He could hear them as they all started to converge. Tarble was behind him, he could sense his brother's nervousness. Almost everyone was accounted for, they were just missing Raditz and Kakarot.
He had to wonder why those two would be late. They knew what they were trying to accomplish. Raditz even had his little mate to be's life riding on this. Even with the knowledge that Onna was being used by Zera, he would not allow the older boy to go until this war was over. That gave the boy less time that he could use to save her. At this point, he already saw it as a lost cause. Anything that had to do with Zera needed to be eliminated.
He watched as Raditz came in with Kakarot and he had to back pedal his thoughts. Raditz had come out of that and was fine. He had his moments, but he was very useful.
Looking at Kakarot, the boy looked panicked. They were late, but not by enough to make the younger look so terrified.
The two of them pushed through the crowd and he knew it was time to start.
"As you know, we have already weakened the supply route for the enemy. But now it is time to strike." The room erupted with cheers. Cheers that would be quieted in the next couple of minutes.
Behind him Tarble pushed a couple of buttons, bringing up a hologram of the city. His brother made sure to include the moon in this scenario. He heard some confused whispering below him.
"As you can see, we will need to strike only a couple of hours after dusk. This will allow us to catch my father's men off guard. Everyone will be off duty, some already asleep." The hologram zoomed out. "We will be split off into three separate teams. Team one will be in charge of attacks from the air. Their job will be to keep the enemy from getting air born. Team two will be the ground team. Team two will be making sure that we get through the city. You will have to clear the streets of any and all threats. And finally, team three will be going through the tunnels under the palace. This will be the most difficult task as that is where the strongest of my father's stronghold with be." The hologram changed again. "Those going into the tunnels will have to eliminate all of the guards on that are in the palace, along with getting me to our main target. Once I am close enough to my father, we can put an end to this." He looked around the room, some of them didn't looked too convinced.
"Your Majesty, how are we going to attack at night? If the moon is out, we will become apes." One of the men asked from the floor. He didn't like the look of this man, he was questioning his authority in front of everyone.
But he had other things to be doing then thinking about how annoying this man was.
He took a deep breath. This was it. Would they accept this or would they revolt. "To keep ourselves from changing, we must remove our tails. Without our tails, we will not change forms and can walk under the moon."
He watched as every single one of them looked at him in shock and fear. He was expecting this.
To his shock, Tarble walked in front of him. "It is the only way to catch them by surprise. I know everyone here has been taught that we gain our power through our tails, but that is not the case." His brother turned back around and pushed another couple of buttons in on the hologram, this time making it show an outline of a Saiyan. "Instead, power comes from the energy in our bodies, and our tails only weaken us, as our bodies sometimes shut down when they are grabbed." The hologram started flashing up different slides every couple of seconds. When and how did Tarble have enough time to come up with this? He seriously didn't type this out while he was stating the battle plan, did he? "Now two things fuel our power, depending on what kind of Saiyan you are. If you are one of the Saiyans like myself, your power is fueled by a sadistic level of pleasure, while if you are a fighter like my brother, you will need to feel a sadistic level of rage." Tarble stated.
He watched as some of the fear dissipated. Maybe they wouldn't have as much resistance as they thought they would.
"But how can we make it passed all of those elites? Even with anger on our surprise on our side, they can still transform. We would be sitting ducks." The same man from before said with a sneer.
He growled, hadn't he listened to the plan. Didn't they already answer that question.
Tarble laughed. "Don't you remember what was finished with our first attack?"
"You were taken captive." The man answered.
Tarble frowned. "No, I was referring to them having their supplies limited. The elites and upper class have to be running low on food. Without food they cannot create enough energy to fight and more importantly transform. They will be defenseless."
He was kind of stunned with how well his brother was doing. Maybe he had gotten used to public speaking while he was gone. He filed the information away for later. Who knew when he would need it again.
"Then why not attack at dusk? Why not during the day?" The man countered.
"I still don't see why we have to cut off our tails." Another voice commented.
He snarled making the room go quiet. "Our enemy will be expecting us to attack during the day. We must wait till night in order to catch them off guard. A tail means nothing at this point and they will grow back with time." He looked over at his brother, who gave him a small nod. "Do you want to stay in this bunker for the rest of your miserable lives? Waiting for your failure of a King to find you? To torture you and your families for staying on the side of justice? Or will you do something about it? Will you stand with me and help create a better future for our kind or go back to the class system that has separated us for thousands of years." The room had gone quiet, it was as if they were hanging on his every word. "It won't be easy, some lives will be lost. But in the end we will say that we preserved. That future generations will look back on us and remember what our sacrifice has given them." He jumped down, letting them part the aisle for him. He let his anger grow. They had no idea of the power he had gained. "Stand with me and power.." He transformed into a Super Saiyan, his golden hair lighting the path around him. "and glory will be ours."
He could see the awe in their eyes. He was a living legend; the power he had gained was getting through to them.
"Together, all of us can achieve more than we ever dreamed of." Tarble said and he watched as his brother also transformed. The black aura surrounded his body and he could she his red eyes flashing. "All we have to do is take it."
He smirked at his brother. He couldn't have said it better himself.
He annoying man from before wasn't having it though. "Well of course the two of you can transform. Your royalty. What will the rest of us do?"
As he was about to reprimand the man for his disobedience, another flash of gold erupted behind the present thorn in his side. The man moved to the side in shock. He couldn't help but chuckle as Kakarot glared up at the man.
"Being royal has nothing to do with it. Unlocking your rage on the other hand, can make all of the difference." His young charge said, making him proud.
"But I have been mad plenty of times and I have never become that." The man pointed, looking rather annoyed that a small child could become a Super Saiyan.
He was tired of this man's game. He could smell a traitor a mile away and this man reeked of it. "That's because you have nothing to live for. You are the kind of trash that believes the lies he was given from the past." He found himself walking up the man. Looking him over as he came forward. "I do have one question for you. How much is my father giving you?"
He smirked as pure panic spread across the man's face. "Nothing…my Prince…I.." He was sweating and stumbling over his words.
The room crowd around him began to jeer. Wild howls and roars filled the room, demanding the execution of the man.
"What have you told him?" He pressed. He had to know what his father knew. It could mean life or death for them.
The man was shaking his head, refusing to give them anything. He snarled, the electricity that was coming off of his body crackled.
The man started to laugh weakly as he was backed into a wall. "You'll get nothing out of me. I will not betray my King."
He growled. He needed to know what this man had done before they moved forward. If not, they would be walking into a trap.
The crowd was becoming murderous behind him. He was backed into a corner with what he had to do. Either kill this man and lose his information or keep him alive and deal with his enraged followers.
The crowd parted behind him and he saw Raditz out of the corner of his eye.
"Let me take care of this." He could see an almost sadistic looking smile on the other boys face and figured that the boy had to have a plan. He gave him a nod and the long haired boy walked forward.
He could already see that Raditz's eyes had taken on a similar look to Tarbles. This must have been Raditz's Nightwalker side coming out.
He watched as the other man looked terrified. He must have witnessed what the boy had done before, now he was intrigued. Raditz had said that he needed to be close to his victim.
The man seemed to be looking for an exit, but there was no way out. He would either face Raditz or the angry mob.
He was a little confused as Raditz placed his hand on the man's head, the man's eyes taking the same red color as the aura began to form around them.
The man quickly moved his hands to the top of his head, as most as if he was trying to pull himself away from Raditz's hand. But he couldn't get away. Something was holding him in place.
A piercing, chilling scream filled the air. He even had to cover his ears as the sound rose to unbearable levels.
Seconds later, the man fell to the ground limp. Raditz turned back to him, wiping the blood on his hand onto his jacket. "We have two days. Your father knows we are here. They plan to attack at dawn. If we are going to go through with your plan, we must prepare immediately."
He nodded to his friend. This was damning news, but he was glad to have it. He turned back to his followers. "The time is now. Surrender your tails or wait for the cold hands of death. If you think that my father will spare you or your families, you would be wrong." He looked around the room, glancing over their faces. "I ask again; will you fight or will you fall?"
He waited hoping that they would consider his plan. If they didn't the days ahead would be dark. Finding a new base would take time.
A yell made it through the crowd and he looked to where it came from. Kakarot's mother was standing there, her tail in her hand, freshly ripped from her backside.
Then another yelp echoed across the room and another. Soon the room was filled with the sound of pain and he started to notice that a pile was beginning to grow on the floor.
He smirked to himself, this was perfect.
Behind him he heard a slight intake of air and turned again to face the man, who strangely enough, was alive. He looked back over to Raditz questioningly.
"If you want more Nightwalkers, you need to let more of our kind get in a kill." With that the older boy walked forward, grabbing a hold of the man's armor and dragging him across the floor. "Where is my med team?" Raditz called out.
Through the crazy crowd of people, the Prince watched as the children that were by Tarble's bedside came forward. His smirk became darker as he looked back to Raditz. "When will they be ready?"
Raditz smirked. "Give me till dawn."
"Good. What about the senzu?" He asked, knowing how little time they how had.
"They are complete. I will make sure that they are issued before tomorrow night." Raditz said.
"Excellent." He looked down at the man, seeing his terrified face. "Have them take their time. If you can get any more information that we can use, do not hesitate to get it." The five were surrounding them. "I will leave this matter to you." He gave them all a cocky grin. "Have fun."
They all gave him a nod and with that Raditz and a couple of the boys started to drag him from the room. The man seemed to out of it to struggle, so it was almost as if they were carrying a rag doll.
Tarble came over to him, looking over the scene around them. "I've never seen that power of Raditz's. I wasn't expecting that."
"He said that he needed to be close. I never thought that he would have to be that direct with his victim." He said deep in thought.
"I will start on some new scouters. Parle left me her blueprints from the ones she made." Tarble stated.
"Good. We will need to figure out their movements. You don't need to give one to Kakarot though." He grinned.
Tarble looked confused. "Why? He will need to track the enemy."
"It's as I said. "He crossed his arms over his chest. "Kakarot can sense others, he won't need a scouter."
Tarble nodded. "That just means that I have one less to make. What team are you going to have Kakarot on?"
"He will be on the ground. Its time I trusted him on his own. He proved himself on Earth. He can do this." He said watching as the boy got his tail pulled off by his father. Almost laughing as his eyes shot forward due to the pain.
"I know where you are going….what about me?" Tarble asked.
He smirked. "You and the other Nightwalkers will be heading down to the where the Tech-Techs are being held. They have to be somewhere in the palace."
His brother's eyebrow raised. "Why do I have to find them?"
He laughed. "Well if you are going to be their King someday?"
Tarble blushed. "I never said anything about that."
"Well if you are going to mate with their Gure. You might as well own your new title and position." He teased.
He could see the look of horror on his brother's face. "I…I never thought…"
He laughed. "Sure, you didn't."
"How do I..?" His brother stuttered.
"Don't over think it. We still have to conquer our father. After that we can focus on the rest of the galaxy." He said, looking up at the massive pile of tails.
"It's going to be all ours, isn't it?" Tarble asked.
"Yes, and nothing will stand in our way."
To Be Continued…
Author's Note
Plot progression, lol. Sorry about the late update. I had a few internet problems. The alternate Tarble fic should be starting up this week. The alternate Raditz one has already started.
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