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Life is ironic	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Lord Vegeta, yes it held quite an empowering ring to it. Since the day he sat upon the throne the people believed he would bring a great change to the lands. They believed he would free them all from the fear and oppression they suffered under Frezia. They all looked upon him in great awe and revere. How quickly they learnt their admiration and beliefs were wasted. He lived to his word. He used his power and a legion for his own personal vendetta, his feud was to demolish the people of their happiness. To conquer them crush their spirits, and rule their souls. To say he ruled with an iron fist was putting it lightly. He was a destroyer, a man whom made orphans of many, a man who took many loved ones away, and laughed at their miserable misfortune. He lived to see the tears to drink in their sorrow, to see the blood drip from his blade and taste its victorious warmth. He loved the fear his men showed him, they trembled and quaked as he passed by. Only years ago all trembled but one, the one named Yajirobi.

The fool believed he the lord was a friend to him all because he shared in his secret. He quickly fixed that problem, he sent the fool to his god. He had no choice in the matter. When he saw the short fat man he would remember his old lover Broli, the man had to be gone. He couldn't just let the man leave no it would have made him look soft. He had to kill him in cold blood. Only a week of being the new lord he walked in the hallways and he'd seen him standing amongst the other's doing their duty, standing. He removed his sword using it like a cane as he continued to walk pass the rows of guards. Once he was beside Yajirobi he stopped the fat man smiled at him. Tilting his head to the side he quickly thrust the sword into the man's chest feeling the tip of the blade abruptly come to a halt by the marble wall. He saw the smile become wide of shock and he smirked at the fat man. No words were said between the two, there wasn't anything to say. The removed his blade when he felt the dead weight occupy it. Looking at the other guards shock and shake in fear he simply shrugged. "I was bored." Were the words he spoken to justify his kill. He reached out to the fat man ripping off a piece of his clothing he cleaned his blade. Once he was done he tossed the piece of fabric upon the fat man's face. He walked away. Yes that was several years ago maybe four he lost count.

Coming back to the scene at hand he was sitting down elbows on the table resting his chin on them. He was watching his new generals argue and piker on the best way to conquer this new territory. Apparently there is a group of mere cowards that ran from war growing in numbers. They all gathered in the capitol of Rugus to fight off his army and personally take him out. He would naturally win, he was untouchable. Many assassins, warriors, even priests have tired to kill him. They all perished into a pit of fire no markers for their resting place, he dishonoured them all any who oppose him will never be honoured with a grave, or proper sending off just turned to ashes to pile on top of the others who was foolish enough to go against him. It was how he proclaimed it. A fist slammed onto the table bringing Vegeta back to the task at hand. He sharply shifted his gaze to the man not appreciating the brutality of his furniture. Soon they will learn their places. Right now he just wanted to murder them all. They fought like brats arguing whose toy was better. He scoffed at them, sizing them all up again, just for a reminder why he had chosen them.

He looked at his new stock of generals standing around the table. He collected them all from other lands. They hailed from east, west, north and south. They came from different creeds, accents, and colours. But it did not matter to him. It was their abilities he cared for. The first on his right was the first of the new group of generals. He was tall, strongly built, his skin was the colour of the night, and thick as mud. His hair was a mess of long strains clumped together, he had several coloured beads scattered amongst the locks. He never bothered to ask what they called them he didn't care enough to know. The side of the man's face was covered in synchronizing scars given to him by his tribe as a sign of warrior. He was scruffy looking, but then again he did get the man from a bush quite literally. They found him tied to a tree sitting in the bushes on their campaign of domination. He was covered in this sweet substance to be eaten by the wildlife. He asked him to release him so he could fight and take his vengeance. He also told Vegeta he was the greatest warrior in his tribe, and he will forever be loyal to him. Any other time Vegeta would have just left him to die, but feeling somewhat good he gave him a condition. He told the man to fight two of the remaining generals at the same time in a battle to the death and if he won he will live and become his new general and right hand man. He won to Vegeta's surprise and shouted his name to his new lord. He name is Zuba, a fierce fighter in hand to hand combat and steel weapons. His special weapon was a spear.

Next to Zuba was Yaakov, Vegeta picked him up from the north. He was a barbarian and looked the part of one excellently well. He was short, tanned, and very muscular. His dirty brown hair passed the length of his shoulders. He had a strong squared jaw with big wide eyes, and small lips. His nose was crooked due to Vegeta himself breaking it not too long ago. The fool challenged him for a spot in his army and to show Vegeta his abilities with his axe. Yes the man lost but the fight gave Vegeta a rush so he allowed the man to join. A time later Vegeta made the man a general because Yaakov showed such bloodlust and enjoyment on the battlefield that rivalled his own. Yes Yaakov was not a smart man, but his brute strength was welcomed into his ranks.

Across Yaakov stood Yu Yong a man of high stature. He was an average heighted man and his skin was very pale. He was lean and fit. His black hair was always tied tightly on top of his head in a long bun. He wore his traditional armour of his people. There were many layers of fabric and held tightly to his body by his armour. It made the man look bigger than what he truly was. It was the helmet that he would wear on the battlefield that would give him the air of height and power. That was how he met that man. It was a fierce battle, the people of those lands used weaponry he had never seen before. It was long, harsh and much bloodshed on both parties but he won that battle. He ordered his men to wipe out the rest of the enemy. Amongst a circle of his men stood a lone man fighting to keep his life. Many of Vegeta's men lay dead at that man's feet, no less than fifty. He had a weapon they called a polearm. It was a long bronze pole with a very sharp thick sword blade attached on the top. It was a very impressive and menacing looking weapon. The man swung, and sliced with a great precision that would make any warrior envious. He halted his men. He gave the man an ultimatum. Join as his general and personally train him how to use such a weapon or die. Being the smart man he was he joined and gave an oath of loyalty to Vegeta.

The last was a man that was always mistaken for a mere servant. He looked pitiful. He was tall, skinny, and frail. His skin was pale and covered in orange spots all over his body. All his hair on his body was the same colour of the spots. He was a thief and a damn good one at that. He had snuck into Vegeta's room countless times taking anything of value for weeks before he was caught by a mere fluke on Vegeta's part. Vegeta sentenced him to death at first. He wanted the man to be tortured until he gave the locations of his valuables, and then burned with the other ingrates. The dungeons were the most secure place in the palace but it did not hold that man. Vegeta was furious about the escape of the man. The next day as Vegeta sat on his throne the man walked in with a guard walking behind him. The man held a bag in his hand and offered it to him explaining he came here of his own will, and he brought all of his belongings back. He also explained how he escaped. Being impressed with the man he allowed him to join. He was Vegeta's informant he could not fight but he was quick and easily mingled with others and would tell Vegeta of their army and weaponry. His real name was never given but he went by the name of Furtif.

Vegeta was taken out of his own musings once again by the thunderous voice of Zuba. "We should take the army head on and demolish them like we always do!"

"I agree with Zuba, we are strong and many. They would all perish under my axe." Yaakov shouted lifting his battle axe to the sky.

"I do not agree with either of you fools. This is a different situation. We are not just dealing with an army but a rebellion as well. The numbers will be great." Yu Yong was growing weary of the duo. Their egos were far much bigger than their minds. "Zuba. Yaakov leave the thinking and planning to me and the lord. Your fragile minds are unable to comprehend simple tactics. All you know is how to swing your weapons with little skill."

"Yellow skin, watch that tongue of yours before I cut it out and eat it!" Zuba growled at Yu Yong.

"Yes just add to your flaws and your barbaric ways mongrel!"

"When did a war council become such a primitive way to bash one another?" Furtif added keeping one arm crossed and one hand by his face a thumb holding the front of his chin.

"Like you are any better you pale orange freckled freak. All you do is sneak around and steal like a loathsome snake. You are such a coward!" Yaakov yelled pointing an angry finger at Furtif.

"At least I have manners and far much superior to a mindless barbarian such as you. You are no better than a common chimp." Furtif shot back.

Vegeta stood and roared at his generals. "Enough! Stop this nonsense. I tire of you're pity rivalry. None of you compare to me! It was because of me you live and so well to put it frankly. I will not have this at my table again. The next time you bring such foolishness to me I will kill you all. Understood?" Vegeta glared at his generals. They all nodded their heads to the command of their lord. "Now back to what we were discussing. Furtif tell me what you have learnt of Rugus's army."

"The terrain is mountainous, and we are only three days away from arriving to their capitol. They have high brick walls surrounding the city with many archers covering the top of the wall. The army is distant based, they are not trained for hand to hand combat, and they are not trained to use their close range weaponry. Their main weaponry is catapults, and archery."

"Hmm then we should prepare our long range weapons." Yu Yong suggested.

"What about the rebels who joined them. How many are there, and what is their base of attack?" Zuba asked.

"The rebels from what I have seen are plenty perhaps a few thousand. But they are not very coordinated. They fight amongst themselves on who is the leader of their band. They are more close range based and only a few have skill." Furtif placed his hand on the map to show an area behind the capitol. "They are all here, inside a cave deep in the mountains."

"Then we should not worry too much about these fools. Already they hide in a cave. They ran from battle before they may do so again." Yu Yong added.

"If not I shall take those cowards down one by one with my mighty axe!" Yaakov boasted.

"I suggest we climb the west passageway. Use our long range weaponry until they run out of their own ammunition. We would have a bounty being on the mountain. We would have unlimited supply of boulders to use. Then bust in the gate and take them down."

"I agree with Yu Yong, it seems like a good plan." Furtif agreed.

"Furtif how long do you think their supply will last? What did you see?" Zuba questioned.

"They have enough boulders for a day. The supply of arrows would perhaps last two days the most."

"Hmm that could become annoying and bothersome." Vegeta bit the tip of his thumb. "I want to do this in the quickest way possible. Yes Yu Yong your plan dose sound good but you did not include two important factors one is the air is thin and the wind bitter cold on top of an mountain. The other is the rebels. They may be more bothersome then you all give them credit for. Furtif you say they are in a cave in the mountain behind the capitol correct?" Furtif nodded his head to Vegeta. "Hmmm how long will it take you to go back and scout the cave very thoroughly?"

"On horse back and alone it will only take three days my lord."

"This is what you will do. Take the quickest route there but we will not meet you back here. Instead I want you to meet us here in five days." Vegeta pointed out a spot by a river behind the mountain holding as the rebel's base. "If you hear their plans of attack then inform me, but I strictly want you to map out that cave and tunnels in your mind understood?" Furtif nodded and bowed to Vegeta quickly leaving the tent.

"My lord what is your plan?" Zuba asked. The other two leaned in closer looking at their lord for answers as well.

"You will find out soon enough. For now let the army know by the second night I do not want any fires. The smell will give our position to the archers on the wall. It is bad enough they know we are coming. I do not want any of them to know where we would strike as well." Vegeta pointed one more time where their final stop will be. "Once we reach our destination and hear from Furtif you will know the plan. For now inform the men and leave me be."

Vegeta's generals bowed and turned to leave. Only one stayed behind. "What do you want Zuba? Did I not give you an order to leave?" Vegeta snapped

"Yes lord Vegeta you have, but I and the others have been noticing something that I wish to ask you about."

"You truly do not fear death do you Zuba?"

"My people are born ready to die lord."

"Humph, I should have left you for the animals to consume." Vegeta crossed his arms scowling at the dark skinned man waiting for him to ask his question. But all he did was look at him. Fully annoyed Vegeta snapped at the man again. "Well ask your puny question!"

"We've noticed how you would drift off to another world very often and we want to know are you well?"

"What do you mean am I well! I breathe, I am fine. Such a foolish wasted question"

"Lord Vegeta I mean your mind, are you still sane?"

"Yes I still am sane! How dare you ask me such rubbish? A man cannot dwell on old things without being question on his sanity!"

"Sorry lord Vegeta, then may I suggest on helping your wandering mind?"

"And what would that be oh healer?"

"Bed a woman. No one heard of you taking a lover since you've became lord. Maybe it will keep your mind occupied from the past events my lord so your mind could stay on future endeavours."

"Leave Zuba, leave now, before I forget why I keep you around and tie you back to that tree in the bush! And I will not just cover you in a sweet substance I will gut out your belly and watch as you are devoured!" Vegeta stood and slammed his fists on the table, a silent challenge to Zuba, to try and push his luck. Zuba however did not take the challenge on. He bowed his head and stepped away from Vegeta leaving the lord to his own doings.

Vegeta watched the treating back of his general until he was finally out of his tent. Scowling he sat back down on his chair studying the map over. Glaring harshly at the bold written words of the capitol he will demolish. Removing his dagger from it's holder he slammed the dagger in the middle of the capitol on the map. Soon it will be under his thumb just like the rest that fell under his power and might. He would take that simple solitude joyous city and transform it into a place of despair and oppression. No he did not just want the land for their bounty of sliver. He has heard the saying of the land from the people who'd visited the place. They called it a haven amongst the clouds, that the gods themselves blessed the land and the people. Oh how he will take that all away. How dare they say such things and not expect one such as him to take it away. They were fools.

Growing tired of his self inflicting brooding he stood, stretching out his cramped muscles. Scanning the tent and the possessions it held. It was not as much or lavish as many would believe he held in here. He had a war council table with one chair at the head of the table just like he had in the palace. The reason why he would only have one chair is so his generals knew their place. That they were no where near his status, that they were not equals. No he made sure they knew they were nothing but mere dogs to him and could be disposed of as such. The tent held a simple cot for him to lay with a trunk of extra clothing. The last object was a shelf that held his armour, which was neatly placed on each of the shelving. Beside the shelf was a full body mirror, so he could properly place on his armour. No more and no less, he did not like to travel heavily he liked quick packing and setup.

He gazed upon himself in the mirror seeing how aged he looked. He was only twenty-three but his tired eyes would give him the age of a man of his thirties. Relaxing his face from his ever present scowl he studied himself harder moving closer to his reflection. Yes his face relaxed still remained youthful but yet again his eyes aged him. Studying his fully matured body he grunted. He hated his height he stopped growing at seventeen. He always seemed to be one of the shortest of the group even Yaakov was slightly taller than him. It had its advantages of course. Many men underestimated his abilities and skill mistaking him for a mere child in his first battle. How he made them eat their words. He was fast and agile, he understood the human body more than others, and he always planned ahead. He was trained to be a swift intelligent killer, and he never stopped his learning. He was always training and learning new techniques which made him even more deadly. The only other thing that changed was his build. Before he was slender with a few muscles but now he bulked up compared to how he was. All around his body was a few inches bigger and much defined. It was because of his training and the nutrition he was getting, not the feeble scraps he use to get. The extra weight did not slow him down the slightest but made his impacts a force to be reckoned with.

Zuba and Yaakov stood on the jagged icy rocks overlooking the entire camp enclosed by the mountain. The wind was bitter cold but the stone willed warriors didn't move or make a complaint. The area was surrounded by valleys, mountains, and rocks. The rivers turned into blocks of ice and just a dusting of snow covered the land. The sun was soon setting which meant the temperatures would drop. It did not matter what season they choose to come the weather would be the same bitter cold at night, and chilly in the day. All that mattered was if they were prepared properly with food, clothing, and many long tents made with leather out siding and wool inside to house two hundred men each. Vegeta made sure it was to those very specifics for it would keep the men alive. It worked by having each man spooned against one another to keep body heat, the wool would trap as much of the heat inside as for the leather would block the elements. For Zuba he was always impressed by Vegeta's intelligence and hindsight. He been only on four campaigns under him and seen how quickly he could switch and formulate plans to work in his favour. But his lord was also very cold hearted and ruthless. He cared only for his own benefits, if his men died in battle he didn't even care. Now if one were to die beforehand and by a misguided commander orders Vegeta would lose it. He would make a public display of humiliation not just the commander but the whole squadron of that commander and once he grew bored he would kill them and leave them for the scavengers of the land. But he admired Vegeta all the generals did. It was close to hero worship. Funny he thought they all must be mad every one of them.

"What do you think Vegeta got planned?" Yaakov broke the silence between them. He shifted his eyes to Zuba waiting for an answer.

"Who am I to know? But I know this. It will be just like the rest of his plots. Successful."

"Yeah one thing's for sure. He is damn smart for a kid."

"He would kill you for saying that." Zuba chuckled

"Yeah he would, he kill us all if we gave him a reason. I'm surprised he didn't gut you today." Yaakov crossed his arms and chuckled at the image of the man beside him being gutted by their lord.

"Ah so am I Yaakov. Me asking him if he was still sane. Bah! We are all mad Yaakov. We enjoy the battle, we love the bloodlust, and we follow another mad man because he will always give us what we crave."

"Do you ever want to take his place?" Yaakov and Zuba turned to the unwelcomed intruder. Yu Yong.

"No, do you yellow skin?" Zuba retorted

"No, it will be a dishonour to my family if I go against my oath. I swore my loyalty to Vegeta no other."

"As have I. I may be a crazed man but I never go back on my word." Zuba glared at Yu Yong daring him to call him a liar. Yu Yong turned his head to the only one who did not answer the question. Zuba followed his gaze.

Yaakov frowned. "Do you think I want to? I already tried unknowingly. As a barbarian we challenge a ruler never giving a true reason we would say as a show of skill. We fight and if we win we kill them and take over. And looking at my crooked nose and seeing me as a follower I lost and badly at that. So now I follow my better. Would I try again? No thank you, I like living and I like killing. So why would I. I have everything I need. A warm bed, food in my belly, furs on my back, men to kill, and women to satisfy my needs." He shrugged his shoulder and looked back at the setting sun.

"Then why do we fight one another? We all enjoy what we have, and what we do." Yu Yong asked.

"Ha-ha you know yellow skin you may be on to something." Zuba smirked.

"Brothers Zuba?"

"Brothers Yu Yong."

"Aye. Brothers we all will be. We are only missing Furtif" Yaakov yawned turning towards the others. "Well I do believe I will be heading for some relaxation before the sun rise tomorrow morn. You know how Vegeta loves to take such long hikes in the wee morning hours." The others agreed it was going to be a long five days with little breaks until they reach their destination. The only thing that would save them was the horses only the four generals and the lord would ride on them. The soldiers were made to walk with the beasts of burden that carried their heavy artillery.

The hike was hard and tedious. It took the whole five days to reach their destination. As the generals knew Vegeta did not take many breaks. No he pushed on forward through the cold and snow refusing to stop more than an hour at a time. The men were tired but knew not to complain. Vegeta held no pity for any man not even himself. The men marched with nothing but fear to keep them going. The camp setup was quicker than any other before hand. The men immediately settled for rest ignoring their gnawing hunger.

Vegeta was back in his chair waiting for his generals to show. He gave them permission to cook their meat. Now that they were in the desired location what ever smell left his camp could be easily blamed on the rebels. He waited for another hour before he finally watched his generals come forth and gather around the table taking their spots. Zuba, Yaakov, Yu Yong, and Furtif they all bowed to him. Something seemed off the heavy air between them all was gone. "What had transpired between you all?"

"We have all came to the conclusion we all want the same things in life, and we agreed and declared that we are all brothers." Yu Yong explained.

"What are the things you want in life?" Vegeta was fully on guard

"We all know you are the best, and you provide everything we need and desire in life. You provide battle, women, and so much more my lord. So to better serve you we placed our backgrounds aside and became brothers." Zuba answered.

"Very well. Furtif tell me about the cave." Vegeta gave his utmost attention to Furtif.

"My lord there is only two exits. The entrance which is only big enough to fit four men through at a time, and the other just over here on the side." He pointed to a place on the mountain that had a flat surface. "It is small. I had just fit through the opening. There is a…" Vegeta cut Furtif off with a wave of his hand before Furtif could utter another word.

"Great, now here is the plan. Zuba and Yu Yong I want you both to take six hundred men tomorrow night and pile boulders above the entrance and build high fire pits. Yaakov you will take a hundred strong men and setup the catapults. Furtif go inside the castle walls dress as an archer and sabotage as many bows as you can so once they pull back the rope will snap. I want this all done tomorrow night and I want it to be quiet and fast before the sun rises. Then once everything is done return here in the morning and you will have my attack plan. Now leave fill your belly and rest as well as the men." Vegeta ordered.

"Yes lord Vegeta!" they shouted in union. Bowed and left to do as instructed by their lord.

Okay yes finally im at where vegeta is evil muahahahhahahahahahhahahahaha

V- Muahahahaha

K-Muahahahahha

B- boooooooo im fucking dead lady! you killed me!

V- oh yeah! you killed my sexy god like man brolli! and you spelt his name wrong tsk tsk

Vs- Damnit i had to! this is a vegeta/kakarott story but i love you Brolli i made you a really great man!

K- yay me! but im not even there yet! im not even hinted towards

F- don't feel soo bad brolli she killed me off to

B- don't talk to me you slime *** Brolli super blasts Frezia out of the picture*** BEGONE!BWAHAHAHAHHAH

V- Why can't i just have brolli and kakarott? you know both of them?

***** Brolli & Kakarott sweat drops and stares at Vegeta*****

V- *sweat drop o.0* I mean how dare you kill brolli and make me that bafoons over there!

Vs- You know both of them that seems pretty hot... **serisouly thinks long and hard**.. hmmmm lets ask the readers

should i do a steamy 3 some?

V and B- NO!

K- yes yes yes
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