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Breaking the Prince (Part 2)	By : Doog Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven
The skyline of the distant city glowed a sickly blue, partially blotted out by the tall line of military machinery and soldiers. When Vegeta and Nappa’s pods had smashed into the flat landscape minutes earlier, they had stepped out to find the Susumijin waiting.
These circumstances were not discouraging, as Vegeta had intended for the Susumijin to know that a formidable enemy was on its way. It appeared that the small band of survivors from the previous planet had succeeded in alerting the Susumijin of the impending attack. The survivors were nowhere to be seen, however, apparently moving on to the next planet to continue their warnings of imminent doom. At worst, this would have been an annoyance, as there were no races in this area of the universe that posed a serious threat to two elite Saiyajin. At best, it made Vegeta’s work much easier.
Instead of beating an entire galaxy into submission one defiant group at a time, Vegeta had learned the value of making examples of one or two key races. If things went exceptionally well, his chosen victims would manage to spread the terror of their obliteration to their neighbors. Upon his arrival at subsequent planets, Vegeta would find his intended victims eager to surrender rather than face a similar fate. Vegeta often marveled at the effectiveness of carefully-applied cruelty on the very weak or young. His victims’ indignant horror at his disregard for their feeble-minded ideals of mercy only spurred him to greater ruthlessness. There were many galaxies that were fruit ready to be plucked, wrought with soft spots and overripe with peace. Though it was disappointing to not always have to fight (sometimes he slaughtered them anyway), this strategy saved Vegeta from wasting time and effort on lowly races. More importantly, it freed him to take his time on more meaningful exploits: difficult missions that increased his power level. For four years now, he had been making tangible progress.
Initially, Vegeta’s intentions had been to leave Susumisei and its impressive technology partially intact, but the array of mobile cannons and metal-clad aliens towering before him indicated impending resistance. Vegeta nodded once at Nappa and they stepped forward. As they moved toward their enemies, Vegeta could hear an odd sound vibrating through the line of soldiers, increasing in volume as he made his calm approach. Once he and Nappa were within speaking range, they stopped to stare as an enemy soldier also stepped forward, presumably a leader.
The Susumijin were tall, dwarfing even Nappa by a couple of meters. Since they were from an area of space that had not been thoroughly scouted, the information on them was limited. Vegeta evaluated their stocky bodies and the leathery skin beneath their layers of armor. Their heads sat almost directly atop their broad shoulders, and their arms split at the elbow to form two sets of forearms and hands. Most of the soldiers present were armed with large hand-held cannons that glowed with the same energy as the buildings behind them. The leader’s chest shook with the same rumbling sound as he stood looking down at the Saiyajin, his weapon relaxed at his side.
“Just as the Osorejin said...no weapons,” the leader spoke with a voice that made use of his entire barrel chest, pausing to release a louder version of the rumbling. “An army with no men, and no weapons.” Now all of the soldiers were making a loud rumbling noise, and a muscle in Vegeta’s face twitched as he recognized the deep noise as laughter. It was obvious now why the Osorejin had not stayed to fight alongside their allies: the Susumijin were idiots.
Nappa fell into a fighting stance but soon relaxed when he looked to Vegeta and saw that his prince had not changed his casual demeanor. Vegeta smiled confidently, crossing his arms across his chest as he spoke. “I will remind you of that when you are begging for my mercy,” Vegeta called up. The noise grew much louder. As the army continued to laugh, Vegeta carefully removed his scouter and folded it into a concealed pocket in his armor. Understanding his plan, Nappa followed suit, mirroring Vegeta’s smug smile as he created distance between them.
“Big talk from such a puny creature!” The leader seemed to be ignoring them now, mostly turning to his men to encourage their laughter. After he turned back, he continued, “Let us see your terrifying attack. Show us the strength that our weakling neighbors have promised.”
“Tch.” Vegeta’s smile relaxed into a sneer as his audience distracted themselves with further jeering comments. Anger coiling tighter, Vegeta held his ground, slowly summoning his ki to his right hand as he growled in concentration. When the ki began to manifest as a glow around his fist, the Susumijin soldiers became quiet, captivated by the new phenomenon. After a few seconds, when Vegeta could feel the ki burning through his forearm and swimming around his fist, he turned to his side and launched the ball of ki into the night sky. Vegeta watched as the army tensed then froze, their heads following the ball as it came to rest several hundred meters above them. Its white glow in the clear sky was strong enough to illuminate the barren ground and the army below, much as if it were a real moon.
Moving past their initial surprise, the Susumijin returned to their grumbling laughter, some even pointing to the bright ball of energy with multiple hands and shouting new insults to the Saiyajin. Vegeta was no longer looking at or listening to his enemy. Panting from his sacrifice of energy, Vegeta held his gaze on the artificial moon above him, his vision already hazy as his eyes soaked in the Brutz waves.
Vegeta let his tail uncurl from his waist as he felt searing heat burn from its length through his spine, spreading quickly outward. His muscles tensed and bulged, much as they would have if he’d been flexing them, but they quickly enlarged past their normal limits. Vegeta could feel his body suit and armor constricting and then stretching around him as his bones suddenly jutted outward to support his bulkier mass. He growled as he felt his face push forward, the bones of his nose and mouth cracking and melding to form a snout. Vegeta’s teeth ached, elongating into full sets of fangs. His skin itched with the eruption of thousands of needles, his fur forming a sparse and then thick coat across the surface of his body. The changes were unstoppable, the stretching of his flesh matching the impossible expansion of his frame as he rose to two, four, six times his height and continued to grow. All of his energy was pushing outward, coursing from his tail to his extremities as the world around him fell away and shrunk. The smaller clumps of dirt beneath his feet crumbled, compressed by his increasing weight as he reached his full height of twenty meters. Vegeta’s senses, momentarily dulled by the shifting of his body, suddenly returned much sharper, more feral. He sucked in the cold night air, tasting the subtle scents that had been lost to him in his more evolved form, returning it as thick clouds of warm breath. His reddened vision focused on the now not-so-distant city, drawing him in as the only apparent target for his insatiable desire to destroy. The bulky muscles of his chest and shoulders flexed as he released an angry bellow, his urge for carnage echoed by his fellow Saiyajin beside him.
The bite of energy cannons interrupted a second roar, and Vegeta reflexively swept one large arm across the line of small aliens at his feet. Those that weren’t immediately crushed tried to retreat, but Vegeta stepped forward and pounded his fists together into the ground, destroying another large portion of the opposition. Once he gave into the destructiveness that radiated through him, the elimination of the army was a blur. It was not until Vegeta had stomped half-way to the city that he regained his composure. His anger at his disrespectful reception had been magnified by his animalistic instincts, but was now cooling with the elimination of the individuals responsible. He could see Nappa ahead of him, still rampaging with no sign of self-awareness. Nappa was unleashing a large beam of ki from his mouth, eliminating the pathetic stream of soldiers and vehicles now spilling out of the panicked city.
Though it was unnecessary to be composed on a planet which deserved to be leveled, Vegeta did not like to linger in the depths of his Oozaru instincts. To lose himself in the flood of violence until the artificial moon was extinguished meant waking up to a desolate world. His rampage, his defeat of a race, meant nothing unless he could see the pain in their faces. The twinge of anxiety he felt, gazing at each unknown planet, would not be satisfied until he knew that its inhabitants were afraid of him. He had to know that they belonged to him, that they knew him only for his strength and cruelty.
Leaping forward, Vegeta rushed to join Nappa, crashing into a structure roughly his height. The lighted cylinder of metal and glass collapsed around him, its lights shutting off as it was disconnected from its power source. The buildings were built in large concentric circles around what appeared to be a tall source of energy at the city’s center. The structures were joined at varying levels by a system of passageways and surrounded by thick metal snakes of tubing that erupted from the ground. Vegeta reached down to one of these metal lines and ripped it out, sending sparks of electricity and gas hissing up from the severed connections.
The passageways were clear enough that the Susumijin were visible inside of them as they tried to escape to the larger buildings. Vegeta grabbed one of these tubes next, snapping a large section free and shaking his victims out of it. Several landed on the ground below, injured by their fall and unable to run away before Vegeta snatched them up and squeezed them into pulp. He held them up to his face, watching their brittle bones poke through their thick skin as they elongated in his clenched fist. Bored with this, Vegeta forced an elbow into another building, extending his arm and sweeping his thick, clawed fingers through the contorting metal. The top of the building twisted away and fell to the ground below, crushing more victims. Nappa was roaring again somewhere beside him and Vegeta returned the call, pounding his chest and watching the glass walls nearby shatter from the vibration of it.
Vegeta continued his play, kicking out of the base of another building and making it collapse into its neighbor. A few more Susumijin appeared with cannons, but they were easily crushed. Vegeta and Nappa made their way through the city, efficiently destroying all obstacles until the only source of light remaining was the tallest, center-most building and Vegeta’s moon above them.
Meeting at their final target, Nappa and Vegeta worked together, punching into the thick walls of the structure three times their height. Portions of it flickered into darkness as they ripped chunks away. Vegeta curled his fingers around a piece of metal five times his normal height and flung it over his shoulder.
It wasn’t so much the size of his Oozaru form that he enjoyed. Size had never been a primary concern for him, as many of the most powerful beings, including Freeza, were about the same or only slightly larger than he was. Vegeta reveled more in the phenomenal increase of his power. Though it could not be measured by the convenient means of a scouter, he knew from his early childhood that a Sayaijin’s Oozaru form held roughly ten times the strength of its individual’s normal state. This meant his power level was now roughly at 170,000, which far exceeded the specifically-known power of any individual in the PTO. There were, of course, the power levels of those that were not measured or not disclosed, including that of Freeza. There were rumors, but Vegeta had his own theories. At most, he estimated that Freeza’s power level rested somewhere between two and three hundred thousand. This was mostly because Vegeta could not imagine Freeza being stronger than twice that of his Oozaru form, though it was difficult to compare since he had never fought Freeza, let alone while transformed. In any case, he was much closer to being Freeza’s equal as an Oozaru, and having a taste of something even resembling the possibility of vengeance was satisfying. It was only a taste, though, as it was almost strategically impossible to use his transformation to defeat Freeza. Vegeta felt strongly that his best tactic still lay with unlocking the Super Saiyajin within himself. Now that he was steadily increasing his power level again, he was only waiting for some event that would tip him into new and bottomless depths of power. Perhaps it would become as easy as his transformation into his Oozaru form: natural, effortless, and terror-inspiring.
The city’s last fortress of energy finally crumbled in Vegeta and Nappa’s hands. Once the light pollution from the city was gone, the dark sky above them began to glimmer with stars. Vegeta and Nappa continued the process of turning the leveled buildings to smaller pieces of debris, their victory recharging their hateful rampage. They were half-way through the city again when the darkness was interrupted by five red streaks passing unexpectedly across the sky above them.
Vegeta jerked his head up to watch the objects, unquestionably pods, pass overhead. The cool air around him seemed to still as he saw them disappear into the horizon. Nappa noticed too, turning to Vegeta after they had gone and asking in his deepened voice, “Do you think...?” His question trailed off, uncertain. The territoriality of his Oozaru mind screamed to attack the intruders, but Vegeta knew he had to consider this newest development clearly before acting. Despite the distraction of his instincts, he knew just as well as Nappa what the appearance of exactly five PTO pods could mean.
Turning towards the outskirts of the city, Vegeta focused on the artificial moon. Drawing a hand back, he forced a wave of ki through his arm as he swung it forward, hurling another, smaller globe. It crashed into the moon, creating a small explosion as it eliminated the floating source of Brutz waves. Almost immediately, Vegeta could feel his transformation begin to reverse. His power seemed to suck back in on itself, his abdomen a vacuum into which his borrowed bulk drained. His tail burned anew, but now from the lack of sustaining Brutz waves it required. The ground jumped up to him with dizzying speed, and his skin prickled as his fur fell away to be swept up by the wind. The resulting loss of energy, both from having created the moon and from reverting back to his normal self, left Vegeta feeling exhausted. He had to confirm his suspicions, however, and consulting his scouter was the only way to know.
Nappa groaned from a pile of rubble behind him as Vegeta pulled his scouter from where he had stored it. The stumps of the wrecked buildings now felt obstructively high around him, but he was able to focus the scouter in the direction the pods appeared to be heading. When the scouter locked onto the intended targets and bleeped, Vegeta’s stomach dropped as his worst forebodings were confirmed. There were five readings, four with power levels exceeding 20,000. Vegeta did not override the scouter to attain individual power level readings, as it was likely to malfunction when trying to read much higher than the 20,000 cap. No further confirmation was needed, anyway, since there was only one possibility: the Ginyu Force.
“It’s them,” Vegeta called back over his shoulder. His words were almost lost while Nappa used a small ki blast to kill a straggling Susumijin. “Tch,” he voiced to himself, searching his scanner for any messages to indicate why Freeza’s elite fighting force was suddenly showing up on a no-name planet in the outer reaches of the PTO empire.
“Why here? Why...now?” Nappa stepped up to his side, fitting his own scouter back into place.
Vegeta didn’t answer, but his scouter beeped as if to respond, announcing an incoming message. It was marked as both urgent and unknown in origin, making Vegeta’s brow tighten in a fight for composure. He quickly accepted the message before he could allow himself to speculate.
“I have received your signal,” Vegeta responded, monotone is his attempt to crush all emotion from his words.
“Vegeta-sama, we are reading your current location on Susumisei.” The voice was unfamiliar, so blissfully anonymous that Vegeta almost lost its words in his rush of relief. A few seconds passed before he could compose the simple expected affirmative.
“Correct...Susumisei.” Vegeta decided that inquiring directly as to presence of the Ginyu Force would probably yield poor results, so proceeded with false ignorance. “Are you requesting a report?”
“You and your team are to abort your mission and leave Susumisei immediately,” the communications peon replied.
“Under whose orders?” Vegeta countered, his concealed fear now washed aside by open annoyance.
“You and your team are to abort your mission and leave Susumisei immediately,” the voice repeated. Whoever was speaking would not respond to his question directly, but the answer was plain: the orders were from someone too powerful for it to matter. Vegeta clenched his teeth at the easy dismissal, but knew that it was ultimately pointless to inquire further. Freeza and the Ginyu Force were one and the same, the head and its right hand.
The voice said nothing more, and Vegeta could tell it was waiting patiently for him to realize that there was no other course of action but to confirm the order. “Understood,” Vegeta gritted out.
“Confirmed. Continue your next missions per previous authorizations,” the voice maintained its neutral tone. The signal was cut, and Vegeta stared blankly ahead of himself, his breath appearing and disappearing in front of him. Rage churned in his gut as he seethed in silence.
“Vege—” Nappa began to inquire, but he was cut off when Vegeta growled, flinging an arc of ki to his other side. The nearest architectural husk exploded, the heat of it reaching them only briefly. As the light from the smoldering remains died, Vegeta finally turned to look up at Nappa’s questioning expression. Sneering, Vegeta faced forward again and began walking over the rubble.
“We’re leaving,” he announced, his hands forming fists as he stomped forward.
“But, Vegeta-sama, what—” Nappa began to protest, but Vegeta was already launching himself into the sky. He didn’t have to look back to know that Nappa would follow him. It seemed that no matter which way he turned there was always someone at his back.
How dare the Ginyu Force interrupt his mission? Susumisei was his to conquer, and the Susumijin were his to punish. The insolent race deserved so much worse than what he had done, and his bloodlust transformed into hateful fury at the team that had disturbed him. The fact that there was no obvious reason for their presence fueled his anger. He and Nappa were capable of handling the Susumijin many times over, so why would Freeza send his special force? Was this simply another grievous misuse of resources for the purpose of shaming or distressing him? Freeza did have the tendency to disrupt Vegeta’s life every few years or so, some instances being more obvious than others. Every small misfortune made a corner of Vegeta’s mind suspect Freeza’s involvement, but he tried not to entertain unfounded paranoia. In this case he could be sure that Freeza was involved, but the possible reasons were so dumbfounding that it was just as frustrating as being unsure.
Vegeta landed next to his pod, which had still sitting at the bottom of the shallow crater created by its landing. Muscles painfully tense, he began to set the coordinates for the next planet in their long string of far-reaching conquests. He and Nappa were to meet with Raditz at a larger, more formidable planet after Raditz completed a side project along an alternate route. The possibility of recruiting a lost Saiyajin had seemed meaningless to Vegeta at the time that Raditz had proposed it, but it had been a relief to shed the company of the lower status warrior.
Vegeta sent the coordinates to Nappa, who was standing near his own pod. His comrade was silent now, recognizing that speaking would only heighten Vegeta’s anger. The door of Vegeta’s pod opened with a hiss and he stepped inside. He paused once to look over his shoulder, to see if there was any sign of the Ginyu Force. His scouter found them again easily, but they were far away and no longer moving, probably having landed by now.
When the pod door was shut behind him, he was surprised that a new feeling was swelling over his tension. He felt...relief. Was it relief that he would not have to face the Ginyu Force? Ordered to run away like a coward, is that what you wanted? His irritation renewed at the thought, but he had to admit things could have gone very badly.
The Ginyu Force could have been there to kill him. After all, Vegeta made a more formidable target than the entirety of the Susumijin race. Still, it would have been no real fight. Almost every member of the Ginyu Force was much more powerful than he was, so much so that Vegeta sometimes wondered why Freeza would allow five threatening individuals to form such a close squad. Assuming they each had a power level of at least 30,000 (excluding Guldo), their combined power levels easily approached Vegeta in his Oozaru form. There was no way to know what their power levels were exactly and they could have possessed twice if not more strength than that. Assuming their levels were on the higher end of his estimations, Vegeta hypothesized that they may have a chance against Freeza. He supposed that Freeza’s was a reasonable enough gamble in light of the cheerful loyalty that the members of the special force demonstrated. Vegeta had old memories of hearing that some had their home planets spared in exchange for their services, while others had been happy to turn against their own people. Perhaps their history didn’t matter, and their fear of Freeza was simply enough. Regardless, their motivations appeared to lie far from doing anything but serving Freeza. Vegeta shuddered as he remembered his childhood proximity with the tyrant and the several times he had seen the Ginyu Force report. The contrast of their supposed power with their flamboyant, eager attitudes had sickened Vegeta long before he learned of Freeza’s betrayal. Vegeta had actually been relieved that he was not expected to join their ranks, prestigious though they may be; he had been happy to remain in special distinction at Freeza’s side.
Vegeta distracted himself from this memory by taking a last look at the collapsed remnants of the Susumijin city before his pod left the planet’s surface. He reflected with disgust at how arrogant the Susumijin had been, how they had been so blindly confident in their weapons. Technology was nothing in war when its creators lacked the fortitude and intelligence to apply it strategically.
Vegeta felt his heartbeat increase, the way it did when he instinctually knew that he was close to some deeper understanding. He held his breath, turning the thought over and inspecting it before he realized why it had struck him. The Susumijin’s technology. Was that why the Ginyu Force had arrived? The Susumijin hadn’t taken their ally’s warning seriously, so perhaps they had not yet revealed the true extent of their weaponry. In the case that they truly were too much for Vegeta and Nappa to handle, why would Freeza send the Ginyu Force to save them? There had to be some other purpose...preventing Vegeta from discovering the weapon for himself? That seemed more likely than the intention of removing him from danger.
Freeza knowing about such a possibility on a distant, un-scouted planet didn’t fit Vegeta’s theory initially, until he considered that scouters could be monitored remotely. There may have been something in the data collected automatically by the scouter, something that could have indicated the presence of a special sort of energy. There was also the possibility that his target planets were being scouted ahead of him, but unofficially and covertly. This idea fit better with the time frame in which the Ginyu Force had interrupted his mission. They had arrived only hours behind him and Nappa.
The idea that Freeza could fear anything, especially a weapon, should have been encouraging, but Vegeta could only fixate on the possibility of a lost opportunity. If he had been so close to technology that could have closed the gap between his and Freeza’s powers...if he had smashed it with his bare hands... Vegeta’s temples began to pound along with his heart.
The concept of using technology to defeat his enemy raised a new question. Would he allow himself to resort to such measures to attain his vengeance? Freeza had certainly used technology to torment him, so the yet-unconsidered possibility held a definite appeal. Vegeta imagined Freeza writhing in the agony of the K.R.I. device, but had to stop when memories of his own pain soured his pleasure.
There was not much to be done differently as he continued his missions. Since there was no way to know if or how closely his actions were being scrutinized, he had to proceed under the assumption that he was at least being monitored. This was nothing new, but having a fresh reminder still stung. More importantly, he had to keep his eyes open for new possibilities and consider unlikely sources of power. Surely the universe was as depthless in its possibilities as his Saiyajin blood.
Vegeta knew that fear should have lingered with him from the near-encounter with Freeza’s men, that he should be discouraged by what their presence indicated. He knew well himself the power that fear could have, how it could topple multiple worlds in turn once it was set into motion. He knew that to act on fear sometimes meant surviving when others died. He knew it would be wise to listen to the fear prickling through him. His pride simply would not allow it.
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