issoyassin said, amused, and Goten was surprised that he could understand the words now. “I think it’s done already.” Issoyassin reached out for the spit in Goten’s hand, and the third-class jumped away from him. The apparition gave him a look. “One would think you would be grateful for all those times.”
Goten stared at him suspiciously. “I am. It doesn’t mean I understand what’s happening.”
“Eat first, talk later,” Kakarott advised Goten, who rolled his eyes but couldn’t agree more. Once the spits were off the fire, Kakarott added more firewood into the fireplace and the fire surged up, warming them.
It was a feast. The fried wolf-like creature looked much more appealing than Kakarott’s old preserves, and Goten helped himself to its leg. It broke off with a loud snap, a drizzle of fat running onto the grass. The “wolf” tasted wonderful, and Goten didn’t stop chewing for a moment until there were only bones left. On a full stomach, life seemed to be much brighter. Content, Goten leaned back. He watched the imposter through the sparks flying above the fire. The crackling sounds from the fireplace felt soothing. It was dark all around, only their fire lightening the surroundings.
“Are you really a god, Issoyassin?” Goten asked, wiping his greasy hands on the grass.
The old man, who was still eating, gave Goten an amused look. “And what do you think? I might be.”
Goten raised his still mostly greasy hands into the air. “No, no, let’s skip this ‘might be or mightn’t be’ part. I’ve had enough of it already in those weird dreams.”
The apparition chuckled. He turned to Kakarott. “Precious, isn’t he?”
“Told you,” Kakarott said proudly around the squishy insides of the cooked worm. “Very willful.”
Issoyassin’s eyes settled back on Goten. “Some do call me that, a god. Just like they call Kakarott or will probably call you now. Does it mean that he or you are gods?” The imposter laughed at the incredulity on the younger man’s face. “Even now you reject my existence, just like you kept rejecting all the warnings I sent.”
Goten pursed his lips, thinking. Indeed, the old, hunched man in front of him was still a little blurry.
“I was friends with your grandfather,” Issoyassin said. “About three hundred years ago, he saved my life, and I swore loyalty to him and his kin.”
Goten’s brow furrowed in an attempt to imagine how his grandfather could have helped this…sort of a god. This vulnerable image wasn’t how he had pictured gods. Gods didn’t need help. They didn’t actually need anything, did they?
His father was eating ravenously. It seemed as if he hadn’t eaten for days. But then, he always looked like that while eating. Kakarott wasn’t paying them any attention. It seemed that he completely trusted Issoyassin.
“Are you gonna eat that?” Kakarott asked as if on cue, pointing at Goten’s preserves that he had arranged in front of his son earlier.
Goten sighed; his father was still eating the worm but was trying to reserve more food for himself already. “Go ahead.” His attention went back to the apparition. “So you sent those prophetic dreams to me because you owed it to my grandfather? Why didn’t you tell me who you really are? Why Gohan? Was it a way to make fun of me?”
Issoyassin waved his half-eaten wolf-leg about. “Do you think it’s easy to enter someone’s mind? To breach all mental defenses? And you were so stubborn! Your mind kept warping every image I sent. Every time it kept bending and twisting until you saw what you wanted to see.” He shrugged, offering Goten a grin. “To be honest I did have some fun with your brother’s image. Just a tiny bit to get back at you for making it so difficult for me.”
Goten sighed again. He turned to his father. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. “Everything, the dreams, the project, the Legendary? Am I a Legendary, too?”
Kakarott licked his fingers to get the last of the delicious worm. He gave Goten a serious look. “The project? You mean that nonsense National Security is obsessed with? That stupid scheme of theirs is our best cover.”
“Cover?” Goten wondered. Then he realized. “Oh. We aren’t part of that project, are we?”
Kakarott shook his head. “We never were. But the list of those who have taken part in it is the best place to hide. No questions asked, all problems solved. They even sent you and Gohan to an Officer Training School just like they send all other members of the project.”
Goten faceplamed. “That’s not exactly a good thing,” he said. Then it dawned on him. “Now I understand the look you gave me when I brought Reyn with me to Bruminan.”
Kakarott shrugged. “Well, he was useful, but he’s not…like you or me.”
“Right, and it’s probably also the reason why we didn’t try to kill each other when we powered up over the limit?”
Kakarott nodded. “They almost never attack us as we share the same blood.” He saw a confused look on his son’s face. “Us and them are sort of relatives since National Security experimented on genetic material taken from Bardock.”
“But they do attack each other.”
“Yes. Well, I can only presume that their blood is too watered down and they don’t recognize each other as their kin anymore. It’s something to do with pheromones,” Kakarott added when Goten still looked dubious. “They can smell it on us, though. Well, most of them can and accept us as relatives. Others try to fight us instinctively just like clans fought clans in the ancient times.”
“Oh,” Goten said. “I thought this bloodthirst was a drawback from the experimentation.”
Kakarott shook his head. “No, it’s always been like this. You see, we are not exactly the same species as Saiyans. We share the same ancestor, but we branched off at some point. The problem is that with our rising power, we became more and more aggressively set against each other. I don’t know what was wrong with our genetics, but we kept killing each other off until only the strongest clan was left. Even if males commonly didn’t kill females, females fought each other. It all went to hell. We were bound to become extinct.”
“But why didn’t you tell me all this earlier?”
“I’m telling you now,” Kakarott said matter-of-factly. “My father told me much later as well.” Kakarott, however, couldn’t hold his son’s accusing gaze and dropped his eyes to the insides of the can he was emptying. “You see, the genes don’t always manifest themselves anymore as we mix our blood with…others. Telling you this beforehand… What if you had been born a common third-class? What hopes and expectations would you have had? I know how teenagers are. Perhaps you would have given yourself airs, but I think that the most likely outcome would have been you pushing yourself to the limit and blowing yourself up while trying to take revenge for Gohan’s death.”
Goten gritted his teeth but wasn’t able to deny his father’s reasoning. It lacked solidness and perhaps was wrong, but he could see sense in it.
“I hear you took care of those who had wronged Gohan?”
“Yes, that I did.”
Goten nodded quietly. “Good.” For a few moments he stayed silent, just listening to his father slurping and chewing. “And what about the Vegetas? How will it go from here? From what I’ve seen, they feel threatened by us.”
Kakarott sighed. “We have an agreement not to interfere in each other’s business. We are outside their influence as we are not their subjects, being different subspecies and all. You have no obligations to either of them unless you choose it to be that way. Basically, we ignore each other’s existence. I’m fine with them politicking, and they used to be fine with me engaging powerful enemies. We used to be like two sides of the same coin. We used to collaborate from time to time as well. If I needed a pass somewhere, I’d just send a request and get permission. It was easy. I don’t know how it will be now with the king having breached the agreement. If we can’t trust them, I might have to kill them.”
“I think Prince Vegeta tried to defend me against the king,” Goten pointed out. “The older one, I mean.”
Kakarott gave his son a look. “It was him who contacted me to tell me that you were, for some reason, in the palace. He was making sure I knew it wasn’t intentional, your appearance there. I’m not entirely certain of that, though.”
“Oh, it was intentional,” Goten said bitterly. “Only intended by a different prince.”
“I can tell you,” Issoyassin interrupted, “that the Crown Prince isn’t very fond of either of you, but he thinks that you two are an essential part of Saiyan culture. Now the king, on the other hand…” He turned to Goten. “He was the one who tried to poison you. In one of the realities, that is.”
Kakarott nodded. “Yes,” he agreed. “I checked the logs from Starcut and other orders. King Vegeta has been trying to kill you for quite some time now. He accommodated you together with Dueri in hopes that you two would kill each other. He sent you to retrieve that Human female from the alkani-infested starship believing that you’d get infected. Then the prison break. When inconspicuous attempts to get rid of you didn’t work, he chose a direct approach.”
Goten rubbed his bursting forehead. “So that was him all along…”
His father nodded again. Goten flopped down onto the grass on his back and raised his hands towards the starry sky. “And how about battles of epic proportions? How about destiny? How about mental and physical training for the chosen one? How about flourish and drums and red carpets? I feel like I’ve been duped.”
Amused, Kakarott shrugged. With his dirty hand, he patted his son’s shoulder heartily. “There’s none of that. Besides, haven’t you had some of that already? You even got a medal, from the hands of the Crown Prince of All Saiyans, no less. Meanwhile, I never got one.”
Goten rolled his eyes. “So what do we do now?” he asked. “I suppose I’ll need a day or two to wrap my mind around it all, but what’s next, after that?”
“We prepare for battle.” Kakarott chuckled. “I suppose this is where your ‘epic battles’ come in.”
The answer didn’t impress Goten. “Everyone’s preparing for battle.”
“We’ll have to kill King Cooler and Prince Frieza. They have forgotten my father’s warning not to interfere with the Saiyan Empire.”
Goten pursed his lips. “Umm… I doubt they’ll come here before we surrender.”
Kakarott grinned. “That’s not a problem – we’ll go to them. After that, we’ll also have to wipe out the majority of their army.”
Goten stared at him then rubbed his face tiredly. “Are you crazy? No matter how powerful you are, they’ll just blast your ship to hell before you even reach their borders.”
“Instant Transmission.”
Goten gave him an uncomprehending look. “What?”
“Instant Teleportation. I’ll teach you.”
Throwing his hands apart in front of him, showing that he was ready to accept anything, Goten resigned himself to his fate.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten discovered the waterfall on the second day of his stay on this strange planet. Mesmerized, he stared at it from above, watching the water continuously falling off the edge of the world and gathering into a boundless pool a kilometer or so down below in nothingness. Curiosity had nearly led Goten to fly down there to inspect the pool, but the possible lack of oxygen and other obvious physical discrepancies stopped him from taking that risk. Then, amongst the trees near the shallow, ever-flowing river he noticed Issoyassin. The god, or whatever he was, was sitting on one of the uprooted trees with his feet in the water. After a short thought, while still hovering in the air, Goten took his boots off, then landed next to the tree trunk.
Yesterday, or whatever day it had been on this strangely diminutive planet, Kakarott and Issoyassin had kept their distance from him to let him gather his thoughts. Goten still felt as if he was in shock with so many things having happened at once. He appreciated their thoughtfulness, but he would seek out his father over and over as random questions would just pop up in his head: about his mother, about Gohan, about his species, about himself, about the Vegetas, and many others. Kakarott was able to provide most answers but even he didn’t know it all.
“What is this place?” Goten asked.
Issoyassin took a look around proudly. “It’s a little haven I’ve created for myself.”
“You can create things like these?” Goten wondered. He sat down on the trunks next to Issoyassin and put his boots on the trunk too. He hoped that the god wouldn’t be bothered by the smell. “How did you find this planet?”
“I made it.”
“Oh. All of it?”
Finally, Goten was properly impressed by his godliness, and Issoyassin laughed. “Most of it. It was an uninhabitable piece of an asteroid when I found it first.”
“Oh.”
“It’s billions of light years away from yours.”
“From mine?” Goten was getting light-headed.
“Vegeta-sei.”
“Ah. Then…how did I…we appear here?”
“Instant Transmission.”
Goten remembered his father already mentioning something like that.
“Is it similar to a hyperspace jump?”
“Well, it’s something like that.”
“Listen, it’s been bothering me since day one here. How about you show us a vision of whether we win against the Ice-jin Empire or not?”
Issoyassin laughed heartily, his old wizened face scrunching up. “I don’t need a vision to tell you that you will. But that will only happen after you learn to control your power.”
Goten cheered up a little. “But is it possible at all? I singe myself every time I power up.”
“This is beyond my expertise. Why don’t you ask your father?”
“I will. It’s just that… I keep asking all the wrong questions when I see him.”
“Isn’t it fine? Outside this planet, time flows differently, so just enjoy the moment. You two won’t be together for long.”
Goten’s head snapped up. Issoyassin shook his head at the alarm on the young man’s face. “No, you two will live for many years to come. It’s that you won’t see each other often.” He smiled suddenly. “Have you ever wanted a sibling?”
“I must remind you that I had one. Not for a very long time, though,” Goten spat bitterly.
Issoyassin chuckled softly; Goten was in for a pleasant surprise.
Goten sat quietly, listening to the water flowing around him. His feet felt pleasant, as the water temperature was just right. There were birds singing and trees rustling in the wind. It felt tranquil, and Goten thought of the prince. He wished he could show it all to him. And Reyn, oh boy, would Dueri be surprised.
ooOoOoOoo
Training took all of Goten’s time. Only in the evenings, when he would lie exhausted in his makeshift bunk with its grass, leaves, and bugs, did his thoughts return to whirl in his head like a ceiling fan. He thought about Reyn, about how stupidly everything had panned out. He wondered what Reyn was up to and whether he was still in the palace and wished Reyn were here, with him. Nonetheless, his thoughts kept bringing him back into the prince’s arms, back into that tranquil and secure embrace. The prince had seen all of him and had chosen to protect him. Goten was both afraid and thrilled of thinking what that meant. He wanted to ask Kakarott what had happened after the incident in the palace, if the prince had said anything, but was also afraid of hearing whatever it was. Too many things were at stake. He had given up. Had given up a long time ago, had never expected anything. The new possibilities scared but haunted and excited him relentlessly.
Kakarott wasn’t a good teacher. Goten ascertained himself of that fact on the very first day of his training. Most things seemed self-explanatory to his father, and he struggled to explain the simplest of things, not to mention the essence of one or another technique or maneuver. Gohan had been much more efficient.
His new power dizzied Goten, and there was so much uncertainty in it, in him. He was afraid to power up too much and hurt himself. It took him ten days to be able to gather enough energy to transform into a Legendary safely. Powering down was just as difficult. He could only stare at his father in awe as, to him, switching between the Legendary and back over and over again seemed to be as natural as breathing.
Goten learned how to perform Instant Transmission with his sixth try, nearly ending up mixing his cells with those of a tree. It was vital not to teleport into any objects. Another part of his training was even more unexpected – his father taught him to be aware of surrounding ki without using his scouter. It was practically the only way to pick up sources of ki in much greater distances than scouters were able to. It was also needed if one wanted to teleport to one or another source of ki.
Goten needed about a month to get used to his new power and absorb the tricks his father had taught him. Issoyassin helped them train as well. He also gave them the news from the front. While their training had lasted for about a month, only two days had passed in the outside world.
While they trained, there wasn’t even a thought about losing. Kakarott behaved as if it was a self-explanatory outcome, something set in stone, something unshakable. Perhaps he trusted Issoyassin unconditionally. It bothered Goten. He knew that they were responsible for the fate of the entire Saiyan nation and their allies. No matter how hard he had tried to lessen his doubts and embrace Kakarott’s unshakable resolve, it didn’t work. He was afraid because he had no other choice but to win. Everything else was secondary: the prince, Reyn, they didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the victory.
And when the dreaded day arrived, he still wasn’t certain that it was a good idea to send him to fight Frieza. Actually, he could tell right away that it wasn’t.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten stared at Prince Frieza’s back. He was still trying to grasp the concept of having teleported right behind him. Goten glanced around quickly. As far as he was able to tell, it was a spacious and luxurious cabin in a spaceship. Frieza was already turning around, and Goten shot forward with his foot directed at his spine. Frieza flash-stepped away. The third-class’s eyes widened at his incredible speed and reaction time. Frieza stopped a few meters away from him and was now watching him calmly, almost indifferently.
“So they sent another one.”
Crouching in his fighting position, Goten waited for his scouter to translate. He didn’t understand what the prince was talking about. He didn’t have time to listen to him either; somewhere, Kakarott was facing King Cooler, and, if he managed to defeat Frieza, he might need to help his father out.
“Not very talkative, are you?” Frieza said when Goten powered up to Legendary. “What’s your name?”
“Goten.”
“Are you alone here?”
Goten didn’t answer. His high ki must have already alarmed everyone else on board of the spaceship. Soon he would have to face hundreds of Ice-jins. He moved forward. Frieza’s ki surged up, and Goten’s scouter beeped warningly. He could feel sparks of ki rushing his way and, in a moment, red dots appeared in the range of his scouter. The door to the cabin blew out, an Ice-jin appearing in the doorway.
While Goten was distracted, Frieza’s punch nearly connected with his head; he only managed to flash-step away at the last second. Goten flash-stepped again, towards the intruder. His punch tore the Ice-jin’s head off his shoulders. It bounced off the opposite wall while his body slumped at Goten’s feet. The third-class’s ki-shield was sprayed with blood.
Goten blocked Frieza’s kick rather easily. A ki-ball, launched by another Ice-jin entering the cabin, bounced off Goten’s ki-shield and whooshed into the corner with the bed and the wardrobe. Everyone in the cabin, Goten included, was thrown off their feet when the ki-ball connected. Goten was the first to rise. He made quick work of three more Ice-jins, who had entered the cabin. They had no idea what hit them.
The third-class cursed under his breath. At this rate, he would have to bomb the entire spaceship to get rid of everyone in his way. He hoped his father was having it easier.
A spark appeared at the tip of Prince Frieza’s index finger, forcing Goten to ignore the troublesome door. He attacked the prince without waiting for it to be released. He sent Frieza flying through the metal wall behind him. The laser-like beam still reached Goten but slid off the side of his ki-shield and hit the wall next to him instead. Something clanged, and an explosion shook the ship. Red lights started blinking. The air shivered and fluttered, being sucked through the hole into the corridor. Then, suddenly, it was over, one of the automatic emergency doors somewhere down in the corridor isolating the damaged area.
Frieza disentangled himself from chunks of metal and launched himself back at Goten. They locked in a flurry of kicks and punches. Eventually, the third-class finally managed a kick to the Ice-jin’s stomach, sending him flying back into the debris. With a roar, Prince Frieza charged right back. Goten’s eyes widened at the sight of him summoning a pulsing, white-hot ki-ball.
“I will annihilate your damn planet! I’ll let you watch even!”
From the way fury contorted the prince’s face, Goten was certain that he would really do it. He tried to prevent Frieza from launching the ki-ball at him, but the Ice-jin stepped away from him. Goten kicked out again, this time catching the prince in the side, making him stumble. It was too late, though.
The blinding flash of the explosion made Goten close his eyes. The power of the detonation and the sudden vacuum tossed him about with mighty force. His ki-shield held, even as he bounced around. He opened his eyes quickly to see that he had been sucked out into outer space. The spaceship was no more, only chunks of bent metal and molten plastic swam around him. Disbelieving, the third-class glanced around quickly. Prince Frieza was just below him, in his own protective ki-bubble.
Frieza’s mouth opened in an enraged roar that Goten couldn’t hear, and he charged at the third-class. Their ki-shields collided, and a wave of impact passed both fighters. They bounced off each other, gliding through space, then Frieza launched a ki-ball at Goten. It bounced off Goten’s shield without doing any damage except for making the third-class’s energy deplete a fraction. The Ice-jin launched himself at Goten again.
The third-class grunted as their ki-shields collided again. He gathered his ki to blast the prince, but then their ki-shields clicked and merged. Goten’s palm pressed, almost accidentally, against the left side of Frieza’s body and it exploded, chunks of flesh sailing through the air in the ki-shield, blood spraying over Goten’s face. The third-class went nearly blind, but not before he caught the shocked stare the prince gave him. Goten had to wipe the blood off his eyes while simultaneously trying to avoid Frieza’s attacks. The Ice-jin’s legs and right hand flailed about dangerously and, with his eyelids still half-closed, Goten took no chances. Grabbing at the prince’s neck nearly blindly with both of his hands, he squeezed with all his might until a loud crack was heard.
Panting, Goten watched Frieza’s remains sail through space. The acidic Ice-jin’s blood was still stinging his eyes, making him blink rapidly. He kept trying to wipe it off his eyes with his hands. He shook himself. His ki-bubble held, but there was barely any air left in it, and he was about to suffocate. He scanned the area frantically, but there was no other ship in sight, only floating debris. Goten closed his eyes. He could feel several sparks of ki far away. Then his eyes opened. He could feel his father. Without hesitating, he put two fingers to his forehead and teleported to wherever his father was.
When Goten dropped out of thin air to the floor, Kakarott and Cooler stopped in the middle of their fight in surprise.
“Don’t mind me,” Goten gasped out while rolling on the floor, trying to draw precious oxygen into his lungs. He rubbed at his stinging eyes again. “I’m completely fine. Continue.” He had dropped his ki-shield for the oxygen to pass but had to put it back up again as he felt dangerous ki-discharges.
It didn’t seem that his father was having an easy time with Cooler. There were also about ten Ice-jins in the hall. Judging from the design and the amount of furniture, this was probably not a spaceship. It seemed to be a large hall meant for celebrations, mirrors lining the walls, chairs and tables filling the room.
Blasts bouncing off him, Goten got to his wobbly feet. The ground was shaking with explosions and the amount of ki employed all around. Chunks of wood and glass were cutting through the air, raining on everyone. Goten’s eyes widened when he felt a powerful spark behind him. He barely managed to flash-step away before Cooler could get his hands on him. It had been a mistake to come here, but he had nowhere else to go.
Kakarott went after the king, and, safe for now, Goten concentrated on the king’s soldiers that were flooding the hall.
While fighting the soldiers, Goten was barely aware of his father’s fight. He was more aware of his father’s presence than anything, of his high-level ki. Now he understood what Reyn had meant when he had said that, when powered-up, relatives reacted to each other, but on a different scale. He was painfully aware of his father and, even though that didn’t cause any additional aggression, he still felt as if he had to prove something. He was somehow overtaken by possessiveness – he started thinking that he could deal with Cooler alone. As soon as he became aware of the dangerous idea of Cooler becoming their prey, he pushed it aside and turned his attention back to the never-ending numbers of soldiers. Amidst the chaos, Cooler tried to grab Goten again, but the third-class stepped sideways.
“Will you stop playing around and help me finish this before we have their entire army on our heads?” Kakarott growled out at his son. “Can’t you see their blasts are bouncing off your ki-shield?”
Unsure, Goten looked at Cooler and his father. He was barely able to avoid the king’s attacks, and he could see that his father was clearly much better at evading them. Kakarott was putting too much faith in him. Then Cooler was behind him again and, without thinking, Goten rammed his elbow into the Ice-jin’s stomach. The armor cracked. Cooler’s fist was about to connect with the back of Goten’s head, but Kakarott’s kick sent him flying into the debris of chairs and tables.
The rest of the fight was set: there was no escape from two Legendaries. Goten and Kakarott kept thrashing the king between themselves until Kakarott cracked the king’s spine, then twisted his neck off just to be sure.
“Where are we?” Goten shouted past the noise of explosions and relentlessly whooshing ki-blasts. “If this is Seventy-Nine, we can blast it.”
“I’m not annihilating any planets!” Kakarott shouted back.
“I can,” Goten offered.
Kakarott gave him a strict look. “No, you can’t! What in the world are you saying?”
“I’m fed up with them and this war!”
“Listen, if not them, Saiyans will find someone else to wage war against! It’s not really our fight.”
“Well, that’s true,” Goten agreed. “Well, then let’s blast most of them since it did get kind of personal?”
Goten’s voice had changed from demanding into uncertain, and Kakarott relaxed. He wondered if Goten was aware of himself and whether he would have suggested destroying a planet under other circumstances. He would probably never know.
ooOoOoOoo
The Ice-jin Empire surrendered in two days. Most of their leaders and generals were dead; the majority of the population annihilated. The Saiyans and their allies would have been overjoyed with the victory, but, with so many disastrous casualties on their side, there was no time to celebrate. They were exultant of course, more mystified by their sudden victory than exultant, but happy, nonetheless. No one knew for certain what had happened. Some Ice-jins raved about two golden-haired Saiyans, but no one had believed them at first. Then, several days later, four video recordings featuring the two Legendaries had been leaked to support their ravings.
There was also the matter of sharing the newly acquired territories and resources amongst the allies. There were many disagreements over whose input was the biggest in the war, while most wanted to divide the spoils of victory equally amongst each other. There were still a few resistance movements on former Ice-jin colonies that needed to be quenched. The Leiadorian Republic had its own problems with various separatist movements that demanded the Republic break free of all liaisons with the Saiyan Empire. The Humans had the fewest casualties, and thus were sending military and other intergalactic aid to its allies to help restore order.
TBC
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