Author: Nadz
Email: vegitto02 at yahoo dot com

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DragonTek (Part IV: The Justice Saga)

Chapter 44 - The Edge of Despair

The two unleashed battle cries as their weapons clashed violently. Blade struggled to angle his lance in such a way that Scimitar's blade wouldn't be able to penetrate it; Scimitar pushed with all his strength, hoping to break through his opponent's weapon. Both separated and burst towards each other once again. Scimitar swung his weapon horizontally at Takaya, but the young man countered. As they remained locked, Blade fired the small angular boomerang from the tip of his lance, stabbing his shoulder.

"Bastard!" Scimitar backed away and held his wound. "I didn't think you'd go so low like that."

"You're calling me low, you bag of hot aired shit?" Blade said sharply. "What about yourself, Satoru? You went after my sister after she lay weak and helpless on the ground! You tried to kill her!"

"Your bitchy sister deserves to die, and so do you. You betrayed us," Scimitar seethed. The more he would anger Takaya, the more prone Blade would be to attack him at point blank range. Then, he would unleash the Voltekker blast he had secretly been charging, and he would destroy Blade just as he did Saki.

'If I can get him to stall for up to a minute, then I can charge my Voltekker cells to their ultimate limit. With my blast, I'll vaporize this nuisance and be congratulated tremendously,' Scimitar thought.

"No, Scimitar, you betrayed your human nature, your human identity," Blade shot back.

"Blade, have I truly betrayed my human identity?" Scimitar said in a feigned guilty tone. "Maybe I have been pursuing a fruitless action… Perhaps I have been fighting… for the wrong side after all."

"Scimitar," Blade replied with surprise – were his words getting through so easily? "Scimitar, the human race will accept you again. You've been controlled by them and rendered helpless. Come with us, and we'll return your freedom back to you. Stay with Radam, and they will keep it from you forever."

"But the Radam have given me my powers," Scimitar whispered. Where can I get the strength to resist them? Where can I get the strength to fight them? They've stolen my body … and my mind…"

'This is going very good; only several more seconds until I reach maximum power,' Scimitar thought with glee as he floated closer to Blade. 'He'll be so shocked when he realizes that I had duped his sorry ass. The end of Tekkaman Blade will mark the end of any sort of resistance this stupid planet will have to offer. I will be renowned in the Radam nation as having been the one to destroy the traitor!'

"Blade, will you help me, please?" Scimitar beseeched weakly as he got within two meters of him.

"Scimitar, I will do what is in my power to help you resist against—"

"Voltekker!" Scimitar yelled as the crystal-brown energy erupted from the charged cells on his abdominal area. He watched with anticipation as the energy quickly approached his deceived opponent.

"Milly, wake up. Come on girl, wake up," Levin coaxed his friend. Medics tied the girl to a stretcher and wheeled her to the infirmary. They tied a bandage around her head, preventing her from bleeding any further. Levin ran along with them, supporting his friend as she phased into and out of consciousness. She mumbled meaningless sounds, but Levin was glad she could do at least that much.

"Levin…" Milly whispered as she blinked her eyes, trying to make things out.

"Milly, I'm with you," Levin said, his voice desperate. "The doctors are going to help you."

"Levin, I don't know what just happened…" Milly tried to raise her arm but put it back down.

"Neither do we. But you got hit pretty hard. Do you remember seeing anything at all? Anyone?"

"I…" Milly whispered as the medics wheeled her into the infirmary. "I was walking down the corridor, and… yes, I remember… somebody jumped me. Then my head hurt… everything went black…."

'Why would anybody attack a sixteen-year old girl? Milly wasn't doing anything except,' Levin gasped in realization. '… Except carrying the data of the Sol Tekkaman units. That means the attacker wanted the plans and forcibly stole it. But the disk is still with Milly, so I don't know if that holds true…'

"Miss Milly," a guard said as he walked up to her bed. "We've caught an infiltrator, and his figure matches the ones we caught on our secret surveillance cameras. We have evidence of him assaulting you, stealing some item from your person, doing something with it, and returning it. The culprit tried to escape from our tertiary exit, but we got him with the extra security we ordered around. Officer, bring him in."

The apprehended man looked at the ground in apparent shame, for he had blown his cover miserably. Known as a top-quality spy, he had undertaken a mission that should have been easy. To top it off, neither Blade nor any of those super freaks were in the base at the time. He had underestimated the security of the place and had tried to escape from an exit that had appeared unguarded, but actually wasn't.

"Balzac!" Levin yelped as he immediately recognized him. "I can't believe it! How could you!"

"I do what I have to do," Balzac replied in a low tone. "Whether it's a girl or a man, I do my job."

"Job, huh?" Levin shot back. "Well you did a good job injuring her, didn't you?"

"Yeah, and I'm sorry," he replied matter-of-factly. "I'm glad she isn't dead, or that'd be a mess."

"You're glad she's not dead? I bet… that'd be a lot of trouble for you, wouldn't it? You coward."

"I don't care what you think of me, Levin," he countered. "But before you call me a coward, go look at yourself, all protected down here under the mountains. I guess your little friend here deserved—"

Before he could complete his sentence, Levin stepped towards him and smacked him hard across the cheek. Balzac felt a small bit of blood seep out of a small scratch. Levin fumed, and Balzac smirked.

Blade saw the crystal-brown beam quickly approach him and smiled. It just barely touched the exterior of his armor before he raised the blaster cannons on his shoulders. Immediately, a crystal-green beam burst forth from his own cells, plowing into Scimitar's. Satoru was shocked, for how could Blade have countered his attack with such speed? Both warriors stood still as their beams clashed, unmoving.

"How… how did you counter my attack so easily?" Scimitar asked incredulously.

"I knew you were playing dumb, Satoru. You were never good at lying," Blade replied. "I saw through your ploy in an instant and figured you were buying time in order to charge your Voltekker cells."

"Yes, but you practically had no time to charge your own cannons!" Scimitar protested.

"Who says I need to show my blaster cannons in order to charge up?" Blade shot back. "I've also been using our down time to prepare. In fact, I've been preparing a Voltekker since the start of our battle."

"What!" the Radam yelled in genuine surprise.

"You killed too many innocent people. You murdered a news reporter, a man who risked his life by simply doing his job, and then ridiculed his death by trivializing his work. You butchered emergency personnel that tried to protect their fellow citizens, and you almost murdered my sister. Because of these, I'll avenge them myself. I've prepared more than just a simple counter, Satoru. I've planned your death!"

"No!" Scimitar gasped upon seeing another volley of energy burst from Blade's Voltekker canons. Takaya's beam enveloped his own and soon nullified it; Scimitar roared in pain as the crystal-green energy slammed into his body, penetrating his armor and ripping through his skin. Then, he exploded in brilliance.

"What!" Noal yelled as an enormous explosion took place below. The shockwaves rocked the Blue Earth, but Noal stabilized it in time. Everyone looked out the window, seeing a ball of yellow-white energy shrink. When it faded, Scimitar was nowhere to be seen – only Blade remained, breathing hard.

"He killed Scimitar…" Aki whispered. 'The first Tekkaman he's destroyed.'

Bezel rubbed his hands together, a grin appearing on his face. Looking around and making sure that nobody was watching, he lightly danced on the floor with glee. His eyes grew wide at seeing the seven magnificent balls softly reflecting the pink light emanating from the pods, and he almost began to drool.

"Come out, Shenron!" he yelled, expecting the balls to glow. However, nothing happened.

"Come out, Shenron!" he tried again, but again, nothing happened. "What the devil! That is the pass-phrase that is supposed to be used in order to wake up that green dragon! Why hasn't it come out?"

"Stupid, you have to be on Earth in order to call Shenron, not on the moon," a voice echoed.

Bezel spun his head around to try to find its source, but he saw nothing.

"You can't see me… Shenron will not come on the moon. You'll have to call for him on Earth."

"Who are you?" Bezel demanded but received no response. He gritted his teeth in frustration, for he would have to wait again for his wish. His thoughts were distracted as someone entered the moon base.

"Ah, Tekkaman Blood," Bezel said as a small smile crept on his lips. "Any good news for me?"

"Bezel-sama," Blood said, de-transforming back into her human form and kneeling before him.

Bezel looked at her with kind eyes, for she had been such a good servant to him.

"Bezel-sama," she continued. "I have finally killed our last nuisance, Kenshin."

"This time, are you sure?" Bezel asked. A glint soon appeared in his eyes, and he grinned.

"Yes, my master," she said softly, soon describing the entire battle. Bezel nodded with approval.

"Now, nobody shall be able to stand in our way, my master," she smiled ecstatically.

"Yes, Alena… nobody shall be able to prevent the Radam cause," he replied, thinking deeply.

"So, Bezel-sama… I have a sincere request to make… A request that only you can answer."

"Yes, go on," the Radam replied in a light tone. "What is it you seek?"

"Now that I've ridded our last threat, I wondered whether I can be crowned Empress," she said humbly. "You'd said that when I brought proof of Kenshin's death, you would give me the position."

"Why do you seek this position so diligently, my young Alena?" Bezel smiled.

"I wish to rule by your side. I wish to support the Radam cause forever. I'll lead your Tekkaman army to victory against any planet that resists us, and I will consistently be there to serve you, my master."

"Your words echo with truth, young Alena, for you will be a formidable warrior in the Radam nation. Rise, my dear, and accept your position of Radam Empress," he said kindly, holding out his arms.

Alena slowly lifted her knees from the ground and rose to her feet. Just before she stood straight, Bezel reached out, pulled Kotukari from its sheath, and drove its blade through her abdomen. The girl gasped, feeling the searing pain. With a quick stroke, Bezel twisted the sword and forced it up, tearing through more of her viscera. Streams of blood gushed out of her wound. Alena slumped to the ground.

'Why Bezel-sama… why?' she screamed in her mind, stunned. 'I had done everything you wanted, everything you assigned me to do. Why… why have you done this to your most faithful and loyal servant?'

"Thanks for slaying Kenshin for me, my dear," Bezel chuckled to himself, but the look of joy on his face soon transformed into one of hatred. He bore his piercing irises into hers, and he growled at her with fury. A look of shock and misery spread across Alena's face as she realized his ultimate betrayal.

"Now that Kenshin is dead, there is nothing to stop me… not even you," Bezel rasped. "You are such a stupid, ignorant fool, Alena. Haven't you realized that I merely used you to do my every bidding?"

"Bezel-sama…" she tried to whisper, paralyzed by his words.

"What an obedient pet you were; you were so vile as to mindlessly murder your loved ones, even your mother. You are a psychopath, a cold-blooded beast of destruction, and a disrespectful, menacing bitch. As a daughter, you are a complete disgrace to your dead parents and your Saiya-jin lineage," he barked at her as he began his tirade. "Your thirst for terrorizing people was at first useful to me, but it truly sickened me on the inside. People on Earth will forever consider you as a monstrosity in their memory."

"No…" the girl whispered, lying seriously injured on the ground.

"Now that Goku and Vegita are in my possession and that you have killed off your family, I have no need for you anymore, you… Saiya-jin," he growled. "You actually had the audacity to request being a Radam Empress! Yes, it's true that while you were undergoing the conversion process, I had said that you would be the Radam Queen. And you were stupid enough to believe it! I would never allow a Saiya-jin to be the leading mother of our nation! It was your ancestors who brought destruction to my home world!"

"I… I can still help you… Bezel-sama…" she choked.

"We don't need your help! We have been conquering worlds for hundreds of years! There is no way we would want a heartless devil like yourself! Who knows when you would turn on us?" the Radam master said. "In fact, you must have noticed that your humanity lapses back at times. Ever wonder why?"

"That's because I instructed the mind parasite inside of you to do just that," he answered. "It brings out your beastly Saiya-jin nature and melds them to follow my orders. But it chooses to rest at times, allowing your humanity to wake. Why would I do that? Only to make you, a Saiya-jin, suffer to your maximum. The only thing worse than being a mindless slave is being conscious about it. When your human side wakes, you realize your atrocities and suffer the worst! And that's what I intended all along!"

"After… all I've done…" she choked, going insane at what she was hearing.

"Sorry, but your work bought you nothing, even though you got rid of the Saiya-jin for me. Now, with the death of Kenshin, only three Saiya-jin remain to be terminated: Goku, Vegita, and finally, you," he sneered. "Those two are helplessly under my control. When you die shortly, they'll be the last ones alive. And once Earth is dominated, I'll end their lives as well. Then, my revenge will truly be complete!"

"No… not Goku…" she gasped, looking at their pods. "Please… don't hurt… my Son Goku…"

"Sorry, Alena, but I will, and thanks for being such a good slave. I hope you find this death of yours to be quite ghastly, Alena," Bezel said, collecting the Dragonballs into a pouch. Alena gasped for air, and he chuckled. Bezel pulled out his crystal and made his way towards the exit, ready to head for Earth.

"See you in hell… again," he said, waving before he left.

The room soon became completely silent except for the sounds of her breathing. With her fading strength, she crawled towards the exit of the moon base. Her body burned with pain, and her mind blazed with emotional anguish. Her movements were slow, for she tried to conserve as much energy as she could.

"Bezel-sama…" she pleaded, dragging the side of her body on the ground. "I had done so much for you… but you hurt me… Bezel-sama… you hurt me very badly today… But no matter what you do…"

Alena had finally managed to reach the exit and held her ruby Tek-crytsal in her hand.

"… You will never hurt my love… Son Goku," she choked. With her free hand, she fired an energy blast at the Wave Distorter device suspended above their pods, blowing it to pieces. Alena smiled to herself. Using the last of her strength, she transformed into Tekkaman Blood and desperately headed towards the Radam Outpost on the Orbital Ring, praying to find a healing pod.