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A/N: This story will become pretty dark just to let you all know. This is an A/U Fic. Where the Saiya-jins have been living on earth for quite a while (Population about 1,000). Frieza is dead, Cell and the androids never existed either. Most of the story in the next chapters will take place from something like a concentration camp.
Finding Hope
I can remember it all to clearly. The fear, the anger…the day that the Earthlings decided to rid their planet of the Saiya-jins.
250 AD 11:32 PM. Tuesday
The sun's final rays disappeared behind the horizon leaving the world in darkness for another 12 hours. Several dark rain clouds began to roll in occasionally lighting up the world with flashes of lightning.
Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall of the house leaving a large dent as a reminder of his power. He grit his teeth together and pounded on the door again, "Common woman! Open the door!" He shouted frustrated at being locked out of his own home.
'Wait… didn't she say… grrr… She's probably not home.' He thought angrily plunging his hand into his blue jeans pocket and pulled out a key, "Don't know why I didn't think of this in the first place…" He growled unlocking the door.
Movement behind him stopped him from opening the door slowly he turned around.
"Who are you?" He growled baring his teeth.
11:45 PM.
Goku woke with a start, cold sweat dripped off his brow and onto the sheets. In the back of his mind he could feel someone's Ki flickering in and out of existence.
"Vegeta…" He breathed standing up, "What's going on out there?" He whispered finding his shirt.
11:54 PM
Vegeta could feel himself wavering on the edge of consciousness; the immense pain in his right arm and head was the only thing telling him that he was alive. Someone had just arrived and was now standing next to him. His vision was getting blurrier and all he could make out was what appeared to be an orange Gi.
"Kakaroto," His voice gargled in the back of his throat from the blood pooling in his mouth, "Get… away…" He coughed choking on his own blood.
Suddenly his eyelids felt heavy and slowly he began to close them drifting into the welcoming darkness…
11:55 PM
"Vegeta!" Goku cried spotting the man crumpled up on the floor just inside the front door of capsule corps. Blood pooled around him from where his right arm used to be, an open wound on the back of his head gushed even more blood onto the carpeted floor. Goku stumbled forward and knelt down next to Vegeta, the knees of his gi immediately soaked through with the crimson liquid.
"Vegeta? What happened?" He whispered.
"Kakaroto," Vegeta gargled blood began to seep out the corner of his mouth, "Get… away…"
Goku swallowed touching Vegeta's neck, a slowly sigh escaped his lips and he pulled his hand away bowing his head.
Vegeta was dead.
South City Boundaries, Thursday 9:45 AM
"Vegeta's dead."
"I couldn't save him Pic."
"Son, what have I told you about calling me 'Pic'?" The tall Namek growled folding his arms over his chest.
Goku sighed bowing his head, "Sorry Piccolo, guess I forgot."
"Who do you think could have taken Vegeta out that quickly?" Piccolo asked changing subjects.
"I don't know." Goku said lifting his head keeping his eyes on the ground.
Piccolo narrowed his eye ridges in thought, he could tell that Goku was about to break down and it wasn't because of Vegeta's death.
The Namek's face softened slightly, "You know Son, there has to be some reason for all of this. Why don't you use the Dragon balls to wish them all back?"
Goku lifted his eyes off the ground, "I can't." He whispered softly.
"Why not?" Piccolo growled becoming slightly agitated.
"They've already been wished back once." Goku answered solemnly.
Piccolo shook his head, why hadn't he thought of that in the first place?
"And," Goku continued, "The Earthlings are planning something, Piccolo."
Piccolo raised an eye ridge, "Planning what?"
Goku gritted his teeth together, "They're planning on exterminating all Saiyans… Maybe… Maybe that is what's going on…"
"That's absurd!" Piccolo snapped, "How can they do that?"
Goku shook his head, "I'm not sure. I think they've all gone crazy, Pic."
Piccolo narrowed his eyes then sighed, "That would explain a lot."
"I still can't believe that you haven't heard about it yet. I mean, Dende hasn't even told you anything?"
Piccolo scowled, "You're forgetting that I have just gotten back, Son. And all Dende said to me was to come and talk to you."
"Oh." Goku smiled sheepishly and Piccolo could tell right away it was forced, "So how was New Namek?"
Piccolo raised his eyes up to the sky, "Nn… Peaceful. I probably should have stayed there if I new all of this was going on. Or maybe I should have come back sooner…" His eyes fell back onto the man standing in front of him, "Maybe he would still be alive then."
Goku's eyes darkened slightly, "Nothing could have been done, Piccolo. Everyone… We all tried to save him but he was just to far gone."
Piccolo scowled, "How could you say that? He was your own son!" He hissed baring his teeth briefly.
"We tried to…" Goku hung his head, "The sensus were all gone and… he… he knew that…"
Piccolo sighed, "Son… you don't have to say anymore."
Goku shook his head, "It was all we could do, just sit back and watch… him… bleed…"
"What about the others?" Piccolo said desperately wanting to change the subject, "How'd…"
"How'd they all die?" Goku said running a shaky hand through his hair.
Piccolo nodded.
"Goten disappeared with Trunks soon after Gohan's… death. Vegeta found them somewhere in the mountains torn apart…
We couldn't figure it out… They were only five, Piccolo."
Piccolo's eyes widened briefly, "What could have done that to them?" He grunted.
"That's what I can't figure out." Goku sighed.
"What triggered this whole thing with the humans?"
"Wait… you don't think that…?" Goku's eyes widened at the thought and Piccolo nodded, "I think that it was because they found out about our past…" Goku whispered.
"You mean about Frieza?" Piccolo grunted.
Goku nodded, "They're probably worried that we'll do something like, blow up their planet… It makes sense…" He whispered casting his eyes to the ground, "So they are carrying out their plan."
"Son," Piccolo murmured then straightened up, his mouth pulled back into a scowl, "I'm sure that you can stay up at the lookout, you know… until this whole thing with the earthlings blows over. Dende wouldn't care."
Goku shook his head, "I can't do that Piccolo, what about the others that can't hide?"
Piccolo turned away, "Do what you want, but if you happen to need any help," He looked over his shoulder, "You know where to go." And with that he flew off back to the lookout.
Goku swallowed watching the vapor trail left by Piccolo vanish. Slowly he turned around and flew back home.
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