A/N: Not something I usually write, but I felt compelled to try my hand at it. Naruto isn't exactly godlike in this fic, not at first. Someone made the valid point of this; what if Naruto was captured by the saiyans rathe than left on his planet? Well, this is the most likely scenario of what would happen, based off of what I've displayed thus far in The Last Shinobi. Hope you like it!
"Weakness is not needed on my planet!"
~King Vegeta.
Captivity Thy Name is Naruto
King Vegeta was a man of pride.
Nay, pride was the very essence of his race! To go without it, to abscond it, was akin to discarding one's own tail. Preposterous! Unthinkable! Pride was soul of a warrior! To cast it aside was inconceivable! Pride defined a saiyan, his very race! Without pride, they were nothing! Without honour, they were nothing! To cast either aside was to become the very thing he detested; a cold, unfeeling, uncaring tyrant.
Frieza.
Their ruler. The bane of their existence. All saiyans served him, and not by choice. They conquered planets for him, cleansed them of all life, and in turn he let them live while he turned a profit. Cold ruler that he was, he flaunted his power, used it as a constant reminder; reminding them of their place beneath his heel on almost every occasion. Long had he lived, and long would he live still, if something, if someone did not end his reign of terror. But the king knew better than to confront him. To do so was to court disaster. If the entire saiyan race rose against him then perhaps they stood a chance...but, that was not a risk. King Vegeta was willing to take. If they failed, the risked rousing a sleeping giant. For a time it seemed that nothing would change.
Then again, there was nothing more unpredictable than life. Change can strike like lightning. And one day, it struck.
It had been a day like any other: another planet had been conquered, during the phase of the full moon, another planet to be sold off to Frieza. It had been a particularly vibrant world at that and its inhabitants had fought to the last; every man woman and child had taken up arms in its defense. Now, it was little more than ash and so too, were they. Such a waste. The people of that planet had displayed unique abilities; never before seen by saiyan eyes. Not ki based. Their talents lay elsewhere, in the realm of elemet manipulation, and illusion, and all manner of ghastly techniques. Many saiyans had fallen to take that planet and the King himself had taken part in the final assault to ensure their victory.
One hundred saiyans were lost in what soon became a three-month siege. Only when they were certain the last inhabitant perished did they dare depart.
Now, light-years away and in his palace once more, he found himself confronted with the one foe he feared even more than Frieza. Boredom. With the planet conquered it would be several days yet before the cold ruler arrived and in that time, they were expected to make ready for his arrival. The King himself could not take part in such matters of course. He left that to his beloved queen. No, Vegeta much rather preferred to observe his warriors as they fought to the death in his throne room. There was no quarrel of course. It was all for his own amusement. He himself preferred to observe rather than participate. He was the king after all, and even he found little amusement in facing opponents weaker than he.
As such, when one of his strongest female warriors returned fresh from conquest, a prisoner in tow, he found it a welcome distraction to ponder the man's name. If he could even be called thus. Poor fool looked more a whelp than an adult. An adolescent perhaps? Not fully matured? He set these thoughts aside alongside his goblet of wine as he leaned forward, contemplating the young man. Poor boy was clad in tattered orange black rags, shackled by a thick iron collar, restraining both his arms and legs from unecessary movement. One wrong move and he'd receive a painful electric shock. Even so he found himself intrigued. His people rarely took captives during battle. They were just as likely to crush everything underfoot than they were to take live prisoners. This one was the last known member of his race. What had they called themselves? Ninja? Shinobi? Something of that nature or sort. He almost pitied the boy that. Almost. He signalled for his warriors to cease their spar and make for the female warrior and her captive.
"Who are you, boy?" he demanded to know. "How is it that you managed to defeat so many of my elite warriors?"
Their captive refused to honor them with a response.
"..."
His whiskered cheeks were scarred and bloated, evidece of the beating he'd taken prior to his capture. One eye was swollen completely shut. The other blazed back at him in defiance. Excellent. This boy had a spark in him. If he were a saiyan, he'd make a fine warrior. As it were, he would make for fine breeding stock. But such defiance woud not be tolerated. Not by the king. Rising from his throne he descended the steps, each foot falling in a crisp fashion, echoing off the walls and halls. His guards stood at attention as their liege descended, prepared to fight to the death for their king at a moment notice. Vegeta waved them aside as the boy was led to the throne. He had nothing to fear from this whelp.
"I asked you your name." he repeated, pinnioning the blond with a gaze. "Who. Are. You. I shan't ask it again."
Abruptly, the blond muttered something beneath his breath.
...to hell."
King Vegeta leaned in closer, straining to catch the words of the whelp.
"I beg you pardon?"
"I SAID GO TO HELL!" To the vanguard's dismay, the blonde's head jerked upright, his eyes blazing a fierce, inhuman red. Before anyone could think to stop him, he spat a fleshy glob in the king's face. Beneath his tan skin, the slow flushing of Vegeta's face was like a burning forest fire. He raised a hand, fingers curled into a fist, fully prepared to rain a deadly blast of ki down upon the boy. It was only a harsh yank on the chain, that prevented the boy from meeting the same fate as the rest of his kin.
Denied an early grave and the chance to rejoin his friends and family, the blond yowled mournfully. He clawed at his collar and glared bloody red daggers at the woman, who only tugged the chain harder, forcing him to stand, woodenly. When he opened his mouth to protest, she struck him to the floor, her fist cracking across his jaw with painful consequences.
"Sire, wait!" She pleaded. "Please, don't kill him!"
"What is the meaning of this?!" King Vegeta demanded, raising a hand to stike her in turn. "You dare to-
"This one put up quite a fight, sire." The woman offered an explanation in recompense for her temerity. "He eliminated an entire squad of transformed warriors by himself." The king nearly fell into his chair, such was his surprise. Impossible! A saiyan's might increased tenfold beneath the light of the full moon! For a mere man-a boy no less!-to elminate them singlehandedly was the stuff of legends. Perhaps, he shouldn't blast him after all. He might be of use against Frieza in the future. Yes, he mused, I can see the possibilities. Saiyan scientists could doubtlessly make many advances by extracting tissue and DNA from his form. Perhaps his own son might gain some combat experience by fighting against this whelp. And when they had no more use for this strange alien, he'd be disposed of, like everything else.
"You! Woman!" He began, addressing the saiyan warrior holding the boy's chain. "Speak! What is your name?"
The saiyan woman bowed at the waist.
"Fasha, my lord."
The king's smile deepened ever so slightly. Ah, yes. Fasha. She served with that low-class, Bardock. He couldn't be bothered to remember anything beyond that however, and found his initial interest in her beginning to fade, even as she brought her captive to heel. Let their scientists tinker with him. See what they could find. Then, once he was healthy enough, he'd be matched in combat against some of their elites. They'd learn what they could from him, this mysterious otherworlder, and then they would discard him, as they discarded all weaklings.
'Weakness is not needed on my planet.' King Vegeta mused, settling into his throne once more. 'Only the strong.' Idly he stroked at his beard contemplating what use they might have for this strange warrior other than breeding and scientific advancement. Such things did not concern him. He wished only to wrest his race out from beneath Frieza's thumb. Perhaps this boy was the key to it. Perhaps. But how to go about it? Clearly the lad loathed them for what they'd done to his planet, to his people. Ah yes. The likely beginnings of a plan had begun to form in his mind, and he very much liked the result.
"Well then, Fasha, I leave the prisoner in your capable hands."
Her cheeks brightened beneath his praise, so much so that he carefully ignored the gleam in her eyes.
"A-At once, my king!"
"Aaargh!"
Uzumaki Naruto grunted as his captors bodily hurtled him into the cell, He coughed up a thick wad of blood as he bounced off the concrete, his eyes squeezing shut in agony before he fell back down to the floor. He struggled to stand, the pain of a broken rib shooting throughout his body. He was alone. In body, perhaps, but not in mind. Kurama was still there, still present, diminished by the effort to extract him, but ever-present still. He could feel the efforts of his former tenant throughout his body, working in a vain effort to restore him, but to no avail. He'd fought too hard; his body was too badly damaged to ever hope to recover.
Naruto might live on, but at the cost of Kurama. Kurama could stay strong, but at the cost of Naruto. Regardless, one of them would be dead within the hour. Perhaps it was better that way, his muddled mind mused. If I died then I could be with everyone again. That would be...kinda nice...
"Kit."
He opened his eyes to find the fox staring back at him. Rather, its head. Great. He was hallucinating. Again. Might as well go with it. His head scraped the concrete in defeat, sapphire eyes drifting upward to meet slitted scarlet. Kurama stared back at him in silence and an impasse was formed. An impasse neither seemed willing to break. At length, Naruto gathered up enough strength to offer a reply of:
'Whaddya want?'
"There's a way for us to survive." The last biju said, it voice little more than a guttural growl. "For both of us."
'Is there now?' Naruto didn't believe a word of it. He just wanted to be at peace. He wanted to be with Shion again. He wanted to hold his baby girl...
"Oooh, no you don't!?" Kurama's snout nudged at him. "You're not going to die in here and neither am I!"
Spitting curses nearly venemous enough to imprint themselves into the rock walls of his prison, the last shinobi raised his head.
"And what if I want to die, you old bastard?"
"Well, that's just too damn bad." The fox grinned back at him. "We're going to unite, the two of us, whether you like it or not. Now, prepare for fusion."
"Fusion?"
Kurama's head nodded gravelly, its voice gravel.
"Justa little something I picked up during my travels, before your blighted ancestors sealed me inside you." Naruto cringed at the insult, but his curiosity was piqued. Two beings becoming one? He'd never heard of a jutsu like that before.
"This fusion of yours...its doesn't happento involve any odd dance steps, does it?"
"Not this version, no. Why do you ask?"
...just a feeling."
If the fox-head could've shrugged, it would have.
"You and I will still exist, more or less. We'll simply share one body. A body beyond equal, gifted with your genes and my power. The saiyans think we are weak, and in truth, we are. For now. This body, when we unite, will be many times stronger than their so-called king, even in his transformed state."
That got Naruto's attention. From the way the saiyans had acted, King Vegeta was the strongest saiyan on the planet. If they could defeat him the one who ordered the extermination of his planet...well it would have to be the closest thing to revenge. Unless there was someone else giving the orders. Someone else on top. Someone even stronger than the king...Naruto carefully, brushed the thought aside. He was dying. He didn't have time to consider such things, and quite frankly, he didn't want to.
"Are you prepared?" Kurama asked. "Once we unite, we can never be separated. I hope you're prepared for that."
Naruto flinched, hesitant. Friends though they might be, he really didn't want to unite with the fox. Doing so might mean losing what little individuality he had left. Would he truly continue to exist as Kurama had said or would a part of him die so the rest of him might live on in this new being? He had no way of knowing, and although he desired nothing more than to see Shion again, his desire to live was simply too strong to resist. In the end, he found himself glowering back at the fox, a rueful smile adjourning his lips.
"I don't suppose I have a choice in this, do I?"
"Not anymore."
Naruto's eyes widened suddenly as Kurama's words took on an angry bite, his already deep voice becoming black as pitch.
"From this day you must no longer fight to protect. Now you must fight for wrath. For anger. For VENGEANCE."
The waning apparition of the fox dove forward all at once, snapping into the dying shinobi's body.
"And I shall help you avenge!"
Naruto's strength suddenly soared as Kurama's spirit plunged into his very soul, the bijuu lending him all of its strength and more. The shinobi stood on wooden, wobbling legs, the sudden skyrocket of power almost too much for him to handle; nevrer before had Kurama lent him this much energy in all his life. Naruto grinned, feeling as though he could conquer the universe itself. And maybe he could. He felt rather than saw his wounds, felt them slither shut, flesh knitting itself back together of its own accord. He hazarded a glance down at himself. He felt...taller.
His clothes remained in tatters, but his body had become strong. A streak of red caught his attention.
It was his hair.
No longer an matted mop of blond, the long tresses were distinctly scarlet in color, rimmed with orange highlights. He found himself awed and amazed. His mother's hair had been red and he'd found himself secretly admiring it ever since he'd laid eyes on her inside the seal. Now, he was a redhead, too. Ha!
"Not bad." He mused aloud, forcing his fingers into a fist. "This is kinda-
Naruto blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
"What on earth?" His voice rumbled strangely, as though another were speaking with him. "The hell?!" He exclaimed aghast, gawping at the sound of the words coming from his mouth. "M-My voice! Since when do I sound like this, ya know?!" Disbelief colouring his face, he whipped around, half-expecting to find nine crimson tails billowing out behind his back. Thankfully, he found naught but empty air.
'Kurama?' he ventured, hesitantly.
"I'm fine." The kitsune's voice replied, lending none of the awe he felt. "Saaaay, its pretty damn cozy in here. I was a little worried about sharing a body with you, but all things considered, it turned out alright." Naruto couldn't help but agree, glancing at the sparks skittering around them. Great, fat streaks of crimson lightnining, coursing up and down his body a sign of his power. A broken shard of glass attracted his attention and he hazarded a glance at it. He barely recognized himself. It was as if all the excess fat had been burned away, leaving naught but pure muscle behind. His whiskers were still ever present but they too, had suffered a change, becoming akin to deep troughs rather than the whimsical whiskers he'd always known. And his eyes! No longer sapphire or scarlet, they were another color altogether. Violet. Just the proper shade of magenta, as if a master artist had taken the twin colors and mixed them together flawlessly.
"I hardly recognize myself." Naruto mused aloud. "You weren't kidding when you said there would be some changes-aargh!"
'Ouch.' He groaned, clutching at his throat, trying to ignore the chafinf of the collar there. 'Hurts to talk.'
"Allow me."
Naruto winced as chakra surged through his new vocal cords.
"Much better." He gasped, now speaking normally. "If I have to share this body with you that's fine, but I don't want to sound like you!"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Kurama scoffed. "Now, let's get rid of this infernal contraption...
Crimson crept into the collar around his neck and it was with a resounding click that Naruto realized he would no longer suffer whenever he drew upon chakra. Ripping the restraining device free, he struggled to his feet nearly half heartbeat later, a rasengan already spiraling in hand. They had to get out of here. Had to get out. Had to get home.
And then what?
Sickness lurched inside him as he realized he'd nowhere to go. His planet lay in ashes. ashes. His friends and family slain. Shion...Hinata...all of them gone. Tears stung at his eyes, threatening to overwhelm him. Those were his memories, Naruto's memories, Kurama's memories, all crammed into his skull. Naruto shook his head swiftly. He would not be overcome by despair. A swift jab to the door sent it skittering off its hinges. Those eerie violet eyes peered out into the gloom to take in his surroundings, only to find themselves accosted by another door, further down the hall.
"Did they really expect this to hold anyone?" Naruto wondered aloud, grimacing at the bones in the adjacent cell. "If I'd been healthy, I could've broken out of here without the fusion."
"Probably." Kurama mused. "Most likely they were relying on the collar to restrain us, but now that its gone...
The former blond smiled his acknowledgement. The fox's memories were difficult to sift through, but he knew enough to have a rudimentary grasp on his newfound powers.
"Payback time." he grinned toward the door, beyond where he could already sense scores of the filthy primates.
Slow stides carried him toward it, bare feet padding against cold stones. The prison block was remarkably empty, he noted. Saiyans probably didn't take prisoners all that often. That they'd taken him after killing scores of their men, did not bode well. They'd probably planned to experiment on him or somsething! Shuddering, he raised a hand prepared to obliterate the door, and whomever had the misfortune of standing behind it. The sound of footfalls gave him pause. Maybe he wouldn't have to do anything at all. His mouth curved up into a wide smile as he saw the saiyan woman from before, standing just beyond the door. She arched an eyebrow at him as the door swung open beneath her hands.
"You?" he asked archly. "Come to punish me, have you?"
She chuckled softly.
"The name's Fasha, boy."
"And why should I care?"
Her smile only grew as she contemplated him.
"I had a feeling you were hiding your true power," she mused aloud, mistaking his base form for something else. "So this is what you look like when you transform, hmm?" Her eyes flicked up and down his new body in silent appreciation. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Naruto grunted in surprise as she tossed him some clothe, consisting of a form fitting jumpsuit complete with gloves and boots and armor. Disgusted, he nearly spurned the saiyaness's gift outright. He was a shinobi! He didn't want to wear this!
"Put those on." she said. "You'll be needing them."
Mumbling his aqueiscence, Naruto reluctantly complied. The jumspuit was a dark, royal blue, he realized. The vest fit rather well, shoulder pads and all. He carefully ignored the fact, that he was wearing the conqueror's armor and silently resolved to find a change of clothes soon as possible. Just wearing this felt like a betrayal. No matter how comfortable it was.
"Why are you doing this?" he demanded of the saiyan woman.
"You're strong." Fasha observed, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"So?" Naruto remained on his guard.
"Here, we respect strength." She tossed the keys at him and they landed with a clatter at his feet. "There. You spared my life and now I've spared yours. We're even." She turned to go. "Get off this planet, shinobi. Find yourself a pod, get somewhere safe and take care." The faintest hint of amusement trickled into her tone as she turned and walked away, swagger in her hips and sway within her tail. "After all, I'd just hate to see your pretty face spattered across the palace walls...
"Wait!"
Fasha stopped in her tracks, her face slowly appearing over her shoulder as she curiously regarded her once fallen opponent. A look of irritation crossed her single eye, visible through the scouter as it regarded the once impotent shinobi, recovering behind her.
"Hmm?"
"Come with me." Naruto was cursing himself even as the words left his lips, but it was too late to take them back, so on he pressed. "We can escape together."
"Escape?" she said, leaving her back turned as her tail flicked in confusion. "So you still think that you can—"
Naruto nodded.
"Are you fucking serious?" The saiyan woman looked at him as though he'd just grown an extra head. "You are, aren't you?" She laughed; it was a deep, throaty sound. Husky. It was a woman's laugh. "You're about to tear into my friends and family, the strongest saiyans on the planet I might add, and you want me to help you? Need I remind you that I nearly broke your jaw an hour ago?"
The fused shinobi could only shrug.
"You're different from the others." He said. "You delight in battle, not killing. Besides, I hardly even felt that punch."
Fasha scoffed.
"I might not be as different as you think, kid." She was suddenly before him, magenta boring into purple. "I've killed hundreds. Thousands, maybe. Just because I didn't touch anyone on your planet doesn't make me a angel or anything, got it?" For a long moment, the blond-turned-redhead said nothing. Sparks, crackled across the air, leaving her hair standing on end. Fasha's scouter beeped insistently, but his gaze pinnioned her as easily as you'd spear a fish, demanding her complete and utter attention.
"You still didn't kill anyone on my planet." He decided finally. "You didn't slaughter innocent civilians or women and children. Only shinobi. Only those who attacked you, when they had no chance of winning. Now you're not a nice person and while I'm certainly in no position to argue the point, I've learned not to judge a book by its cover." He lowered his hand. "You came to set me free, knowing your bretheren would turn on you for it and despite that here you are. Strength of will. I like that. Hmm..." Naruto abruptly cocked his head to one side, eyes gleaming, grin growing. "You'd probably make good breeding stock, woman."
"E-Excuse me?!"
Violet eyes fluttered open and shut with all the rapidity of a hummingbird's wingspan. Fasha had heard worse pickup lines in bars across the galaxy, but the sheer audacity of this boy startled even her. To come out and say such a thing...was he serious? Or was he mocking her? Torn between irritation and indignation, uncaring for whomever might see, Fasha reached forward; her hand closing around the tattered remains of his jackets collar and hauling him forward until the distance between them was practially nonexistent.
"What did you just say, brat?" she hissed, her words blending together in her rage. "You coming onto me or something?"
"Did I stutter, woman?" Kurama growled back at her. "I said you'd make good breeding stock." In an instant their situation was reversed. Fasha found herself pressed flush against the wall her left wrist pinned by those of the redhead's, his face nuzzling into her neck. "Need I repeat myself?" Despite her warrior training, Fasha flushed as his lips sought the sweet spot on her neck. A part of her, a very large part, wanted nothing more than to giive into his surprisingly tender affection consequences be damned. A thorn of pride pricked her and held her back. She was a saiyan! She'd not give into him solely because he demanded it! There was a reason she wasn't yet bonded, after all.
"I don't know whether to be flattered or furious." her words were deadly soft.
"I strongly suggest the former." Kurama purred, tilting her chin up to meet his. A normal woman would've melted into the kiss; succumbing to the charms of the kitsune. Fasha slapped him. Hard. Kurama took the blow in stride, grinning as her gloved fist smashed against his face. He'd had worse bug bites. He only kissed her the harder, his tongue probing against her lips, seeking entry. Fasha reluctantly complied. Something told her that further resistance was futile. Besides, it wasn't as though she didn't enjoy the kiss. A small part of her, an increasingly small part, giibbered incoherently screaming that she needed to get out of here, needed to get away from him; because now he was stroking her tail ad she loved that and she neededtogetawayfromeherebeforeitwast oolateohgods-
Naruto, meanwhile, was glaring bloody red daggers at Kurama within his own mind.
'Asshole! You didn't tell me you could take control of my body at will!'
"Our body, remember?" The kitsune gloated. "Didn't I already tell you that? Funny. Author must've forgotten to mention it. Doesn't matter. I'm sure the readers'll be pleased with this outcome."
'Stop breaking the fourth wall!'
"Too late!" he cackled. "I'll give you back your body when I'm good and ready. I'm not about to let you become a monk for the next four years!" Naruto blanched at the thought. That was exactly what he would've done. He would've gone into exiile until he learned to control his newfound power, caring only for revenge. He could keep no secrets from his other half. To think otherwise was folly. But he simply wasn't ready to bed another woman, least of all a saiyan! Silently, he cursed the kitsune for his little speech. He'd wanted to spare Fasha. Nothing more. But the fox had other plans.
'I can't believe you're doing this to me.' Naruto sulked. 'You're the worst.'
"Its for your own good, kit." Kyuubi snapped back. "Besides, look at her! She's strong! She's beautiful! And she's obviously into you! What more can you ask for?!"
'She's a saiyan!' came the retort.
"Beggars can't be choosers!"
'I'd rather beg than bed a filthy monkey like her her!'
"Honestly, you're worse than Frieza!"
...who the hell is Frieza?'
"No one you need concern yourself with!"
Fasha released a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and pushed off him with all her might. Her body still quivered from his touching of her tail. Most saiyan had evolved beyond the weakness of losing strength when the appendage was grabbed, but Fasha had worked hard to make it invulnerable when pulled .But that didn't change how she felt when it was stroked. There could be no denying the sheer amount of pleasure you felt when someone stroked your tail.
"You're such a jerk." she said, but her words held no rancour. "What makes you think you can take on King Vegeta and win where othershave failed?"
Naruto's grin grew as he finally shouldered his way back to the forefront of his mind. Thank kami Kurama had stopped kissing her. He'd nearly lost control! The look of uncertainty and fear she wore was something he was far more comfortable with; having witnessed the sight many a time just before he ended the life of a saiyan warrior. He had to physically curb the desire to kill her, such was his rage. Fasha may've been innocent of the genocide on his planet, but she was a saiyan, and that made her guilty by association.
"I suggest you look at your scouter, Fasha." He said as pleasantly as possible. Somehow-most likely due to his union with Kurama-he knew of the saiyan technology to read power levels. He also knew that his own was far greater than that of anyone on planet. The saiyan woman reluctantly granted his request, finally granting the trembling device the attention it warranted. Fasha stole a glance at her scouter's reading-
-a split second before it shattered.
Her mouth worked wordlessly.
Th-That...was a power levell of Th-Three million?! She thought to herself with a slight stutter. That...That would mean he's stronger than his highness. Much...stronger...no...that couldn't have been right. No, it must've been malfunctioning or something. Regardless, Fasha carefully decided to do her utmost to stay out of the redhead's way. Barring that, remain in his good graces. Besides I get the feeling he hasn't even warmed up yet either...
"Damn." She whistled, letting none of her own fear show through. "You really are serious about this, aren't you?" She turned her thoughts inward at the blonde's delighted expression.
He might be able to take on Frieza with that level of power...
"Serious about slaughtering the one responsible for the eradication of my race?" Naruto asked. "Serious about wreaking a just vengeance on your king and his people?" Fasha managed another nod idly wondering if the shinobi knew of the cold ruler feared by all saiyans. He'd find out soon enough. Anyone making a move against the throne would doubtlessly attract the tyrant's attention. If things went south she didn't want to be near the last shinobi. Anywhere near him, for that matter. There was always the chance that Frieza might just leave them alone. Of course there was also a chance he might see Naruto as a threat to his power and she knew how Frieza dealt with those threats...
"You bet your ass I am!"
He was already pushing his way past her, forcing Fasha to follow as they exited the prison. Even as she rounded the corner, the hallway was lit by a flash of crimson, accompanied by a heartwrending scream. She found herself moving, faster than she ever had before, darting around the bend and just in time. Just in time to watch an entire squad of saiyan warriors dissappear, obliterated by a blast from the redhead's palm. Their ashes fluttered to the floor at Fasha's feet, leaving her to gawp at their sudden end. They were gone. Just like that. Did she truly wish to throw her lot in with him because of her stupid pride? Did she truly desire the throne so badly that she was willing to murder her own race, to climb over a hill of corpses, just to reach it?
In the end, Naruto pressed on, and the prospect of claiming the throne for herself was simply too great to ignore. Fasha struggled to match his pace, silently dreading what would happen once the guards discovered the bodies. There would be war. She knew this, and still she followed him.
"Are you going to kill the prince and his mother, too?" she asked, half-hoping he wouldn't be fazed by the prospect of killing women and childrent. No such luck.
Naruto froze in midstep, incredulous.
"The king has a son?" he sucked in a breath. "And a wife?"
Fasha nodded.
Try as he might, he simply couldn't bring himself to kill a child. No matter how dangerous that child might grow up to be. At least, his old self would've refused. But that was folly. Had the saiyans spared Shion and her child? Had they spared his people? He already knew the answer to this and thus; those memories burning like a brand in the back of his mind, he resigned himself to numbness and pressed onward Fasha following at a measured pace behind. Seconds later, the screaming began anew, and this time, it did not stop.
The reckoning of the saiyan race was nigh.
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NZ: Damnit Kurama! Untie me! I'm going to be late!
Kurama: I'm sorry did you say something?
NZ: Stop hijacking my story! I gotta get to work!
Kurama: Funny. I could've sworn you said something about a job. Oh well. Guess I'll read off your author's note then...
NZ: DAMN YOU!
Kurama: *Ahem*
Just a little offshoot to entertain those who wondered at the question of Naruto being captured. I think I got Fasha's personality down pat, at the very least. Poor King Vegeta. He has one hell of an ass-kicking coming, but will Naruto/Kurama(What the hell is a good fusion of their names?!) show mercy to any of the saiyans as he's shown it to Fasha? Good question. Will he simply slay every saiyan, or will he lay claim to Vegeta (the planet) for his own purposes? Even better question. I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this ficlet as much as I did writing it! Anywho, I;m off to work once again, so...in the immortal words of Atlas...
...REVIEW, WOULD YA KINDLY?
R&R! =D
