Lol G-chan for peeking into the future in her last review… what am I talking about? Well, you'll see… You'll see indeed…
Now uh… this one's pretty long, sorry about that. But think of it like this… it'd be like an hour long special for a TV show lol… If only I had my own DBZ show…
Well anyway here's the very last chapter… I'd get teary eyed if there wasn't a sequel lol… Well, 3 years in the making… let's finish her up… Onward to the last chapter of Reenter The Saiyajin!!
Dragon Ball Chaos: Reenter The Saiyajin
And The Clouds Will Reign Death: The Eye Of The Storm (Part V Finale)
"Now is the time for change. War has brought much death and destruction upon this world, but a faint ray of hope glimmers in the aftermath of the darkness… This is a chance for us to start anew. But we mustn't ever forget that the war happened, it must stand as a testimony to the evil lurking within the murkiness of our souls. But we must also remember that we are just as evil as we are good… And the coming time of peace must be made as good as this war was evil." General Serori, Head Elite Guard of the Royal Family
Coarse onyx orbs at the heart of two matching seas of white stared down at an ocean of lights and metal structures. Contrasting the dark, cloudy night sky, the buildings that lay before the eyes sat glistening with a beautiful, golden luster, reflecting the lights of street lamps and other office buildings. This city bustled with life, the sounds of cars honking and the faint noise of conversations permeating the air for miles around.
The eyes that watched this city rested in the head of a figure standing atop a nearby cliff with several deep grooves in its steep, rocky siding. Within the grooves stood crowds of men and women garbed in brown fur, their eyes studying the city much in the same way the man atop the cliff did.
He who stood atop the cliff clenched his fists at his sides, his black armor with yellow shoulder pads giving him the appearance of a great warrior. A multitude of similar beings with tails clothed in brown rags, fur and loincloths stood behind him, growling and staring menacingly.
The armored warrior turned his back on the metropolis, looking to the masses behind him. A faint breeze coursed through, the leaves of the trees and the small blades of grass beside his black boots swaying under the gust's influence. He eyed each one of them carefully then lifted one fist chest high.
"My brothers," started the armored man, "The end is now. Too long has the mighty Saiyajin race hidden in the mountains and caves, planning and plotting. The time for planning is over, the time for hiding has passed. It is now time to kill each and every Tsufuru-jin… and take back what is and was rightfully ours."
The Saiyajins nodded in agreement, some even cracking grins.
"My brothers… Some of you may not make it out of this last battle alive. But those that die will all have stood as warriors in the face of death…" The armored Saiyajin smirked, placing his fist over his heart. "No. We will have all stood as Saiyajins."
His smile faded as he raised his fist to the sky. "Death to the Tsufurur-jin… In the name of King Senzaimono!"
The cliff shook with rallying cries as the massive Saiyajin army descended the cliff, leaping, bounding and flying toward the oblivious city before them.
--Scene Change--
Senzai exhaled a deep sigh of relief as the bloated mackerel hit the waters of Cayenne River, sinking back beneath its surface. The water splashed out onto the grass beside him, the night sky growing darker as an ominous cloud crept across the sky, blotting out the stars and the moon.
"Something wrong, Saiyajin?" Asked a voice from behind the king.
Senzai turned around to see a figure sitting not too far from him, the man slowly pulling himself to his feet. Senzai stared up at the six foot three inch, muscular man clothed in army fatigues, Senzai's eyes making contact with the reddened eyes of the former general of the Tuffle army.
"You're crying already, Tsufurujin," retorted Senzai, climbing to his feet to match the soldier, although the Tuffle's height dwarfed Senzai's five foot eight inch frame.
The former general grinned. "Serori didn't lie, you've got quite a mouth on you boy."
Senzai cocked a brow. "How exactly do you know Serori?"
The soldier laughed. "That's a long story, something I doubt we've got time for."
"I've got all the—" Started Senzai, only to be interrupted as a rough tan hand shoved him aside, the royal stumbling over onto his face.
Serori touched down in the spot Senzai just stood, batting away a highly condensed beam of heat just before it scathed both the Tuffle and Senzai. The Saiyajin general eyed a tree about twenty or so meters away from him, knitting his brow in anger.
"Fool, do you think I can't feel you?" Asked Serori as he aimed his palm at the tree. "Show yourself or die where you stand."
"Saiyan filth!" Shouted a voice as a soldier dived out from behind the tree, firing off heat blasts from his twin pistols. "Die, all of you!"
Serori clenched his fists and roared, trying to summon his new powers. A silver aura flared up about him, but as quickly as it came it dissipated, bursting into a cloud of smoke.
Serori looked at his hands with a bewildered expression, confused as to why his powers failed him.
"Serori, watch out!" Came a strong shout, followed by a female Saiyajin smacking away wave after wave of heat rays until the onslaught ceased, the Tuffle finishing his dive with a roll behind some shrubbery.
Serori looked up from hands and to the girl. "You didn't need to do that Kale, I was fine." He patted her on the shoulder. "Good work though." Keeping that hand on her shoulder, he thrust his free hand forward.
The Tuffle soldier's eyes went wide as he started to run forward. "No!!" Screamed the general as his eyes followed the wave. "Serori, no!!"
Time slowed as Serori roared out loudly, a sizzling white sphere surging forward and striking the bush, erupting immediately with a resounding bang.
The former Tuffle General slowly came to a halt as he watched the shrubbery explode on contact with the ball of death, his jaw dropping as he himself fell to his knees.
Time resumed its normal flow as Serori retracted his hand, looking at his handiwork. The bush and quite a few surrounding trees had been totally incinerated, the spot the assailant once stood upon now scorched black and covered with ashes.
Serori took his hand from Kale's shoulder and looked to the Tuffle soldier. "What is it Blackthorn?"
Blackthorn stared tearlessly, his ducts dried from crying for his wife. He slowly returned Serori's gaze, his body shaking with shock.
"That… that was my brother."
--Scene Change--
It had begun snowing, an awkward purple snow falling throughout the city. A small group of about four teenagers stood outside a small, brick establishment underneath an overhang to stay out of the snow. The building stood at the very edges of the city, neon lights decorating its front. The one closest to the building kicked it, his face contorted in an ugly scowl.
"Great job Garpe," muttered the brown haired kicker, "Yet another brilliant plan for the weekend."
A blonde, purple eyed boy dressed in a gray vest, blue shirt, gray slacks and blue shoes turned around to face the kicker, frowning.
"Shut up Orinj," retorted the blond boy, "Like your plans always go well."
Orinj snorted, rolling his orange eyes. "Please, at least I don't try to get into clubs with fake ID… and fail."
"Shut up!" Snapped Garpe. "I don't see why you're always with us if you always complain."
Another boy beside Garpe, this one with bright blue hair, sighed. "I don't see why we just didn't go inside anyway… we're all old enough, its just Garpe who's only 17 cycles."
"That wouldn't be fair," responded a crimson haired girl across from him, her skirt and blouse matching her hair. "We wouldn't leave you out here, Blue."
Blue sighed. "You're just too nice Cherry… I should be up in that club—"
"Getting rejected, as usual," quipped Orinj, "You're like 20 cycles old… but you still get no play."
Blue cocked a baby blue eyebrow. "What?"
"You heard me," responded Orinj.
"Don't be mad at me because Berry turned you down—"
"She didn't turn me down," interrupted Orinj, getting defensive, "I just lost interest is all."
"Sure, of course," came Blue's response, dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey, don't get smart with me Blueberry," retorted Orinj, using his friend's full name.
"Don't call me that," snapped Blue, grabbing the orange eyed boy by his brown shirt, "Ever."
"Or what," asked Orinj, undaunted even in the face of being lifted off the ground.
Blue scowled. "Or I'll beat—"
"Enough," shouted Cherry, pushing the two boys apart. "I swear, you two are the most immature boys I've ever known." She sighed. "Look, we're all just a little upset because we can't go in and leave Garpe all by himself. But that's no reason to take it out on each other."
"Yeah… you're right," agreed Orinji, "My bad Blue."
Blue shook his head. "Forget it man, I'm just so bored." He sighed sadly. "Could this night get any worse…"
Garpe, who'd grown silent, stood staring past the city limits. "The… The… the…" Stammered the trembling boy.
"What's the matter with you Garpe?" Asked Blue, looking to his younger friend.
Garpe pointed forward, his body starting to shake with terror. "Look!"
The group of friends look in the direction Garpe pointed, their eyes falling to the fearsome sight of at least a thousand or so men charging toward them, some running, some flying.
Orinj's eyes went wide. "Oh shit."
--Scene Change--
"Blackthorn…" Started Serori, eying his friend warily. "I didn't know." Blackthorn knelt there trembling, his body overcome with shock. "Blackthorn… Say something. Don't lose yourself on me, we need you."
As the 'you' passed Serori's lips, Blackthorn seemed to snap out of his shock. He looked up from the ashes of his brother and lunged at Serori, gripping the Saiyajin's armor as he slammed the warrior up against his hovercraft's front window, cracking it.
"You killed him!" Blackthorn shouted, pressing the surprised general to the glass hard. He quickly drew a heat pistol from his trench coat and pressed it to Serori's temple.
Serori met Blackthorn's furious gaze, the Saiyajin's coffee bean brown pupils meeting the inferno of the Tuffle's onyx orbs.
"You killed the last person in this world that meant anything to me!"
"Blackthorn—"
"Shut up," snapped Blackthorn, pushing the barrel of his gun against Serori's temple harder, the opening pressing into the Saiyajin's flesh.
"Serori," cried out the Vegeta-bred Saiyajin cast of Chisha, Kale and Senzai in unison, the three starting to approach Blackthorn from behind.
Serori kept his gaze locked into Blackthorn's eyes. "Stay back, all of you!"
"But Serori—" Started Senzai.
"Be still," barked Serori, "You three attacking will do more to hurt than help!"
"But Seori—" Tried Senzai again, only to again be interrupted.
"Do as I say!"
Growling in anger, Senzai stood down, putting his tightly clenched fists at his sides. Chisha mimicked the action, sighing in defeat. Kale crossed her arms over her chest, scowling in anger. The other three Saiyajins, Goku Jr., Vegeta Jr. and Torrac, stared at the spectacle in silence, unsure of what to do.
"Blackthorn," started Serori calmly, "Now is not the time to fall apart."
"Fall apart?!" Screamed Blackthorn, gripping his gun tightly, pushing it deeper into Serori's temple, making a faint imprint in the Saiyajin's head. "You killed my brother!"
"Do you honestly believe he wouldn't have killed you?" Asked Serori.
Blackthorn's fury wavered, his eyes softening. "Wh… What?"
Seizing this moment of weakness, Serori gripped Blackthorn's black trench coat and switched the situation, swinging the Tuffle around and slamming him into the glass, knocking the former general's weapon from his hand.
"Did you really think he was aiming for Senzaimono?"
Blackthorn searched the Saiyajin's brown pupils, confused. "What… What are you talking about?"
"Wake up!" Shouted Serori, pressing Blackthorn against the glass harder. "Didn't you hear him say 'Die, all of you'? He fired a blast so hot that if I hadn't stopped it, it would've gone right through Senzai and killed you too."
Blackthorn's eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. "What… But… I loved Parry… I—"
"You," interrupted Serori, "Are a traitor to the Tuffle regime. Your brother was little more than a pawn in your president's sick little plot to become ruler of the world… As was my old brother in arms... Saios... who I had to stop by any means necessary."
Kale's eyes went wide. "You… You killed my father?!"
Serori released Blackthorn, throwing him to the floor as he turned to face Kale. "I did what was necessary, Lady Kale. He was a traitor to his own cause, he had chosen the Tuffles over us because of a lust for power that—"
"Lies!" Snapped Kale, breaking up his sentence. "Look at you, you're even calling them 'Tuffles'… They are Tsufuru-jin, not Tuffles! Who's the real traitor here? It looks to me like you've gotten really friendly with the enemy!"
Senzai growled loudly and turned around quickly, grabbing the girl by her armor and hoisting her into the air.
"Listen, girl," whispered Senzai in an uncharacteristically menacing tone, "Betrothed or not… If you speak even one word against him, I will kill you."
"Senzai, release her," commanded Serori, "Release her right this instant."
Senzai turned to face his mentor, still holding the girl in the air. "But Ser—"
The king found himself cut off as a tan fist drove itself into his jaw, knocking him backward onto his back, dropping the girl as he fell.
Kale held her fist out as she gracefully touched down, her face dominated by an unbecomingly ugly scowl. "Kill me? I'd like to see you try, runt!"
Senzai leapt to his feet and swung at her, the faster Kale easily evading the attack and striking the boy in the nose with a punch of her own.
As the bone broke and blood flowed from his left nostril, Senzai quickly spun and drove his foot into her stomach, kicking his betrothed backward into a tree.
Not waiting for her to recover, Senzai lunged at her and unleashed a furious flurry of fists into her abdomen, pounding her until the plate over her stomach started to crack and break.
After suffering the onslaught for a minute or two, Kale gathered her wits and caught both of the king's fists and drove her knee up into his chin, launching the boy up into a reverse somersault. Despite the seeming grace of the flip to an observer, Senzai had no control of it, falling to the ground hard face first.
The king put his hands in the dirt and pushed himself up a little, only to receive a swift kick in his face, knocking him backward onto his back.
Wiping a thin trail of blood from her face, Kale stomped her boot into Senzai's chest, digging her booted heel into his armor. She kept applying the pressure, not allowing the king to get up, even as he struggled.
"She's good," whispered Goku Jr. to Vegeta Jr., who nodded.
"Just accept that your teacher is a traitor… Not to mention a weakling, considering you're his pupil."
Senzai's eyes shot open. "That's it!" He threw both his arms out and let loose a fearsome scream, his aura erupting about him and throwing his betrothed off of him.
As the light died away, Senzai stood upright, his form housed in a wildly flickering golden flame.
Kale's eyes went wide, her mouth gaping as she staring at the king in complete shock. "Wow…"
"Now, you di—" Started Senzai, ready to lunge at her. Serori appeared affront him, stopping the king cold. "Move Serori, I've had all I can stand!"
"Then you will learn to stand more," responded Serori, "I will not let you make this mistake in a blind fury."
"But she—"
"A girl's attachment to her father is more emotional than a boy's," explained Serori, "Whereas you killed you father without a second thought."
"But Serori…" Senzai started, trailing off as he stood toe to toe with his mentor, looking up into the veteran warrior's grizzled visage. Their eyes locked, Senzai's chestnut pupils searching Serori's coffee bean brown orbs.
"You have come a long way," began Serori, "But your journey has only just begun. There are many things I wish I had time to teach you, but time has grown too precious for that."
"What do you mean?"
"Saios told me the future, and whatever the Tsufuru-jin have unleashed upon us will kill everyone," explained Serori, "Everyone."
"What!" Shouted Senzai, his previous rage forgotten. "We've got to do something!"
"No, boy," snapped Serori, "You will all stay together until the storm is over."
"Are you out of you mind?" Asked Senzai, incredulous. "What am I supposed to do, wait here and sit tight?"
"That is exactly what you are going to do," responded Serori. "My mentor gave me a gift… A gift that I can use to end this war and prevent the genocide."
Senzai cocked his right brow. "A gift?"
"Yes," affirmed Serori, "A gift. And it is only this gift that can change the outcome of this war." He sighed deeply. "You will lead them through the reconstruction…" A rare smile overtook his face. "My lord, King Senzaimono."
Senzai's eyes widened as he opened his mouth to speak, but quieted himself as Serori rested his hand on Senzai's shoulder.
"Do not let me down, Senzai," whispered Serori, "I… I will miss you."
"Ser—" Started Senzai, only to be cut short as a fist buried itself in his abdomen. As it withdrew from his stomach, it took with it both all the air in his lungs and his consciousness.
The Saiyajin King crumpled to the grassy ground, the soft blades acting as bed for the unconscious royal.
Serori turned around, looking to Kale. "Look, Kale, there is nothing I can say or do to undo what I've done. But you must understand, Saios was much like a younger sibling to me. Killing him…" He paused, his pride forcing him to choke on the words a bit. "Almost... Almost broke my heart."
Kale eyed Serori angrily, knowing herself outmatched but silently thinking of a way to catch him off guard. "Lies!"
Serori sighed. "I can understand if you refuse to forgive me, but you mustn't hate Senzaimono because you hate me. You must realize that Senzaimono needs you... Not just as his ally, but as something deeper than that." He matched her maddened gaze with a soft one. "He will need you as the one person who keeps him stable when the world around him falls apart… He will need you as the one person who cares deeply about him... enough to sacrifice your life to see him live."
Serori paused a second, then intensified his stare, a silver fire glowing in his eyes. "You may not see it now, but he cares about you more than you know. And because of that, he will need you as the only person to love him." Serori nodded. "He will need you… as his wife."
Kale's eyes widened, her plot to take Serori down forgotten in the wake of this shocking statement. She quickly averted her gaze, a strange feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach.
Serori turned from her and looked to Blackthorn, who sat amidst the grass in a world all his own.
"Blackthorn… I know that your world has been shattered," said Serori in a very quiet tone, "But Senzai will need someone with your resiliency in the coming Restoration period." The Saiyajin General crouched down, looking Blackthorn in the eyes. "The brother you knew died long ago… The man you just lost was a brainwashed racist… a pawn in the twisted scheme of a power hungry despot."
Blackthorn seemed to snap out of his dream world at that, eyeing Serori with a strange, sad yet hopeful expression. "Paramu was all I had left in this world… And I promise you Serori… I will kill you for that. But… I am a soldier, and I know the war's must come first."
Blackthorn gripped the Saiyajin by his armor and pulled him close. "But once the war is over… I swear on Paramu's ashes that I will hunt you down and kill you."
Serori nodded. "Understood."
Blackthorn released the Saiyajin and climbed to his feet, walking over to his hovercraft.
Serori stood back up and looked to Chisha. "Chisha."
"Yes, General Serori, sir?" Asked Chisha, snapping to attention.
"You will be Lord Senzaimono's General, Chisha."
Chisha's eyes widened. "What! But a first class Saiyajin cannot hold the rank of an Elite! The great king Aomono's law states—"
"Now is not the time for maintaining the old ways, Chisha," interrupted Serori, shaking his head. "Now is the time for change. War has brought much death and destruction upon this world, but a faint ray of hope glimmers in the aftermath of the darkness… This is a chance for us to start anew. But we mustn't ever forget that the war happened, it must stand as a testimony to the evil lurking within the murkiness of our souls. But we must also remember that we are just as evil as we are good… And the coming time of peace must be made as good as this war was evil."
Chisha sighed deeply and nodded. "I understand, General Serori sir."
Serori turned to the three who accompanied Chisha: Goku Jr., Vegeta Jr. and Torrac. "You three… The Saiyajin race will need every able body it can get after this is over… you will sow the seeds of the future."
The two outsiders, caught up in the momentous nature of Serori's words, simply nodded. Serori turned away from them all, taking a running start as he leapt into the sky, a massive golden fire erupting about him as he rocketed off into the heavens.
Chisha picked up Senzai and slung the boy over his shoulder, carrying the king onto the hovercraft which Blackthorn had started up, followed by Vegeta, Goku and Torrac. Although reluctant, Kale eventually followed them onto the ship as well.
Chisha laid Senzai down on the cool metal floor of the ship, watching him closely as a soft groan escaped the king. Senzai lifted his head ever so slightly and looked up at the sky, a blazing golden fire soaring up into the heavens.
"Serori," muttered Senzai quietly before he lost consciousness… and his mentor.
--Scene Change--
The once beautiful metropolis lie in ruins, upper halves of buildings strew all about the city, the lower halves singed and burned to crisps. Cars lie crushed and flattened, large chunks of street scattered about the ground as debris. Atop the debris lie purple snow, coating the destroyed area in a purple blanket.
A thinned out group of Saiyajins, housed in auras, waged an attack on a now retaliating Tuffle military, the Tuffles firing heat cannons and heat pistols at the attacking Saiyajins. After about an hour of a back and forth battle, the Saiyajin forces had dwindled from a thousand strong to about three hundred, the millions of Tuffles now in the hundred thousands.
The armored Saiyajin leader who had lead the charge stood on the corner of a destroyed avenue, firing attacks off at two Tuffle soldiers who fought back with heat blasts. The Saiyajin leader quickly blasted and killed the two soldiers and met up with a soldier of his own breed.
"Status report!"
"We're standing pretty strong but we've lost a good bit of men," responded the Saiyajin soldier, his flaming aura staving off the falling snow, "We're holding it at a stalemate but with that damn snow… once they get those cannons ready its going to be a massacre."
"Then we better make damn sure those cannons don't get operational," barked the leader, "Attack!" A gaggle of Saiyajins took off behind the leader as he charged, making their way toward the Tuffles.
Just as they charged, once of the massive heat cannons buzzed loudly.
"Oh no, its operational!" Cried a Saiyajin soldier as a gigantic wave of concentrated heat energy took out at least fifty or so Saiyajins.
"Damn it," cursed the leader, his battalion ceasing their charge behind him, "What do we do… Damn it!"
Another cannon fired, taking about the same amount in its wake, this battle quickly turning from an even match into an unmerciful slaughter.
Just when all hope seemed lost, a colossal explosion shook the world. Everyone ceased fighting for a moment and looked up, the skies swallowed up in a brilliant silver fire. The flames slowly cleared, revealing a full moon, the clouds of death evaporated into nothingness along with the snow.
The Saiyajin leader grinned. "With that damn snow out the way, this should be…" He trailed off as his eyes fell on the full moon, his heart slowing, but in place of speedy beats came thunderous pounding. Veins began to pulse all throughout his face as his tail swished wildly behind him.
The Saiyajin leader growled and doubled over in pain, his body ripping and shredding his clothes as he began to grow, brown fur sprouting from his flesh.
The Tuffles stared at the spectacle in shock.
"What on Planet Plant is happening?"
The Saiyajin leader's body shot up and swelled, his body transforming into that of a gargantuan ape, fearsome fangs hanging from his mouth. The leader pounded his chest, all the Saiyajins behind him mimicking the transformation, leaving a group of at least one hundred and fifty Oozaru staring the Tuffles down.
The leader of the Tuffles looked up at the mammoth beasts, mouth agape. Stammering, he ordered his men to fire. The leader leapt forward and stomped on the heat cannons, killing the Tuffles that manned them as he destroyed them.
The Saiyajin leader roared, firing a massive wave of energy, easily triple the size of the heat cannons' blast. The wave wiped out every Tuffle there, completely wiping out the city, leaving a simmering pile of ashes and cinders.
The Saiyajin leader bellowed once more and his army charged forth into the night, wrecking all that was Planet Plant, destroying everything that was Tuffle society.
--Scene Change--
A grandiose golden orb sat precariously on the edge of the horizon, barely peeking its glorious head over the edge of the sky. A pinkish orange light spilled out across the heavens, streaking through and parting the darkness.
As the sun rose, its brilliance illuminated a small but wide crater surrounded and filled with debris. Aside from the debris existed three male figures with long, brown tails, their forms ranging from totally to partially naked.
A fourth figure approached them, but this figure's body, easily distinguishable as a woman's, was clothed in a tattered red blouse and a partially torn red skirt, the worn out clothing covering the important parts.
The woman paused at the top of the crater, shaking her head in disgust. "Here…" She muttered, tossing them some pairs of pants.
"What, embarrassed by my greatness?" Asked the largest of the three men, his upper body half covered in a broken armor.
The woman sighed. "More like pity…"
After pulling the holey blue pants up, the armored man looked back up at her. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing…" She looked back over the path she'd come, broken buildings, smashed cars, full and halved carcasses littering it. "I can't believe we really did it… Or that the Oozaru legend was true."
"Believe it Pepa," snapped the armored warrior, one of his comrades now clothed from the waist down as well. "The Tsufuru-jin are no more."
His dressed ally nodded. "Yeah…" He turned to their companion who laid on the ground, unconscious. "But Hakusai… can you believe that kid?"
Hakusai, the armored Saiyajin, shook his head. "Kabu, I've never seen anyone fight like that. Kid mighta killed us if the sun didn't rise." Hakusai looked to Pepa. "Anything from the King?"
Pepa shook her head. "Nothing… We're still looking."
"Well we've got to—" Hakusai abruptly paused, hearing a faint groan. He turned to see the boy slowly starting to get up. "Well, well. Someone's finally up are they?" Hakusai tossed a pair of pants at him. "Here, don't want Pepa getting any ideas."
Pepa rolled her brown eyes. "Always something to say, Hakusai?"
Hakusai grinned. "The war is over, you're damn right I've got something to say!"
The boy climbed to his feet, his forehead parting in a widow's peak, his hair standing upright. "Over?"
"Yeah kid its…" Hakusai trailed off, looking at the boy's face. "Wow, you look just like the old king. What's your name kid?"
"Vejita," responded the boy, his diction a little guttural.
"Vejita huh? Sounds just like the king's name too." Hakusai shrugged and ruffled the boy's hair. "Well either way, you're definitely one of us. You're gonna be a great warrior someday kid."
Vejita scowled a little, but couldn't stop his tail from wagging slightly.
Hakusai turned from the boy and looked to the horizon. "Pepa… I want you and Kabu to find all the men you can and go back to my palace."
Pepa nodded. "Gotcha Hakusai." Just as she and Kabu started to leave, she looked back at Hakusai one last time. "What about you?"
Hakusai grinned, keeping his gaze to the rising sun. "I'm taking the kid with me…. I've always wanted a protégé."
Pepa chuckled. "Alright, sure. Let's go Kabu." With that said, Kabu and Pepa took off to the skies, flying in search of any Saiyajins still alive after the night's great battle.
Vejita looked to Hakusai with a look of confusion, the elder Saiyajin returning the gesture with a broad smile and a nod. That done, Hakusai began to walk, heading away from the direction Pepa and Kabu had gone in.
"Come on Vejita," said Hakusai as he started to leave, the younger Saiyajin following him, leaving the graveyard of the Tuffle race barren.
--Scene Change--
The sun hung quite a few degrees shy of angling directly overhead, half of the golden sphere blocked by olden mountains, the rocky peaks splintering the sun's rays. The thin purple coat layering the tips of the mountains shone in the light, creating a faint fluorescent glow of purplish gold.
A tall, broad shouldered man dressed in army fatigues stood at the foot of the mountain range, a thick forestry about fifty or so meters of dirt covered in a thin purple dust behind him. His eyes studied the glow, marveling at its beauty.
A shorter man garbed in brown fur approached him, stopping just shy of him.
"Its over, Tsufurujin," whispered the shorter man, "We Saiyajins have won."
The taller man nodded without turning to face the Saiyajin. "I know… Chisha, was it?"
"Yes, that is my name," responded Chisha, "And yours is Blackthorn. I know of you... You are the great Saiyajin slayer."
"That was a long time ago…. Before I found what really makes a man a man."
"Oh? And that would be?"
Blackthorn turned his head, looking at Chisha from the corner of his eye. "Love."
Chisha cocked a brow. "What?"
Blackthorn smiled, looking back to the mountains. "That snow is poisonous… I can smell it."
"Indeed," agreed Chisha, "How can a Tsufurujin's senses be so acute?"
"None of that matters now," answered Blackthorn, "That was the last snowstorm of the season… In fact, I think this is the first day of Hazumi."
Chisha nodded. "I think so too…" His eyes widened, looking back to the purple snow covered vehicle that had shielded them during the storm. "It's the King's eighteenth season-cycle!"
It was Blackthorn's turn to raise a brow. "You mean it's his birthday?"
"How fitting that the king should reach the age of adulthood on this glorious day of victory!" Chisha started to go back to wake the king, then stopped himself. "You know what… I'll leave him be. He deserves it."
Blackthorn shook his head, looking back to the mountaintops. "So the reign of the Saiyajins begins today…"
Chisha looked back to Blackthorn. "And you are the last Tsufurujin alive."
Blackthorn closed his eyes, sighing almost inaudibly. "I lost everything to the war… But the war is over... and that is all that matters."
Black sighed again, lowering his head a little. 'But I failed to keep my promise… Paramu is gone… I'm so sorry mother…' He said inwardly as he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
"Spoken like a true soldier," said Chisha, "And if General Serori trusted you enough to leave you alive… You can believe you have my trust and respect."
Blackthorn nodded. That said Chisha left him, walking back to the ship.
Blackthorn started to walk back, then felt compelled to look up to the sky. His eyes fell onto a sliver of silver streak overhead. A grin slowly spread across his face.
"At least I can still fulfill one promise…" His grin turned scowl, he nodded. "You will die at my hands Serori… I swear it."
With that said, Blackthorn joined the gaggle of Saiyajins in the ship with the war finally over and the world at peace.
At least, it seemed so.
And there it is... the last chapter of DBC... man, I liked this chapter alot... I hope you all did too... thanks to everyone that stuck with me through this, most notably my buddy G-chan and my newest reviewers who I picked up towards the end, Hyrule, I Love Trunks and Mirai Gogeta... And thanks to everyone who reviewed this over the past 3 years, thanks everybody.. I wouldn't have finished this if it weren't for you.
If you liked this story, stick around... the sequel this way cometh. KG, out.