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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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Chapter List
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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. I can't remember if they had senzu beans at the start of the Tournament in the show, but just because it's more fun this way, we'll say they didn't.

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 7

By B. Amos

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Before they sat down to listen to all Shin had to impart on them, they made sure to check that Bulma and the others had not been harmed during the demonic saiyajin's rampage. Thankfully, they had taken note of how much things had started to escalate and had cleared out. Yamcha had lingered and had tried his best to clear people out but it had been like watching a train wreck. It was too horrible not to look away let alone run from. Goku sighed. It would be a year before they could wish back the people who Ba'Tege had killed.

The group retreated back to Capsule Corporation and had gathered in the main room. Vegeta had yet to come to, so Goku had laid him on the couch as he stood by. He was somewhat fatigued from dealing with Ba'Tege and incredibly sore but maybe Korin had some senzu beans in season he could swipe. He glanced at Raditz, who seemed as healthy as a horse, then at Piccolo, wondering if they didn't already have some. "Hey, Piccolo...Do we have any senzu beans?"

Piccolo was jarred from his thoughts and it was a moment before he realized what Goku had asked him. "No, all that healing was done by him. Or rather the being that took over his body." The namekian nodded to the sleeping saiyajin. He had been preoccupied watching Turles, who still seemed greatly disturbed. He had seen, for a second after the healing, the stricken way the oldest saiyajin had stared ahead. Ba'Tege had hit some sort of nerve that had badly messed with him.

"Kibito." Shin looked to his silent bodyguard who bowed and stepped over to Goku. He lifted his hands, which became enveloped in a soft glow. The saiyajin relaxed, feeling the wounds mend and the fatigue wear away.

"Ah, thanks...That feels much better." Goku sighed with relief, rubbing his healed arms.

"Well, now that we have Son Goku mended, I suppose I should start. Kibito and myself are here in order to stop the revival of a terrible being known as Majin Buu. Babidi, a wizard, seems intent on taking up his father's work...This business with the Sovereign Kai and the items of power that had been forged when the universe was young however was wholly unexpected."

"Ba'Tege had one...And now Vegeta seems to?" 18 arched a brow.

"So it would seem. They bear a striking resemblance to the dragon balls actually, a design of which was what inspired Namek a long time ago. In it's youth, the elements of the universe were nothing but a vortex of chaos. Some manner of control over the elements was desired and our forefathers, the Sovereign Kais, had established these artifacts. The one we came into contact with, she is...or possibly was, the last remaining. Instead of staying with us on our sacred planet, she fancied travel. Some of the names she went by to your mortal races may have been Shukensha, Teiou, Genshu, or Jinkun. I believe part of that travel was to pinpoint where she could expect future avatars to wield said objects to originate from."

Raditz furrowed his brow, thinking as Piccolo snorted softly, "What did she need to find these avatars for? Was there something foretold to happen that they needed people to control them?"

"The age old battle of good versus evil, Light versus Dark. Though neither could dominate over the other, a balance must be maintained. At some point, it was expected that the Dragon of Darkness would seek to wreak havoc with an avatar at the helm of his destructive machine. Apparently, he chose to use Ba'Tege for this. So far, it would seem the avatars of Dark and Light have been selected but there will be, or already are, five others. The four primal elements of Fire, Earth, Air and Water. And then Time."

"Yeesh, I don't want to see what the Time guy could do." Krillin made a face, to which 18 smiled.

"Quite...Is it just one race she chose because at the moment it's looking two of seven with saiyajins." Gohan glanced down at Vegeta who had shifted to his side, back to the group. The corner of his mouth twitched until he glanced at his father, whose dark eyes bore into him. He looked away sheepishly.

Shin shrugged his shoulders. "I can't say for a fact. Unfortunately, I will not be able to find her let alone speak with her directly. I've already attempted numerous times to reach her telepathically but it seems nothing more than dead space. I fear the worst in the case of her well being."

"So in general, an age old battle of the universe is coming to a head and it's on our doorstep. Well, that's great. I guess that means we have to find these other avatars and make sure they're on our side or how does this work exactly?" So far Bulma found it all understandable, it just seemed incredibly intense.

"If the avatars already are then yes, with the powers of darkness, Ba'Tege can influence and possibly corrupt the primal element avatars. The only one who won't be taking any sides is time. But if the avatars have not yet come to be, we may need to search for the other artifacts before he can find them. Though where they may be is debatable, the most likely place would be Other World I think. However, before we deal with that, we must stop Babidi. I can't stress that enough." The Sovereign and her work would have to wait for a later time. "We need to deal with one threat to the universe at a time."

"Sure, but I think we could all use a damn break to digest and rest." Piccolo snapped, eyes flicking to Turles than back to Shin. "We'll rest for the night and hunt down this Babidi in the morning."

"But-"

"No. Like you said, we're mortals. And mortals need rest."

"...Very well..."

~+~

Turles had retreated to his room and sat down on the floor in the corner. The fading light of the day filtered in, casting the room in a dim, orange glow. The others had made off to eat but his appetite was nonexistent. He couldn't think of anything other than what that scum had said. His chin rested on his knees as he covered his head with his hands, his tail curled around his feet. His mind drifted to the times before...

~+~

How he hated Frieza with an unbelievable passion. After a grueling seven months, he'd had their fifth cub, Snip. The boy had been born with an impressive power level but before he'd had five minutes with him, let alone a good look at him, off he went, shipped off to some far off world where he'd never see the boy again. The others were long gone too, and he had the hallow feeling in his gut that they had been sent off to places that were far from weak. It had been a growing trend that when newborn saiyajins had been born with a considerable bit of power, they were not only shipped to planets they were far from qualified to handle, but many of the times, before the parents could even get remotely attached. It had been the early signs of Frieza's paranoia of the super saiyajin legend.

Once the medics had moved on and left him alone, Turles let out his grief and frustration. Shortly after he had proceeded to breakdown, his mate Parsle had joined him. Parsle was a little short yet stout compared to him with a tuff of short messy hair on the top of his round head with his scruffy beard. Try as he might, no manner of comforting could console him. After a good hour of venting, Turles had curled up, feeling spent. He stared blankly at his mate who stayed by his side.

"Why do we do it...?" Turles questioned him.

Parsle stared at him before he took on a thoughtful expression, arms folded as he rubbed his furry chin. He gave up after a couple minutes. "Why do you ask me stuff when you know I can't answer half the time?" The consort smiled weakly.

"Dummy."

"Yuh, that's me."

After he dozed off, the exhaustion having caught up to him, he woke up to a lonely room the next day. He sat up slowly and looked around before he frowned. It looked like something had happened, a few medical trays had been toppled and part of the white curtain had been torn. Turles tried to think if he'd heard anything but he'd been totally oblivious in his dead sleep. He sniffed a couple times and even tried to feel for his mate, but he got nothing. He supposed that meant Parsle had gone off planet for a new mission. He growled low, that was another unbearable thing. Most saiyajins were in groupings, split from their mates and always in rotated shifts, leaving next to no time to meet.

But it had been a short time later that Turles had learned what really happened. The revelation came with the added news that he was suspended from his group and from undertaking missions altogether. An order from the council, more like by the king really, had seen fit to send Parsle to Alcaz for reasons no one seemed inclined explain. It had hit Turles hard and he was left dumbstruck.

Furious, he had made the mistake to have words with King Vegeta on the matter when the underhanded excuse came to surface. The queen, one of the few females that remained from an age long gone had been leaving the king quite put out. So naturally, he decided to take it upon himself to find one of the stronger consort saiyajins to lay claim to, yet another addition to his line of concubines. It was not a new practice actually, but Turles was horrified that he had been the one it happened to. At the time, he was considered one of the strongest as well as his brother, who had not only been off planet but was in the process of taking on a new burden of his own. Turles was the one the king decided would make a fitting mate, purely by default.

There was just the matter of getting rid of Parsle. Simply killing him wouldn't do though. With the mate dead, it gave him no leverage. Instead, he ordered his incarceration. It was by those means, it was easier to get more cooperation out of Turles. Submit, and maybe his mate would be free. Don't and he suffered. It was a 'between a rock and a hard place' scenario and he had little choice than to submit.

The months had been a nonstop living hell. Night after night, he had to endure the king's voracious appetite against his will. It made him ill to remember. At some point, he had become burdened with his sixth cub and the first ever light at the end of the tunnel had come in view. Frieza had yet to have the royal family and their concubines shipped around. His first chance ever to keep one of his cubs at his side had finally come.

Tarble had been born and Turles had doted on him happily for a short time.

Unfortunately, the boy's sweet, non-aggressive nature, which was bizarre for sire offspring had disgusted the king. It was by his order, not Frieza's, that the boy was sent off to a far away planet. It was then, despite the pride he felt as a saiyajin, that he grew despondent and resentful of his own kind. He hated the lot of them for their cowardice, for the ease with which they accepted not only Frieza's tyranny but their king's, the only ones who were spared his resentment were his kin though he even hated Bardock, who he felt then that the Fates had favored him more, thus sticking Turles with his miserable lot in life.

He remembered that on the last day of Vegetasei's existence, when the king had left the planet for the first time in ages to supposedly confront Frieza, his window of escape had been opened. He had started to flee, hindered for a split moment when the queen had been in his way. But she merely stared at him as she stepped aside. Turles had left Vegetasei shortly before the planet's demise and he never looked back. He left his people and Frieza's grip, he struck out on his own. He formed his own group bent on planetary conquest...with the side mission that he somehow find his cubs...

~+~

Turles whimpered into his knees. It had been forever and his personal mission had been a wretched failure. For the first time since he'd lost his sixth son, he let it out, sobbing quietly in the darkening room. Now he was on some backwards little planet, his mate and children presumably dead. His ship and crew gone. With his nephews, one of whom would be lonesome to have his own mate and offspring, who would be doomed to go without. And the other who was an utter disgrace to his heritage and a complete moron. With the brat of the bastard who had robbed him of his mate. The Fates were particularly brutal towards him it seemed.

He flinched when he heard the door open and went quiet. It was the namekian, it was hard to mistake his scent. Turles sat there, braced for some manner of ridicule. It had not escaped him that the namekian was nearly as hard and prideful as a saiyajin. It was admirable really, and part of him teased the green man that he'd been born to the wrong species, to which he was always given a snort. Thinking of the last time he had said that, he made a short, muffled guffaw into his knees, but otherwise stayed still.

"Don't think I didn't hear that." Came the deep grumble. "I take it you don't have any intention of eating."

Turles merely shook his head, erratic bangs swishing against his legs. He swallowed, nervously. He could feel that unblinking stare digging into him. The saiyajin screwed his eyes shut, praying that he didn't hear any damning questions or some empty-handed words of comfort. The silence lingered for a minute, before the sound of footfalls approaching him came. There was a rustle of cloth before he felt the presence sitting next to him. He relaxed for a second, somewhat confused. It took a little while before it dawned on him, to his surprise, that there weren't going to be any questions, no taunting. There was just a stoic, strong man who was simply there.

And it made him feel unusually at ease.

~+~

"Hey."

"What?"

"Chicken butt."

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you talking about?" Raditz turned from the kitchen counter to look down at Trunks who grinned despite the older man's confusion. The saiyajin had noticed the boy around quite a bit actually, almost as if he were being shadowed. When his youngest nephew was present, the prince's son was distracted. But now with Goten sleeping, thumb in his mouth and prancing through Dreamland, it seemed the purple haired shadow had returned. "Uh, speaking of butts, could you explain why you're always up mine?"

Trunks giggled like kids his age did. "Cause my dad said so."

"Cause your dad said so?" Was he going to have to slap Vegeta senseless while he slept? It wouldn't be the first time. Raditz shifted, leaning on the counter with one hand as he put his other on his hip. He felt tired, he fancied he would go pass out once he was done getting some answers. "What exactly did he tell you?"

The kid hummed. He figured Mr. Raditz would know what he was talking about. His father made it seem like it was something kind of normal. As he bounced onto the countertop, sitting with his legs swinging, he remembered the talk they had a couple of days ago. It had been about his heritage and what his father more or less expected of him...

~+~

"Trunks, we must talk..." Vegeta sighed, deciding that this 'talk' had to happen now rather than later. Before Bulma got around to implementing human habits into the boy for him to work out.

"'Kay!" Trunks stopped bouncing around in his super saiyajin form to hear his father out. When he turned to look at him, he was surprised by the nervous look on his face. So Trunks's eyes went wide with some panic, "I-Is somethin' wrong?"

"No, no..." Despite that assurance, the prince looked like he speculated on that for a second before he gathered his thoughts. The words were working against him. "This...is...not something easy to discuss. But it's basically the...the...Well, it's what you would look for as far as a mate goes."

Uh oh, adult stuff. Trunks blinked, uncertain why he was bringing that up. "Okay..."

"Trunks, saiyajins did not have 'girls', at least for a good bit of time before they were wiped out. So, there were saiyajins who were strictly men and those who...did the breeding. Kakarot is a sire, strictly male. As are Gohan and yourself...While I, and Raditz, Turles and Goten...are consorts. Breeders. It's not to say that you can't be with a human female...it's just that I would prefer that you not." Vegeta applied the most simple of terms he could muster. As much as being called a 'breeder' offended him, it did so for any dignified consort, he had to use it. He made a note to his son not to call them that though. "Your mother would probably prefer you with a girl, when you get older. But it would further dilute our mighty saiyajin bloodline and in this respect, be...disgraceful. But if it was what you wanted, I would deal with it. As best as my pride would permit."

His son stared at him, looking a little wide eyed and the staring caused him to sweat a little. Trunks glanced to the side, processing this information. "So...You want me to have a consort as my special person when I'm older?" Vegeta exhaled, hating that 'special person' nonsense Bulma used but he would accept it here.

"Yes..."

"So...I have to marry Goten?"

Vegeta coughed into his fist. "Well, as bizarre as it may seem to you-"

~+~

Raditz blinked at Trunks, who wasn't quite up to eye level with him as he stood up on the counter during his telling of the discussion. Then he started to look around in a fit. If that woman, Bulma, caught any of that, they would be a bunch of dead monkeys. A bunch of brutally beaten, bloodied dead monkeys.

"Relax...Dad told me mom would freak if she knew about any of this saiyajin stuff. Or at least me knowin' it. She might want to ask a billion questions rather than lose it."

The long haired saiyajin turned back to the boy, unnerved. So the kid was basically following his father's advice to consider him a mating candidate when he was older? In one respect, he could understand Vegeta's logic, on the other, he wanted to scream. He had well over twenty years on the boy, though from what he learned of human media, that was nothing actually. And when he thought about it, that was squat to their own culture as well. Some saiyajins had several decades over their mates, Raditz just never thought he would wind up being one, as tame as twenty years was to some of the stories.

It was also a pain. That was, at best, an eight year wait. Or, if he wanted to see the boy at peak maturity...Well, that wasn't a pleasant thought, even though he'd already gone over thirty years without a true mate as it was. What did more waiting hurt? He smoothed a hand over his face, huffing, "...I need a drink."

"Can I have one too?" Trunks tried puffing his chest out, striking a masterful pose. The saiyajin grunted, giving the kid a good natured wink.

"Maybe when you're old enough for courting."

End of chapter 7

I saw 'Plan to Eradicate The Saiyajins' recently, which was pretty good. I thought it was amusing though, that one of the ghosts with a grudge against the saiyajins...was Turles. So I used that some.

NO. There is not going to be any serious Trunks/Raditz shota-whatever the fuck that word is. I'm not into the kid-love thing that much. This is just cute Trunks being cute and trying to do his father proud too much while making Raditz sweatdrop profusely in the process. Shame on you if you thought otherwise.
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