Disclaimer-DBZ still isn't mine. And one half of the plot isn't mine. A few characters are real people, so they aren't mine, either.
No Turning Back
The ki collars shattered into smithereens and fell to the street, unnoticed by the two Saiyans. Muscles bulged under the stress of powering up, and their eyes glinted with hatred.
"We will be stepped on no longer," Kakarot said in a cold, flat hiss.
"The Saiya-jins rule again," Vegeta added on the same note.
Mr. Cuff and his counterpart started to back up, frightened out of their wits, as the Super Saiyans stepped forward towards them. Mr. Cuff's hand shook as he raised the energy gun and shakily pointed it at Celipa. "S-s-stay back!" he warned meekly, trying to sound frightening but failing miserably. "I'll shoot! I mean it!"
"Stop pretending," Vegeta spat, menacing and triumphant, as Kakarot slapped the energy gun out of Mr. Cuff's hands. "We are no longer in your control."
The two men stepped back, positively shaking with dread.
"Get out of my sight!" Vegeta roared. "If we ever catch you harming a Saiyan again, we will not hesitate to kill you!"
"Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir," the two stuttered, before running away, out of sight, screaming as if they saw a ghost.
"Kakarot!" Celipa called, wincing as the pain spread throughout her broken arm.
"Mama!" Kakarot dropped his Super Saiyan form and ran back to his mother. "What's wrong?"
"My arm," she said, grimacing. "I think it's been dislocated from the socket."
Vegeta, also dropping out of Super Saiyan form, picked up the energy gun. He dropped it on the ground and stepped on it. It shattered into a million pieces, broken beyond repair. Turning his cold eyes towards the fence, where many students were still watching with wide eyes, he began to give orders. "One of you, go call an ambulance!"
A student ran off to the building. Vegeta approached the fence, and all but a few scattered. The group they had eaten lunch with stayed near the fence, including Yamcha.
"Now you see what harm the traders do to the Saiyans," Vegeta hissed. He grabbed Yamcha's shirt collar and pulled him so they were facing eye-to-eye. "Separate our families, injure our people, treat us like dirt!" Vegeta pushed Yamcha back. "If you have agreed with your father's views up till now, I hope this has changed your mind."
"She'll be fine," Dr. Ananda Gibbs, a specialist in Saiyan anatomy, assured Kakarot. "Her arm has, indeed, been dislocated, but it should heal within a month."
Kakarot left the room and entered the lobby. Kame House's inhabitants, as well as Bulma and Yamcha, were waiting there.
"Well?" Chichi asked, looking at Kakarot.
He nodded.
"Good." Chichi smiled. Since Kakarot had come to Kame House, she'd gotten to know him. The two were becoming fast friends.
"Kakarot, does she have a place to stay?" Master Roshi asked.
"No. She was supposed to be sent to a plantation, but that's out of the question now."
"Well then, I suppose…"
"Mama can stay with us?"
"Yes."
Kakarot looked ready to pass out from happiness. "Seriously?"
"Yes. You see, on the night you came to Kame House, I overheard you and Krillin talking about what you wished for. I vowed then and there that you're wishes would be fulfilled." He gestured towards the room. "The first step is to have your mother come with us."
Kakarot stared at Master Roshi in amazement and joy. Then he slapped himself.
"Kakarot, why would you do that?" Master Roshi yelped.
"To make sure this is real and I'm not in the best dream of my life!"
"I'm sorry, no comment," Master Roshi said into the flashing lights of the cameras, shoving past the reporters. Neighbors came out to watch the spectacle as Master Roshi pushed his way through the sea of reporters. He finally managed to free himself from the mob, get inside his house, and slam the door behind him.
"What's this world coming to when a man can't even get to his own house without the paparazzi?"
"Sorry, Master Roshi," Kakarot said from the floor, where Chichi and Launch were teaching him and Vegeta how to play the card game War.
"You've got nothing to be sorry about, my boy. You two did what was right, regardless of the law."
"I'm proud of you two boys for fighting," Celipa said from the recliner, her arm in a sling. "Even if it did turn out with me having a broken arm."
"Ha!" Vegeta hooted, his Ace beating out Kakarot's King, Launch's 10, and Chichi's Jack. "Celipa, do you have any idea where my own mother is?
"Hmm…I saw her at the auction where I was sold to the trucker's employer. I think she was auctioned off to someone named…Burter. Yes, his name was Burter."
"Burter? Where have I heard that name before?"
"Oh my God!" Kakarot yelped suddenly.
"Kakarot, what is it?" Celipa asked, looking at her son questioningly.
"Burter was one of Frieza's elite fighters!"
"Holy Bleep, that's right!" Vegeta exclaimed. "I saw him the night when they invaded the palace!"
"Bleep. All of them," Celipa said, venom in her voice. "They couldn't just let the king live. Of course not. No, they had to kill him in his own home. And then let his own wife and child walk past him! As if he were nothing more than some…some…ugh! I can't even find the right word for it!"
"Exactly," Vegeta said.
"Vegeta?" Chichi said. "We have a four-way war."
"All right!" he said, preparing his cards. "Prepare to lose, girl!"
Celipa turned an apologetic glance to Master Roshi. "I know that you've bought from the trade, but you've done it for the good of the Saiyans. I thank you for this. Through you, I was able to find one of my sons again."
She sighed. "Look at them." She gestured towards the four. Chichi was sticking her tongue out at Vegeta, who was smirking because he had, indeed, won, and Kakarot was laughing at the both of them. Launch was mock scolding, biting back laughter. "That's what they should be doing at 9 years of age."
"What?" Master Roshi smirked. "Arguing over who won at War?"
Celipa made a face at him. "I mean, playing, like normal children. I've passed many a plantation, seeing children younger than my son breaking their backs for their masters and getting whipped for tripping over a rock. All these children, Saiyans and Earthlings alike, should be having fun like those four are having right now. Not being forced to submit to hard labor, or chemical experimentation. They say that Saiyans are sub-human. It's better than not being human at all!"
"It's sad to see that everywhere you turn," Master Roshi agreed. "Children. They're so innocent."
"Children on Vegetasei were never put up to fight adults. They were trained right by their parents, and honed their skills against other children. But when I saw them fighting like that today, I knew that it was just the beginning."
She sighed again, this time looking out the bay window at the dark blue waves of the ocean crash against the shore. "There is no turning back."
*Dodges rotten fruit thrown by people who wanted a longer chapter* I'm sorry! I happen to think 6 pages is pretty good!
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