"I need to go back, my people need me." She said turning to her mate.
He nodded. "You three find a good spot to hide, I will return later." The three children began to hide without argument.
"You're going with me?" She said, fear crossing her mind. Her clan wouldn't be open to Tar at all.
He smirked at her. "Well I can't just let my mate run off without me."
Within a day all of their ally clans had gathered together, they had all heard the story that he and his clan told. Now worry had spread. They were strong warriors, but without the moon they would be sitting ducks. The strange blasts that came from the odd tubes were too much. Only one of them had been recovered and they still didn't know what to think about it.
"We must crush them, destroy them to the point where they will regret every landing on our rock." Verrot turned to face the growing crowd, his hair was very short by Saiyan standards, only a short V like mohawk that started from his ears and went inward.
He seemed to get some of the tribe to agree with him as a small chorus of cries followed him. Cheering on his ideas.
"Sadly it won't be that easy. There may only be a few of them, but these magic tubes send out a lot of fire. The best thing we can do for now is learn their movements." The chief said, looking to his wife. They had already seen these things in action, he wasn't going to go into his unprepared.
"That may be well and good, but I refuse to stand around and do nothing!" Cheers followed, as Verrot smirked.
"Your right, we can't just stand around." All eyes turned to find a Ve standing just above them on an outgoing rock. "But that doesn't mean we can just blindly rush in."
Verrot's smirk became a glare. "Silence woman, know your place!"
"One clan has already been eliminated. We cannot afford to throw caution to the wind!" The crowd began to murmur amongst itself.
Verrot's eyes narrowed. "And how would you know of this?"
She could feel every eye on her, but Tar made himself visible before she spoke. "Because she has seen devastation first hand." She noted the wary eyes as they landed on the unfamiliar male. "My clan was the first to fall."
Verrot's glare intensified as he stared as Tar. "Should we really take the word of an outsider as truth?"
Tar began to growl, but was silenced by Ve's hand. He looked her in the eye for a second before nodding. By this point the crowd around them was giving them questioning glances. Her parents were staring in confusion, she wondered when reality would hit them. "If you can't take his word then take mine. A village filled with the scorched bodies of men, woman, and children. There was no regard for their lives whatsoever. Only four of the Nightwalker clan is still breathing."
The hush came over the crowd as they all began to stare at Tar again. "Nightwalker…' Verrot's glare had been knock way, a look of utter shock now covered his face.
Tar was now smirking, "Yes, simpleton. I am what you refer to as a Nightwalker."
"Tar." She warned him, not wanting him to start a fight. Knowing how much weaker Tar would be compared to Verrot.
He crossed his arms, looking like he was about to pout. "Really Ve, you take all of the fun out of everything."
At his moment, her father brushed through the crowd to take a closer look. She refused to look at him, keeping close to Tar. Even though she didn't know much about the Nightwalker, she felt more at ease in her mate's presence. She felt his eyes on her, making her look up at him. Strangely his stare didn't creep her out. It just bond her to him more.
She could also feel his father's eyes on her. As she glanced back at him, she could see that he was focused on one thing. "Ve, where is your tail?"
After everything that happened, she had forgotten about the loss of her tail. "I had it removed. It was the only way!"
Okay, so she lied. She really couldn't tell them that Tar had ripped it off, now could she. They would most likely turn on him.
"Why would you do that?!" Her father yelled at her, anger clear in his voice.
"Because without your tail, you can walk under the moon without fear." Tar answered for her.
Her father's glare turned on him. "So you convinced her to remove it."
"She would have become an ozzaru with it, she had no choice." She found herself impressed with how Tar was holding his own. "It will grow back in time. Give it a couple of weeks and she will have her tail again."
Verrot smirked. "So you're saying we could carry on an attack at night, if we didn't have our tails then?"
"I believe so, these people seem to come out in the day. My village was most likely attacked at sunrise. If they are staying on planet, they would have to be sleeping here as well." She watched as some tilted their heads at the word planet, Tar had already explained the concept to her.
"So why do you still have your tail then?" Verrot said again, pushing her father out of the conversation again.
"My people grew used to living under the moon, our bodies refuse the change."
With that Verrot reached around his back and grabbed his tail, showing no pain as he ripped it from his backside. He threw it to the ground. "Let me not regret listening to you outsider." And with that he flew back with the rest of his clan, most who were now following suit.
The other clans started away as well, leaving her with her family and Tar. She noted her father's distrust as he continued to glare at her and Tar. She could tell by the look in her father's eyes that he knew.
Her mother ran to her side. She looked rather angry. "You have some nerve, leaving in the middle of the night and showing up with a strange man. What will the clans think? What kind of example are you trying to set?"
"But mother I.."
"Really, the shame you have brought us child. You will go to Verrot later and have him take you as his mate." Her mother said with venom in her voice.
"I can't do that." She stated flatly. She looked at Tar, they had no choice.
"Why not, don't you remember you who you are?" The woman growled.
She was pushed back slightly by her husband. "Dear, a female cannot mate twice."
Her mother's eyes grew wide, as she stared. Her eyes going between her and Tar. "You…you didn't. Please tell me that you didn't!"
She released the breath, she didn't realize she had been holding, as Tar pulled her against him. "Mother, I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
Her mother turned to her father, "You're just going to accept this?!"
Her father didn't look very happy, but he seemed slightly relived. "If it weren't for this man's information, we would be waiting here to die. If we happen to survive this mess thanks to him, then I will be happy to concede my daughter to him."
She hadn't been expecting that, but jumped to hug her father anyway. Tar had let her go, as if he knew what she would do. She knew it would take some time but her mother would eventually warm up to the man.
"I should go and get the others. They have been hiding for some time now." Tar said, distancing himself from the family.
She pulled herself away from her father, in order to follow him. "Ve, I won't be gone long." He chuckled.
She blushed when she realized what she was doing. "I…"
"I'll be back soon." He kissed the side of her face, before running off into the wood.
She felt her mother's heated gaze on her and she turned to look at her in anger. "What is your deal? Tar is not a threat."
"I'm just looking out for your best interests."
"No, you just want to look good. Tar is my mate and you're just going to have to get used to it." With that she stormed off into a nearby hut, she wanted to get some of the sweat off of her face.
Her mother came in after her, still enraged. She froze as she watched her though.
"What?"
"Honey, are you trying to make yourself look nice for when that man returns?" There was an airiness to her mother's voice now. She then realized that she had never acted like this before.
She felt her cheeks turn red. "Look, I know you don't like him but…"
Her mother surprised her, by coming behind her and starting to clean out torn leaves out of her hair. "You can't look bad for your mate, now can you?" She nodded to her mother and the woman continued her work. "So why him? He must be something special to have caught your eye."
"I don't know. The voices of the wood stopped when I met him."
Her mother's eyes lit up. "So you have no reason to run there anymore. The wood call you to him. If that is the case, then I have no choice but to accept your mating."
She smiled for the first time as her mother finished. She was happy that her mother had finally seen things her way. Hopefully, Tar and the others could stop these monsters. Then and only then could they move forward with their lives.
Night fall had come and she stepped out into the night, her family her watching as the moon came over head. When nothing had happened. She heard a couple of cries. She knew what her father had done. His tail had been removed.
He came out and looked up at the sky as well. "So this is what it looks like."
She was about to say something as Tar returned, the three children following him. Karot seemed happy to see her. His hair looked even messier than it had before. "We helped Tar set up some traps."
"Did you now?" The boy nodded feverishly, as the other two ran into the hut.
"Get along now Karot." The boy looked a little disappointed, but left anyway.
"So you rigged the woods?" She asked, as he smirked.
"I told you. My kind fight differently than your kind. We use our minds instead of our strength. If any of those fiends tries to use the east side of the wood they will meet and end worse than death."
She was surprised at his words. He never seemed so threatening. "We should probably tell the others."
"I doubt they will go near it, I already stopped by their camp earlier. I figured Verrot wouldn't want to use the wood anyway. He seems more like a field fighter."
"I'm surprised that you two get along."
He chuckled. "We are different, but the same. He's what I would be if I was more battle oriented." He seemed to ponder something. "Maybe we could pair our children up with his."
"Don't get ahead of yourself." She felt herself smile as he nuzzled against her ear.
He stopped, much to her annoyance, but then noticed that her father was watching them. "You can wait till after the battle to breed, now is a time of action."
She looked at her mate and nodded to him, as they made their way across the clearing in silence. His hand caught hers, as she looked up every couple of minutes. If she still had her tail, she would have wound it with his.
As they reached most of the battle ready Saiyans, she could see them covering themselves in war paint. Her father moved forward, leaving them at the end of the meadow.
"I will find you after the fight." Tar said.
She turned to him. She didn't want him to go without her. "I'm fighting too. My clan is in danger. I must help them."
He shook his head. "You need to go back. I will find you after the fight." He kissed her and left her side.
She didn't like this feeling. She felt helpless. Her people would be fighting and she couldn't do anything. Even though she didn't like it, she headed back to her mother and the rest of the women and children. She hoped that her feelings wouldn't be correct.
The chief watched as Verrot and Tar went over attack plans, he was surprised at how well the two worked together. Tar was great at figuring out problems and how many Saiyans they would need on that side of the field. Verrot on the other hand was naming off groups that would be on those sides. Brains and brawn together on the battlefield, there was no way they would lose.
Ve returned to the hut just as her mother placed Busa in the bath, she laughed at his unwillingness. He must have thought that he didn't have to groom himself anymore after he got his first kill.
In the corner, Karot and the others were playing a game on the floor.
It all seemed so peaceful. She smiled to herself, as she exited the hut to go look at the stars. As she looked up, she heard a strange clicking noise. Instinct took over as she jumped away, just as a blast hit the ground.
She rounded on her attacker. Taking a look at his face. "Look boys, a little girl. Let's see how much she likes a blast to the face."
She growled, as another set up their magic device, aiming it at the long hut. She didn't think as she hurled herself at the man, ripping off one of his ears and letting out a cry.
The others from the hut heard her and she could hear them running out of the back with their children. Karot must have been leading them to the part of the forest that wasn't rigged.
The man pushed her to the ground, aiming his blaster at her side. She rolled, but was nicked on the side. Pain course through her body, but she refused to cave to it.
She rose back to her feet dodging another couple of blasts. Jumping into the air, she twisted around kicking the man in the face, before pushing his face into the dirt.
Her rage was growing, but at the same time she was feeling a tingling in her fingers and hands. She didn't take time to think about it as the man pulled on her leg, making her fall back to the ground.
He pinned her down, ready to blast with that thing, when she punched her arm against his. The man fell over in agony as a strange ball of light burst from her hand.
It had practically dissolved the man's arm into dust. She scooted away from his body as he bleed out onto the ground.
She tried to calm herself as she watched him die, but a then a scream came from the wood, there were more lurking about and the her other attackers had run in after them.
She focused some of her energy into her hands. Trying to see if she could do the same thing, the blast hit the ground and singed the grass. She could fight back against their blasting machines, she was a blasting machine now.
It didn't seem right, they had followed the smoke from the enemy camp, but found nothing. Only a massive hole in the ground. Why were they digging?
He looked over to Verrot, who looked angry about the lack of people to fight. "I thought you said that they would be here."
"They must have moved. Just like you, I have yet to come in contact with one of them. Maybe they are out crawling around. They must not have the same restrictions that we do." Tar said, looking over the technology around him. The only thing he found that would be useful was a set of armor. It looked quite durable. Much stronger than the pelts they wore. He would make a mental note of it for later.
Verrot turned around. "If they're not here, I suggest we start hunting them down."
He was about to agree, when a loud crash came from a strange tent. It was made of a material he had never seen before, it wasn't made of animal skin but instead a strange smooth substance.
He ran in, to find a twig of a man on the floor, hugging one of the blasting machines to himself.
Verrot came in behind him, a smirk on his face. "So there was one around here." He looked over the small person. "This is what we called a war over. Not impressive at all." He came forward, but he felt compelled to stop him.
Verrot gave him an annoyed look. "We need to figure out where the others are." With that he stepped forward. His eyes began to glow red. He took a deep breath before pushing on the man's mind. He smirked to himself as it caved in seconds, but the smirk fell from his face as the man's mind revealed the place. "We must return to the women. They are there."
Verrot gave him a strange look. "What is that?"
"We don't have time for that. I'll explain later. We need to get back to that main camp. Hopefully they haven't struck yet."
She continued into the forest, following the screams as she tried to figure out where the others had gone. She only hoped that she wasn't too late.
She jumped down the side through the trees. Scanning the ground for any signs of life.
As she reached a small clearing, she found them surrounded. They were all backed against a wall with those blasters facing toward them.
She pulled all of her rage together as she had done before, snarling as she hit the ground, gathering that energy in her hands again, before unleashing it upon them.
Three of them fell as the rest made to target her and only her. This was what she wanted. They started to concentrate their blasts together, but she was faster. Knocking more of them out with each blast.
"Move up the wall!" She urged the others. They didn't need to be told twice, but a couple of the strangers turned their blasters towards the wall.
She was about to cry out, when Verrot jumped down on the two of them before ripping their heads off.
If he was here, the rest of the fighters weren't far. He gave her a silent nod, as he turned back to face the on slot. "So how are you sending those blasts?!" He yelled over the machines.
"Try and put your energy into your hands. Once they feel numb, release it!" She yelled back.
She was surprised to see him catch on so fast, as he started firing the blasts in only a couple of minutes. Smirking at the devastation he was causing. Of course Verrot would love this.
Her eyes turned to find the other fighters coming into the field, which was now filled with broken bodies. She watched as many turned their fire on the newcomers. She let out a growl, trying to get their attention again.
It was then that her world froze. Her father was fighting two of them at the same time. A third came up behind him, sending a blast straight through him. She watched his legs buckle as life left his body. Rage and sadness filled her body, as the entire fight around them seemed to stop. The Chief of the Huntsmen clan had fallen.
"Oh, does this one's death bother you?" A man with strange orange hair stated.
The men around him started to laugh.
The man then pulled out a child, Busa had gotten separated from the others. "I guess that means we can just keep going then." The man said as the machine made the clicking noise.
She couldn't see anything, but the color red. She began to shake in rage, her body twitching in a way she didn't understand. Her full body was starting to feel numb, as if the energy was spreading everywhere.
The sky had filled with clouds and lighting began to strike around them. She covered her face as the power coursing through her body took over.
It felt like electricity was going through her body. She opened her eyes to find her body glowing, every person was staring at her.
All of the blasters aimed at her, shooting at her. She placed her hand in front of her, gathering all of the blasts in her hand. She looked at them all with a dull look on her face.
"Commander Tarine, what do we do?" Many of the strangers asked, fear now painted their features.
The man had frozen up. He seemed to not know what to say.
"Let that child down." She said calmly. "Leave this planet. Never return."
They seemed willing to comply, except the Commander. "I refuse." He pulled the blaster back up, about to shoot Busa in the head.
She moved faster than she thought possible, smashing the blaster to pieces. "I guess you forfeit your life then." With that she, landed a punch through the man's armor and chest. He spat up blood. "Let this be a reminder to all that come here. Our kind will not fall. We will not be pushed back. We are Saiyans." With that she grabbed the man's head ripping it off from his neck. She threw it at the other strangers. "So who is next?"
Suddenly they all fell to the ground. "We will leave! I swear to it!" She watched them run.
She smirked. "Remember to tell the rest the galaxy what you have seen here today. Tell them to leave this place be."
When the last one was out of sight, she didn't let her guard down. Not until an hour later as a strange metal device shot back into the sky.
She fell back to the ground, looking into a small pool of water. Her short black hair was glowing yellow and her black eyes were now blue. She took a deep breath and her body returned to normal.
When she turned back to her people, she found them all staring at her.
Tar had made it through the crowd, a wild smirk on his face. "That was amazing!"
Busa had run to hug her. The fear he had once had on his face was gone. "Sister, you went super."
Tar laughed. "Yes, Super Saiyan. I like the sound of that."
She blushed in embarrassment. "It's not like I planned that. It just happened."
"But it was still awesome." Karot said, jumping on Tar's back.
She looked out over the rest of the clans. Only to find them all bowing at her. "What are you doing?" Her eyes even fell on Verrot, who was doing the same.
"There is no need for separate clans. We will follow you Chief Vegeta, lead us well."
Her heart stopped. This couldn't be happening, they had named her Chief of all of the clans.
Tar came up behind her and hugged her against him. "Ve, my love, I believe this is just the beginning."
"And that's how the story of the Super Saiyan goes." Onna said finishing her story.
Tarble was laughing to himself as Vegeta grumbled to himself in the corner.
"What was that sister? I didn't hear you." Tarble joked.
Vegeta let out a growl. "If you call me that again, I don't care if we are brothers. I'll rip your throat out."
To Be Continued….
Autor's Note
This chapter is long, lol. If you noticed Vegeta, kind of gets his personality from Verrot and Tarble is closer to Tar. Verrot's group are kind of the original elites. After this we go back to the normal chapters, now that we have some of the history out of the way.