Disclaimer- I do not own DBZ, this will have violence, blood, gore, and yaoi.
Recommended list- I recommend a song to listen to with this chapter 'Humbling River' By Puscifer, Really good song.
Chapter 1
Screams, shouts, fire; the strange land disarrayed by war, explosions lighten up the blacken skies, smoke and ash covered the streets, bodies of the unclaimed dead littered the destroyed parks. The city crumbled down, tower by tower, resembling more of a garbage heap then the lively city it once was.
The sounds of the oncoming enemy moving in shook the ground, the heavy artillery tanks growling as they moved forward, the echo of synced steps made the opposing warriors scurry; all but one.
He remain, kneeling among the debris hovering over a body, a loosely rolled cigarette held in place by clenched teeth, his powerful weapon cocked and ready; he remain. His body swayed as the tanks moved in closer, he could vaguely hear the enemy spill his name from its mouth. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, flicking it to the air, listened as the burning ash hissed, his black eyes opened, sparing one last glance to the body below he stood.
The leather jacket hissed and crinkled as he moved, tightening his fist, cracking his tired and weary bones, the scent of blood filled his nostrils, he twitched. The tanks halted, the footsteps stopped, and he knew this was the very end. "Lets get this over with shall we?"
"Your resistance put up one hell of a fight Saiyan, but alas its time to put it to an end."
He remain unmoving slowly giving his executioners a look over, surprisingly enough a small smile tugged his lips; funny he thought, everything he had been dragged through his whole life he lived, but this, this was his end. He lived through all the beatings, wars, and assassination attempts with Frezia and fought tooth to nail to live. He spared a glance over to his chosen; a man he was going to bond with once this war was over, he mourned, Brolly… He growled baring his teeth, pulling his weapon up, ready to die, ready to take all others with him, if it be his time, then he be damned if he was going alone!
Two lone plasma grenades caught his attention, and he watched as it moved like a god sent towards the enemies. A hand wrapped around his bicep yanking him down. "Duck for cover fool!"
He slammed down to the earth below, screams once again filled the silence accompanied by the powerful bang and fizz from the plasma explosion, his ears throbbed as his heart skipped; damn the effects of the grenade, he hated those things.
"Quickly, while they are disorientated!" Again he was being dragged and hauled, watching with fuzzy eyes as the battle scene dissipated, losing his ability to remain awake.
His head jerked roughly and he knew where he was, the primitive mode of transportation, another thing he hated. He coughed rubbing his eyes. "Where is Brolly's body?"
"We didn't have time to gather him…"
His rage bubbled, hurt, lost, and angry. "What do you mean! You just plan to let him rot there? He was a Saiyan! He deserves a burial! You dishonour him? After everything he had done for you! For us!" He leaned forward, baring his canines. "You dishonour the Royal house for this Vegeta!" He shook his fist as he slammed it down unto the metal.
"I know." He gasped, expecting rage from his Prince, not acceptance. The Prince turned cold eyes to him; his rescuer. "I know Raditz, I will pay my dept once the time comes, until then all we can do is fight and survive…"