Well, here it is...the chapter you have all been waiting for. Or, at least, the chapter you have all been dreading since the start of this story. It's time to kill Vegeta, you all pay attention now and we will all get along just fine. Thanks to all that review:
BlueAzul13 –Yeah, I am glad you like it so much. As to whether Goten's dream was a future vision, you will have to decide for yourself, that's half the fun! And Vegeta is SO evil and I don't think you are the first one to notice that. I hope you enjoy this chapter and it will at least reinforce your hate for him.
GOTEN2003UK –Shocking results huh? Well, they were getting kinda old and I figured aw what the hell. Besides, this makes it more interesting for future chapters. Leave it to them to grow up faster than anyone really wants. Wow, that's a lot of 'great's I am so happy you think I am that great. !!!
animeprincess1452 –Chibi fun, yeah everyone likes it. Thanks for the compliments and I will update soon.
Candy the Duck –Short review, concise and absolutely to the point. I love it. I think we were all wondering how long it would be, it seemed like a good time to me as any.
Before you read this chapter, remember to take all your rage out on Vegeta and kindly not kill the messenger.
Chapter 8: The End of Good Times
It was the worst day the planet Earth ever saw, and also it's last in existence. It started out much the same as all the other days, but this day was different. All would soon come to an end; all the things that were to happen fell into place all at once and the kais themselves seemed powerless to stop it.
The calm atmosphere of the Lookout belied the fact that so much chaos was in the near future. Along its edge stood a young Namekian named Dende, who had sworn to guard the planet Earth at all costs. Normally, he was content to stand watch and just let things unfold, but something told him that this was all wrong, and the seven glowing Dragonballs behind him, along with Bulma's Dragonball Radar, lay testament to that promise of protection. A short man with a worried expression came up to the guardian and spoke concerned: "Are you sure you did the right thing, Dende? Even after these years I still think it was a bad idea for you to steal them and I can sense you are worried about it now." Dende shifted his feet uncomfortably and rested his arms on his pointed Guardian's cane. "I know I was a little crazy to steal them and the Radar right from underneath his nose, Popo, but I believe it was for the best," he said. "Yes," said Popo, "but if he ever finds out he won't be happy." Dende's frown deepened and he said: "I know, if he comes up here my life is in danger. However I feel if he finds them...then there might not be an Earth for me to look after any, longer." He still didn't understand why he decided not to contact Goku and the others to safeguard the spheres from the often maniacal Saiya-jin Prince, but he knew that was not the answer. The young healer sighed as he thought of how uncertain his future was, but he knew it was at least reasonably uncertain.
Two years. Two long and fucking agonizing years Vegeta had been combing the globe in search of the Dragonballs that had been stolen from him. The one day had finally come and he was seconds from making his wish and when he went to his hidden locker in the gravity room to retrieve them, they were gone. Fine, he had thought, I will use the woman's device to find them again. It was probably that Baka Kakarotto! But the Dragonball Radar was missing too, and Vegeta was wary to ask her to build another one for him. She was a human, but quite a sharp one at that; she would have no trouble figuring out that he was up to no good wanting the Radar. After all, to want it is not simply to want it, but rather to want the Dragonballs. If she had not heard from Kakarotto or the others it was safe to say she would be suspicious. So he spent his time at nights alone searching for them, checking every place he thought they might be; every hole and ditch and every house in the world. He would fly on a precise course once around the Earth each night at a different line of latitude. As he flew with his dark eyes closed, he would scan the ground beneath him for a few miles on each side for their very distinctive Ki signature. But he could search in vain for millennia and might never realize that the key to his problem was to fly under the Lookout and scan upwards instead of downwards, it was almost a perfect ruse. But he found out the secret. Nobody knew how he did it but he located the Dragonballs and flew to the lookout, killing both Dende and Popo before anyone could notice.
The sky grew black and at once everyone who knew that Shenlong had arrived knew something was wrong. No wish to him was to be made, and it quickly became clear that something was seriously amiss. Goku sensed that the energy from the Eternal Dragon was coming from the Lookout and used Shunken Idou to get their instantly. What he saw made his blood curdle. Two of his friends and the sworn guardians of the Earth lay dead in pools of blood and the proud Saiya-jin Prince stood looking up to the Dragon. "Vegeta!" yelled Goku. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?!" Vegeta just laughed and turned around to face the taller Saiya-jin. "What does it look like Kakarotto? You screwed up and didn't watch me carefully enough. Now before you knew it I have regained my evil ways and I plan to make the MOST out of my two wishes!" Goku tried to figure out Vegeta's plan but was still confused. "Whatever you are going to do I know it's bad," Goku said. "And even Bulma and Trunks might die!" Vegeta powered up a Ki blast and shot it at Goku, who barely hit it aside and into space. "You bakayaro!" the Prince screamed. "We have been through this before, I don't care. As for Trunks, he will be spared but I can't say the same for you. You, Kakarotto, shall suffer a fate worse than death as I take my last revenge for the indignities I have suffered at your hands!" With that monologue, perhaps the last thing Vegeta ever said before his mind was corrupted by evil one-hundred percent, he turned and breathed his wishes. Goku reached his hand forward and tried to stop it from coming, but it did. The next thing he knew, he was standing on a weird planet that stimulated latent memories from his infancy, and then he knew only blackness. With that wish, Vegeta created a new Vegeta-sei and resurrected plenty of Saiya-jin to do his dirty work in ruling the universe. He had all the people with Saiya-jin blood on Earth brought to the new planet and, to remove any further competition to his newfound power, had Goku and Gohan restrained in prison. His evil laughter spread across the royal palace around him as he sent a blast toward Earth that was more than capable of destroying it.
Goten sat up with a start, this was wrong. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked around. Definitely wrong. This wasn't his bed and was certainly not his house, worse the Kis of his father, mother and big brother were nowhere to be found and what about...? No, it couldn't be that his dream was becoming a reality, could it? He looked to his side and saw Trunks-kun there. No, this was real, but where was he? He shook his friend awake and whispered: "Trunks-kun, somethin's wrong; wake up!" The older boy rolled over, brushing some hair from his eyes, and said: "What is it Goten, it's the middle of the night and I-" he broke off. He could sense a monstrous number of Saiya-jin in the immediate area, perhaps the whole planet was covered with them. But he quickly realized that they were not on Earth as he extended his senses. "What? Where are we...I-I think we are on Vegeta-sei, Goten..." he said slowly, getting up to turn on the light. "You sure?" Goten said. "I thought it was destroyed by Frieza." Trunks opened a book on the unfamiliar shelf next to the unfamiliar bed and glanced at the pages. He couldn't read the strange symbols, but it was unmistakably Saiya-jin writing. He heard footsteps in hall outside the small room they were in and all his gut told him was to run far away, and as fast as he could! "Goten, we gotta go! NOW!" Trunks said quickly. "But-" Goten started to say but was cut short as Trunks pulled him out the window and took off towards the reaches of the city just as the door opened.
Vegeta was quite pleased at the results so far. He had his power, and all the people loved him like the God he was. He summoned a few of the messengers and inquired about his son and his friend but was told that their whereabouts were unknown at the present time. Blasting the head off of one, he ordered the others to tell the search party to find them at once. They complied and ran out the open door as fast as they could, fearing the new King's political power as much if not more than his actual physical power. Vegeta sat back in his throne, eating a few small fruits that resembled Earth grapes, and ordered the cleaning woman to scrub the blood and burnt flesh off the tile floor and remove the body for an un-ceremonial burial. After he became bored with simply sitting around doing nothing, he walked out the door, grabbing a few ceremonial guards along the way and had them escort him to the nearby prison where his hated enemy was being held.
Goku opened his eyes again, feeling restraints at his wrists and ankles, holding him up in an uncomfortable position. He tried to use his Ki, but the restraints just sucked out his energy as soon as it flowed through him and he weakened in his efforts. He tried to transform but was immediately hit by an electrical feedback in the system, shocking him painfully. He twisted his head weakly to look to his side and saw his son in a similar position and anticipated seeing his other son on his other side. He was very relieved when he saw Goten was not there and was happy to find out that at least part of his family escaped this torturous place. Suddenly his senses were ravaged by pain as he felt the population of Earth, the entire population, including his wife and all the human friends and family he knew, cry out and then die. He threw his head back and screamed, trying again to power up and losing consciousness when the electricity surged back into his body. He awakened to a sharp punch to his ribs, and looked at the smirking face of his rival, Vegeta. "So," he said weakly, "you're responsible for all of this." Vegeta's smile grew and he rammed a knee into Goku's exposed abdomen, causing him to spit up blood. "Yes that's right Kakarotto, and as soon as I find your other son I will be banishing all three of you across the whole fucking galaxy for what you have done to me, but first...," he said, motioning to one of his guards who pushed a button on a control pad, revealing a telescreen on the wall which blinked to life and then revealed a stylized battle arena not far from the prison. "...you are going to watch your eldest son get softened up a little by myself." Goku smiled, saying: "It's not like you to keep your opponent bound and helpless just so you can defeat him. Not very honorable my Saiya-jin Prince." Vegeta's smile grew more and he spread his arms and said: "Look at me Kakarotto, I don't need to have Gohan restrained to beat him, can you not sense my latent strength?" Indeed, Goku could feel it and he looked on in terror as Vegeta took Gohan's unconscious body and flew off to the arena. Deep in his cell and incapable of moving much less fighting, he watched the events unfold.
The fight was fast and intense and both fighters had definitely raised their powers to unbelievable heights. It was possible that Vegeta was even more powerful that Goku as he transformed again, but none of that mattered. In a short time, Gohan stood triumphant over a very pissed and very bloody Vegeta, who despite his new Super Saiya-jin 3 power had been unable to break through the oldest Son son's Mystic form and strength. But Gohan wasn't going to kill him; he planned to spare him, courtesy of his father's genetically passed forgiving spirit. Vegeta stood up, admitting defeat as he planned one last effort to win; it had worked before, why not again. Vegeta stood up, saying: "Fine then, we will fight again another time. You win this round, Gohan, but I will keep training and I will surpass you." Gohan smiled in satisfaction and turned his back to the Prince, making the same fatal mistake as his father. Goku saw it coming and tried to telepathically warn his son, but it was too late and Vegeta cracked Gohan right in the back of his skull, sending him to the dirt and out like a light. Vegeta now stood triumphant; his trick had worked, again. Looking down at one of the last warriors of good, he powered up a small and deadly Ki ball on the tip of a finger, pointing it down toward the vanquished half Saiya-jin fighter. "If we meet in the next world, we will fight again. You are a worthy fighter and stronger even than your baka father and I look forward our next battle. I hope you will not make the same mistakes as this time," he said, sending down a beam of energy right through Gohan's head. The scream from Goku could be heard for miles around as he watched the telescreen and personally witnessed his oldest son die.
Trunks looked around as he stretched his limbs in the cool air around the empty house he and Goten had found in the wilderness. Keeping their Kis down, they had avoided detection, but he felt he and friend did not have long. Without wanting to wake Goten and worry him, he donned his dark cloak and flew of to a nearby village to see if there was any more news on them. Sure enough, he found out that there was now a significant bounty on their heads, but was confused to find out that they were wanted alive and unharmed. A look on the nearby telescreen revealed his father, who spoke in a strange Saiya-jin tongue and then in plain English, obviously intended for his own ears, that he and Goten were wanted for high treason and that Goten and his family were to be banished off to another planet immediately following capture. There was no way he wanted to be separated, but he knew that there was often a strategy to life, a trait inherited from his mother and her analytical mind, and decided to act another time. Trunks knew that there would only be more pain if they would fight back at this time, they had their whole lives to set things right. He returned to the small home to tell his friend and found him already awake cooking some fish. The eleven-year-old stepped into the door and smelled the air loudly. "Mornin' Goten, smells good! I'm hungry!" His younger friend smiled and put out the fire saying the fish was done before running up to embrace his friend. "Trunks-kun, please don't run off like that, I was scared!" said Goten. Trunks pulled him onto the bed, running his hand through Goten's soft hair and capturing a brief kiss from him. "Don't worry, I'm fine," Trunks said. "'Cept they are still lookin' for us and I don't know how long we got." Goten tried to care about the danger they were in but found himself drifting helplessly into his friend's eyes instead.
It wasn't another minute before they were kissing passionately and rubbing their bodies together. They fell onto the bed and threw off their clothes, forgetting all about the fish and cuddling together in the chill air without any blankets on them to get in the way. Goten turned around, rubbing his back on Trunks' front, and feeling his erection poke at him. Trunks understood without a word and leaned down to whisper in Goten's ear: "You sure about this Chibi? I don't wanna hurt you." Goten smiled and looked up at him with a loving expression and said: "Yeah, I do. Besides, you said it would feel good for you and it felt good the last time when you used your fingers." Trunks smiled and licked his lips, remembering just how loud his friend had moaned as he explored the warmth of his opening for the first time with a pair of eager fingers. "Jus' one thing," Goten said, "make sure you hit that one spot just right like last time, it feels really good!" Anticipating the coming pleasure, Trunks smiled broadly and played a little with Goten's firm length as he inserted a finger into Goten, who let out a soft sound and then another as Trunks added a second finger and stretched him out a little to get him ready. "Alright," Trunks said, a little uncertainly. "You really wanna do this?" Goten got onto his hands and knees, wrapping his tail around Trunks' and said: "Yeah, just put it in me, but do it gently, okay?" Trunks spit a few times into his hand, wetting his erection with it and then getting Goten's entrance a little wet as well. "Okay," Trunks said, moving forward. Goten let out a loud moan in slight pain as Trunks thrust deep inside him and he felt his muscles clamp down in response. Trunks lay down on Goten's back, moaning and savoring the sensations running through him as he felt his friend pulse around his erection. "Man," he said, panting. "You sure are tight, Chibi...feels great!" Goten still hadn't gotten over the pain as Trunks had done anything but do it gently and he just let out a soft moan, squirming around a bit. Trunks straightened himself out and ran his hand around to Goten's front, fondling his balls and causing him to tighten up even more. Trunks flinched at the feeling and sent out a calming signal to Goten, who took it in and relaxed a little. Goten turned his head and looked up at Trunks, saying: "Yeah, you were right, this does feel super good." Trunks smiled and started to back up, pulling himself out of his friend a little before pushing back in, eliciting even more moans. The older boy tried to control himself and pulled back out again; pushing back slowly a little deeper this time and then established a good rhythm. As he did this, he brought his hand back around to stroke Goten again which made the younger boy make even more nice sounds. Trunks thought he had found heaven at last, his friend was so tight, and nice and warm inside, and he could feel him moving around him; it was so good he never wanted to stop. Goten moaned again and wiggled around under Trunks. He felt so lucky to be able to do this and he let out another moan as Trunks moved faster, still stroking Goten's erection and giving him pleasure from both sides. He was loving the feeling of his friend inside him even though he had never felt anything like it before. That one spot deep inside him was being rubbed just perfectly by Trunks and it felt better than anything else he had ever felt. The pleasure ran through him and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer like this and as if to respond Trunks let out a loud moan and thrust one last time into him. The younger boy tightened up as he felt Trunks squirt into him and the sensation that came with it pushed him over the edge as well and he came all over the bed and onto Trunks' hand. Their orgasm ended too quickly and Goten's fists let go of the sheets as his muscles relaxed and Trunks pulled him on top of him as he lay down. Goten felt a little tired and smiled as Trunks kissed at his neck and felt him begin to soften inside him. Trunks closed his eyes and continued to move slightly around under Goten, still playing a little with him and enjoying the feeling as much as he could. He was tired from doing that and decided that a little sleep was needed and they were soon both asleep holding onto each other for the very last time.
A few hours later, Goten sat dejectedly on the bed. They were coming, they were practically there and soon he would never see Trunks-kun again. It was no use running; they would be chased as far as they could go. It was no use fighting; they wouldn't stand a chance against all of them and Vegeta was more than a match for them. As for fusion, even Gotenks wasn't powerful enough to win. Trunks came back inside and sat down next to his friend, putting something in Goten's hand. The younger boy looked at it; it was a shiny piece of metal with two thin chains coming out of a pair of holes near the top of it. "What's this, Trunks-kun?" he asked. Trunks put a hand around Goten and picked it up by one of the chains, saying: "It's some silver I found when I was outside in the woods a month ago or something like that." Trunks said, sensing his father's familiar presence very near outside. "I was gonna give it to you but I think I need to do this instead. For us." He put it into Goten's hand, motioning for him to hold onto it, and the older boy then broke it in half down the middle, leaving each of them holding onto a half of it suspended by a chain. They heard footsteps outside. Trunks put his half of the piece of silver around his neck and Goten did the same. "Now," Trunks said. "If you ever think that we won't see each other again, look at that. If you ever feel like givin' up hope that we will win in the end, just remember that we each have half and in that way we will always be connected somehow." He reached forward and kissed Goten and then the door was blasted open. The boys separated and looked over as several uniformed Saiya-jin guards burst in, and they didn't fight them. Trunks was thrown aside and Goten was put into some Ki restraints and started to be pulled away. It was too much, too fast, and Goten reached back to touch Trunks' hand one last time before being ripped away and dragged out the door and into the sky. His panied expression became evident as his worst fears were at last confirmed, and his eyes began to tear up. He tried again to escape, but his struggles were useless and he cried as he watched Trunks fade away into the distance. "I love you Trunks-kun!" he yelled as he looked down, tears streaming from his eyes. "I love you too Goten!" Trunks yelled back, his own tears running down his cheeks as he felt his whole world fall apart in so much pain. He knew that he would see Goten again, he would keep hoping until the day he died and knew that someday a time would come when he would make his move. "And I promise...I will find you!"
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