Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!
Timelines and ages are slightly different from the original DBZ world.
Since I'm making up a lot of terms here I thought I'd drop some definitions.
Suitors:An Alpha who is courting a Omega. During the courting phase, they are Suitors, after the pair has mated they are referred to as Mates.
Pillage: When a crew goes off to claim planets in the name of Vegeta-sei. A first Pillage and how well a crew does on pillages is a status mark.
Ranks of the Saiyan Warriors: (from lowest to highest)
Third Class
Second Class
First Class- Also known as Elites
Captains
High Council:The High Council is a level between Captains and the King. They advise the King on troublesome planets and which troops should go to what planets. There are Six Council members total. Generally, the position is passed down from generation to generation, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.
In This Chapter: Our heroes' worst fears are confirmed and a attack is launched.
Alpha Royal
Chapter Twenty-Five: Under Attack
"Czar has been captured."
Paragus didn't look at the Elite soldier who whispered the news. His stride didn't even waver as they strolled down the palace hallway. It was bold for the elite to say such a thing out in the open, but that just meant there was an urgency to the message. With Czar captured, it would only be a matter of time before the King and his spawn knew about his plans.
"It doesn't matter." He said as they came to his office. The door slid open, giving him access to the darkened room. Paragus could feel a dark presence looming in the room's corner. No matter how many years passed, the other Saiyan's ki still made his hair stand on end. He stepped in and the elite quietly followed.
His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lighting of the room where he could make out the other's outline. His son, Brolly, loomed in the corner like a deadly juggernaut. Without a word, his son extended his hand, revealing bloody knuckles and a small orange orb.
Paragus grinned, "We don't need Czar. It is time we make our move."
"Something is wrong."
"Mmm?" Trunks hummed next to him, not sparing a glance. "Nothing is wrong."
Goten felt his face pinch in exasperation. He couldn't hold back an eye-roll before saying, "Of course something is wrong. You're still mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you." Trunks' tone certainly sounded neutral, alarmingly so, as if his mind was elsewhere. Only Goten recognized the tell for what it was. After Telo left with Nella and Beet, the Prince barely said two words to Goten as they strolled back to the palace grounds. Only the quiet night hung between them.
The Prince was giving him the cold shoulder. Goten had received it enough those first few days at the academy to recognize the defensive mechanism.
"Maybe you aren't as mad as you were back there. But you are mad at me. Trunks...Hey!" He reached out, grabbing his mate's arm to hold him in place. It was just the two of them on the streets. The clammer from the club was a dull roar behind them. In a few hours, the sun would be up and the streets would be filled with Saiyans going about their day. But for now, it was just the two of them, alone.
"It's just us," Goten assured, "you can tell me."
Trunks whirled on him. When their eyes met, there was nothing he could hide. The bond of a mated pair sizzled between them both. "Yes. Fine, I'm mad." Trunks said, "I left you alone for less than ten minutes and the enemy tried to capture you." Goten noticed the way his nostrils flared, how the skin of his throat seemed to strain against every word. Embarrassment crept into his eyes when his voice broke on the word, "capture." As if the thought was too painful to bear.
Goten didn't know what to make of the look, only that his lover was uncomfortable and he needed to do something. "It's ok," He soothed, offering an encouraging smile. "I'm fine. Honestly, there isn't a scratch on me. You should see the other guys."
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him in annoyance. "I know you're fine," he said, "but I should have been there."
His tone cracked like a whip. Stunning Goten. Trunks wasn't mad at him. No, Trunks was mad at himself.
But that couldn't be right. Trunks did nothing wrong. If anything, Goten was at fault. He had been the one who blindly followed Telo, who took on five Alphas at once, who destroyed the club. It would be easier to handle Trunks's ire if it were directed at him. But this... this was unexpected.
Goten swallowed hard, his earlier actions falling on his shoulder with unexpected weight. He kept forgetting that he wasn't acting alone anymore. He had a mate now. A mate who trusted him, who vouched for him in front of the King. And although Trunks proved to be everything Goten could ever want in a lover, he was still an Alpha. The need to protect and defend his family burned at the core of him.
And now he felt like he had failed.
Goten didn't care that they were out on the streets. He didn't care that if someone saw them, it would raise questions. He stepped fully into Trunks's space, saw the Prince tense and move to backpedal, but Goten's fingers still clutched the soft cloth of Trunks's shirt. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I didn't mean to make you worry."
Trunks' mouth screwed sideways, his blue eyes flashed. "You're always acting first and not thinking. I can't help but worry."
"I know."
"You're too trusting."
"I know."
"And you think you have to prove yourself to me, but you don't."
Those words stung. They were more true than Trunks could possibly realize. Then Goten had even realized. His chest ached with the need to deny it all, but this was Trunks. The other halfling knew him better than anyone else, even now.
There was nowhere to run from the accusation, especially when it was true. "You're right. My entire life I've been hungry to prove people wrong about me. My teachers, my family... even you. I don't know if I can change that side of me."
"I don't want you to change," Trunks cut in, his voice exasperated but also loving. Their bodies dared to curl closer and he could feel the heavy sigh Trunks released. "Okay, maybe I wished you were a little more aware of the danger around you. But I will never stop you from fighting, Goten. I want to always be there to watch you kick ass. And to help you... if you ever need it."
"I want you there too," Goten admitted. His heart thrummed against his chest, reminding him that he wanted to be there for Trunks too. For every celebration, for every fight. He wanted to be there for it all.
No Saiyan on Vegeta-sei had ever held something like their bond before. An Alpha and Omega, sharing every aspect of their life together. No separation, no division of labor. It made things hard sometimes. When Goten forgot about Trunks's Alpha needs or when his lover grew too protective. But they could navigate through those troubles and come out stronger. The more time Goten spent with Trunks the more he realized just how powerful their bond was.
Trunks graced him with a smile and ruffled his hair. It was the only sign of affection they were allowed in public, a gesture from a senior Saiyan to a younger crewmate. Goten didn't protest, he focused on the sensation of Trunks's fingertips as they briefly massaged his scalp. The warm look in his lover's eyes before Trunks pulled away. Without another word, Trunks turned and walked away, hands shoved firmly into his pocket.
"So..." Goten dared a grin as he fell in step next to the Prince. His own fingers itched for more contact, to skim over the plains of Trunks's back. He cupped them behind his back. "Is all forgiven?"
"I think I might need to hear you say sorry a couple more times," Trunks teased, peering at him through lavender bangs. "And I think you still owe me for leaving me high and dry in the VIP room."
Heat danced up Goten's neck at the insinuation. This time he was the first to look away. "Whatever you want, Your Majesty."
"Hmmm," Trunks practically purred in approval. "That's more like it."
As they neared the palace gates, it became clear that something really was wrong. Elites dressed in full armor rushed by as they shouted orders. It was too much activity for the early morning hour. The courtyard reminded Goten of a beehive kicked to life. "Is this because of Czar?" He wondered, watching the scene closely.
Trunks didn't have time to answer before a guard ran up to them, greeting with a sharp salute, "Your Highness, there you are. Your father requests your presence immediately."
"Of course," Trunks said, already moving forward. The guard and Goten scrambled to keep pace. "Where is he?"
"The medical wing."
Trunks' steps faltered, nearly causing Goten to collide with his back. "Who's hurt?"
"The Namekian leader. Someone attacked him."
Blood roared in Goten's ears at the news. No… he thought dimly, No. That can't be right. Gohan was with Mr. Piccolo.
"We're going." Trunks' voice was sharp as he grabbed Goten's hand and dragged the younger Saiyan behind him.
They didn't say a word as they rushed to the medical wing. Elites ran past, but fewer and fewer servants were seen as the entire palace went into lockdown. Goten's mind struggled to keep up. It felt heavy from the worst kind of whiplash. Not even an hour ago, they had the advantage. They had a prisoner who would tell them who the enemy was and now… now they were falling behind again. The giddy pride Goten had felt at taking Czar down was gone.
"Shit," Trunks cursed in front of him, "shit shit shit shit."
Goten said nothing at first. Slowly, guilt crawled up his throat, threatening to choke him. No matter how many ways he turned the night's events over in his mind, one thing burned to the surface. "This is my fault."
It was barely a whisper, but it was enough to knock Trunks back into awareness. Their pace came to an abrupt halt and the hand that gripped Goten's so tightly let go. Goten watched as Trunks came back to himself, he took one soul-deep breath and then another. His voice was perfectly controlled when he spoke. "Goten, listen to me. No matter what we find in the medical wing, you can't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."
Except it was. Goten had been the one to convince Trunks that they go out. The plan had been hatched from a place of pure selfishness. He'd wanted a night of relaxation with his crew and if that allowed them to smoke out the traitor, then even better.
But all it did was leave everyone else vulnerable.
He couldn't say that though. There was nothing he could say if Trunks didn't want to hear the truth. "I hope Gohan is alright," he said instead.
Trunks' jaw tightened, the same worry reflected in his blue eyes. "Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting too long. Mom will have a fit."
The medical wing was quiet compared to the rest of the palace. The last time Goten visited, he had only been shown to the large public ward. This time, a nurse guided them back through a secluded door to one of the private rooms.
Nestled away from the buzzing chaos of the palace, a familiar group stood in the hallway. Gohan hovered close to an observation window, his dark eyes glued to whatever was happening in the nearby room. Bardock stood beside him, arms crossed, head bent low in thought. Against the opposite wall stood the King and Queen, both wearing frowns of frustration. At their approach, all heads looked up.
"There you are," Bulma's shoulders sagged with relief, "I was about to send the guards to look for you."
Goten searched their faces, trying to gauge the seriousness of the attack. The air was heavy with fear and frustration. It was suffocating. "Is Mr. Piccolo…"
"He's alive," Gohan said, finally looking towards his brother. His dark eyes were dazed. The last time he'd seen his brother in such a state had been when their mother died. Goten didn't think, his body was already moving forward, arms wrapping around the other Saiyan in a tight hug. Gohan's arms held him tight as his brother repeated, "He's alive, but barely."
"What happened?" Trunks asked.
Gohan looked towards the nearby window where they could see doctors hovering over a prone figure. Goten hadn't even glanced into the room yet, but now he could see several doctors clad in white hovering over a table. Between the doctors, he saw green limbs covered in purple blood. He could see Piccolo, but the Namekian's ki was so faint, barely there. Almost as if he was dead. "I don't know." Gohan said, "I was sleeping when I just felt his energy spike and then it... disappeared."
"He was attacked," Vegeta growled, "and whoever did it took the Dragonball."
Goten looked back towards his mate at the news. Trunks did a masterful job of hiding his fear, but he could sense the undercurrents as if it were his own.
"That means there are only three left." Trunks said.
"Two," Vegeta corrected, "Kakorot called this evening. His Dragonball was stolen."
"What?" Goten tensed at the news, "Is dad ok?"
"Yes Yes," The King waved off the question, without concern. "He'll be back at first light. It's clear our enemy is making their move. We need to close ranks and be prepared to fight."
"We found someone who works for them." Trunks said, "I was going to question him tomorrow, but we can't wait any longer."
His father nodded in agreement, "I don't care how you do it boy, but get us a name. We have to know who we're up against."
Their reaction to the command was immediate and instinctual. Trunks' body came to attention, his arms straightened in a formal stance that Goten rarely saw. This wasn't just the King making demands. This was a direct order from the King. A chance for them to prove their worth.
If Goten squinted he might have noticed the relationship between father and son, King and Future Ruler, shift in that moment. And then he blinked and Trunks was looking at him, heat tilted in expectation, "Are you coming with me?"
The offer meant everything to Goten, but he couldn't shake the haunted look in Gohan's eyes. Even more so, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was somehow his fault. Right now, his family needed him. "I'll stay with Gohan and Grandpa. You can handle Czar by yourself."
If Trunks was relieved at the decision, he didn't show it. "Are you sure? Seeing you again might scare him into submission."
"I already beat his ass," Goten said, biting back a smile, "It would be rude of me not to share."
Trunks shook his head, a proud smile tugging at his lips. He moved forward, turning the small duo of brothers into a trio. Then, in front of Goten's family, in front of everyone, he sealed his lips over Goten's.
It was a chaste kiss compared to their others, but Goten's heart lept in excitement. He wanted more. There had been too many moments in the night where the promise of more was at his fingertips and then snatched away. He pushed those desires down, willing to put the needs of the mission before his hormones.
"Don't do anything stupid," Trunks ordered.
"I'll do my best."
It was the only thing he could say that wouldn't be a lie. He didn't want Trunks to worry, but at the same time, if his family was in danger Goten knew he would do anything to protect them.
Trunks had only been to the dungeons under the palace once in his life. When he first turned thirteen, he trailed behind his father as Vegeta showed him the kind of people who went to the ki-proof cells. Alien assassins, Saiyans who would kill their own kind instead of accepting a human for a queen, traitors.
His father hadn't been so heartless as to show him the art of torture, but the men and women Trunks saw in those cells didn't need explanation. He knew what had happened to them by their broken bones, missing teeth, and starved forms.
Being a ruler wasn't easy. In order to control a planet of ruthless fighters, one had to be ruthless. His father often told him about the burden one had to bear. And knowing the threats that faced the royal family meant Trunks had to be willing to do whatever it took to protect the bloodline. To protect his family.
After that day, he was the ice prince everyone knew. Only showing his true self to those closest to him; his mother, Gohan, and his crew. To everyone else, he was Vegeta's son in every way.
It was hard to think that he'd been that person when he first met Goten. Harder to think that he wore that mask all day, every day, less than a year ago. Now, slipping that persona on was like putting on armor that was too small. It didn't fit right. He'd grown a lot since meeting Goten, but now he had even more reason to fight.
He had someone to protect.
That thought propelled him forward, down into the depths of the dungeon. He pushed everything aside; all thoughts of his family, all the promises and teasing he had showered Goten with moments ago. It all disappeared as he focused on what needed to be done.
They were out of time. His father needed a name. And Trunks was the man who would give it to him.
The prison was oddly empty as he walked down its long hallways. Each step on the stone floor echoed the click of his booted heels. Eventually, he found Axal standing guard outside of a lonely cell.
His crewmate perked at the sight of him, clearly surprised to see his ward so soon. "Your Highness?"
"Things are progressing faster than we imagined." Trunks said, his voice the essence of cool indifference. "We need a name, now."
Axal didn't hesitate, didn't ask any questions or make idle chitchat. He simply moved and undid the lock to the cell door behind him. It was one of the many things Trunks appreciated about his guard. The man was unshakeable in his loyalty to the crown.
The large door was made from one of the densest metals in the galaxy. Even an average Saiyan would struggle with the weight, but Trunks grabbed the handle and pulled until it swung towards him.
There, chained against the wall, his face a kaleidoscope of black and purple bruises, sat Czar.
The alpha didn't even raise his head as Trunks entered the small room. Irritation burned hot at the disrespect. Seeing him again was a reminder of what Czar had tried to do. Trunks' fists itched to make him pay, to break every bone in his body and have his screams fill the hall.
And just like that, the ruthless Prince was back.
"I'm only going to give you one chance to answer me." He said, "Who ordered you to attack us tonight?"
Czar lifted his head and Trunks could see one of his eyes was horribly swollen. The Alpha smiled. It might have once been a handsome grin, one that likely made all the Omegas coo in delight. Now when his lips pulled back, it revealed a row of broken teeth. "Fuck you, Your Highness."
Trunks growled, his hand darting out to grab the fabric of Czar's shirt. Instead, it wrapped around his throat. He felt the muscles strain under his fingertips, reveled in the wet gasp as the Czar gulped for air. "Was it Brolly?" Trunks demanded. "Did he tell you to target Goten?"
Czar opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out, only a pained croaking noise. Slowly, Trunks loosened his grip, allowing air back into Czar's lungs. A series of coughs shook the prisoner's body as he tried to breathe. "Speak quickly," Trunks ordered, "I'm not in a patient mood."
"You… think Brolly planned this?" Czar glared up at him. "That ogre can barely string two sentences together. But at least he's a full-blooded Saiyan. I'd rather see him on the throne than a fucking half-blood like you—oof!"
A hard kick to the ribs cut off Czar's rambling. Trunks felt the bones crack under his heel. "Yeah yeah, I've heard it all before. You think you're original?" He snarled, "I may be a half Saiyan but I'm one of the strongest fighters on this planet. You picked a side Czar, and unfortunately for you, it was the wrong one."
The body on the ground curled into itself. It was pathetic really, that such a man thought he could take on the Prince of Saiyans.
Trunks locked his jaw and tried one last time. "Give me a name now."
A sudden gasp echoed in the small cell, one that did not come from Czar. Trunks frowned and turned to where Axal stood guarding the door. But Axal wasn't there. He was on the ground, prone and unmoving. And towering above him stood Brolly.
Trunks blinked, unsure of what to make of the new arrival. He didn't move, didn't know what to say. All he could do was watch as Brolly lifted two fingers and pointed them into the cell. Energy gathered at Brolly's fingertips and before Trunks could make a sound, the other Saiyan fired.
He felt a breeze as the blast zipped past his arm. Behind him came a small, pained gasp. Trunks whirled in time to see Czar staring down at his chest. A perfectly shaped hole pierced his ribcage, allowing everyone to see the charred insides where his heart used to be. Czar made another gurgling sound, trying to speak his last words before the light left his eyes.
Trunks stared in shock. Everything happened so fast, his brain struggled to make sense of it all. Czar, dead. Axal, possibly dead as well. And Brolly...
The sound of movement was the only thing to jar him back into reality. Brolly, his mind remembered just in time for the other Saiyan's fist to slam into the back of his head.
Pain like nothing he ever felt crackled through his body. His vision exploded in white firecrackers as the ground flew up to greet him. No, that wasn't right. He met the ground. The cold and unforgiving stone did nothing to ease his pain. A strange ringing filled his head, making everything fuzzy. All his senses were dulled with a single blow.
No, this can't be happening.
He'd known there was something suspicious about the fighter, and now his worst fears were confirmed.
Desperately, he tried to move. He needed to get up and face his attacker. But all Trunks could do was tilt his head up towards the ceiling. There was only the grey cement above him. The walls of the prison were made especially to contain a Saiyan's energy. There was no way his father or Goten would be able to feel that he was in danger.
Kami, Goten. He was in trouble. They all were.
Trunks gritted his teeth and tried once again to move. This time, he managed to lift his arm and roll onto his side. It was like moving in molasses, even moving his fingers was on a delayed reaction. By the time he caught his breath Brolly's boots were in his line of sight.
Brolly wasn't like the other creatures he fought. He wasn't like Aun or Squral, who talked until their dying breaths. He just stood there, silent as a statue as he watched Trunks struggle. Irritation flared inside the Prince.
Sparks of electricity jumped off his skin. Even with his body feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds, the Super Saiyan within him roared in fury. His emotions spilled out of him in a flame of golden energy.
Brolly watched in silence, uncowed by what was happening.
Trunks felt the Super Saiyan energy hum throughout his entire body, giving it new life. With cat-like reflexes, he snapped up to his feet and delivered a punch to Brolly's gut. His fist collided with steel and to his surprise, Brolly didn't move.
Eyes as dark as space and twice as cold stared down at him.
Trunks gritted his teeth and tried again. Focusing all his energy into his fist this time as he landed a blow at Brolly's enlarged neck. It was enough to crush a normal Saiyan's vocal cords, but Brolly didn't even flinch.
He jumped back, eager to put space between him and the monster.
"What the fuck are you?" Trunks growled, trying to pick out any weakness in the Saiyan's colossal form.
Silently, Brolly moved into a fighting stance. And then his ki changed. The floor rumbled underneath them, reminding Trunks of the deafening noise before the club exploded. The thought struck him hard before he noticed the golden aura that encircled Brolly.
His mouth went dry. "No. It's can't be—"
A wave of power hit him hard, throwing him back against the stone walls. Trunks felt the back of his head crack against the surface before the wall gave in and crumbled around him. Another wave of Brolly's energy pushed him further into another cell and then another until he lost count. There was no time to breathe, no time to even think.
Without raising a hand, Brolly was defeating him.
No… Trunks thought, as his vision swam. Eventually, the invisible force that flung his body around like a rag doll ceased and he crumpled to the floor. Limps heavy, ears ringing. He felt the Super Saiyan power retreat inside of him, unable to stand against a greater power.
This wasn't the Brolly he had known in the palace. Then again, he hadn't known much. Paragus had been smart to keep his son's abilities close hold, but now it all made sense. The rumors swirling around Brolly were true. He was like no other Saiyan alive.
Trunks thought back at all the promises he made, to his father, to his mate. That they would find the traitor and defeat them. All those words felt so weak now. The promise of a child who didn't understand the true danger that lurked in the depths.
I'm sorry, He thought as the world fell to nothing. And then, We didn't stand a chance.
Goku had forgotten what true rage felt like. He wasn't sure if it was because of the years of peace or because he would rather forget the overwhelming emotion. The first time was a different lifetime ago, back when he'd just been a third-class scout on Earth. Where their war against Freiza forced him to watch his friends die one after another.
Tien. Yamcha. Krillin. Grandpa.
All of them had been murdered in the same day and Goku had felt himself openly hate for the first time in his life. His rage had carried him to achieve Super Saiyan for the first time. It had put an end to Freiza's reign, but it hadn't been enough to save Earth. It hadn't been enough to save Chichi when she fell ill.
And it hadn't been enough to protect her or the four-star Dragonball.
Vegeta had been angry when he reported the four-star ball missing, but the King's fury was nothing compared to his own. Goku concentrated on that as he packed a small bag of his belongings. Someone had defiled his wife's resting place. Had stolen the one thing that still tied Goku to Earth.
And he hadn't been there to stop it.
He couldn't remember those moments after the discovery. He's sure he buried Chichi for a second time. He might have cried while doing it. But what he really remembered was the rage.
It surged through him like a drug, promising him relief from his grief. From his guilt. "Use it," it whispered, "I will destroy everyone who has ever hurt you."
And Goku did. He unleashed on the nearby lake, firing ki blast after ki blast into the horizon. When he was done, the air smelled of nothing but fire and smoke.
He remembered Vegeta yelling at him, and his own voice interrupting the King in a way he hadn't dared to do in decades.
It spoke volumes that Vegeta didn't continue the argument. Either the King was too angry for words... or he didn't want to put any more blame on Goku's shoulders. After all their years together, Goku liked to think it was the latter. Vegeta had a quiet way of showing kindness.
Goku dragged a hand over his face, whipping away any trace of the emotions he felt earlier. He needed to get back to the palace, to his sons.
They were what mattered now. And this wasn't their home anymore.
He gave the small cottage one last look, not knowing how long it would be before he returned. Nature's song played its night tune outside. Soon the sun would rise, coating the cottage in a pale morning glow. Everything looked as it once did. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the place ten years ago. Gohan and Goten would be asleep in their room, Chichi's footsteps would pad around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
The memories ached almost as much as his guilt. This was why he never came back. Even after all his accomplishments, all his victories, his empty house in the woods was a reminder of what he was missing.
"Goodbye," he whispered, flicking the lights off. He wished he could say farewell forever, but he knew deep in his heart he could never leave his home behind completely.
Someday he would return. Someday he would be ready to make his peace with the past and bask in the good memories instead of the bad.
Darkness engulfed the room and Goku turned to take his leave when a low roar filled the air. His senses flared to life. A basic Saiyan instinct that never failed him before. Danger! It sang, sending the hair on his tail on end. Danger!
Suddenly, the entire room was lit up as if put on a spotlight. Goku blinked in confusion before the world around him burst into chaos.
A loud boom echoed across the sky. The house shuddered against the noise, before the floor and the ceiling opened up as if to swallow him. From all sides the walls caved in, old antiques and personal effects clattered to the ground. A heavy cabinet fell on top of him, birthing a large bruise on the top of his head. Goku had no choice, he quickly flared into a Super Saiyan and took to the sky, blasting through the debris and hitting the open air where nothing could fall on him.
"What the—"
A rainfall of ki blasts fell from the sky above him, descending on his home and the surrounding forests like hellfire. Goku dodged every blast unscathed, but after the volley, there was nothing left of his home but fire. He stared down at the burning remains of his and Chichi's home.
No...
His mind went blank, unable to comprehend the horror beneath him. His heart was beating so hard it felt as if it would break a rib.
The rage came back to him then. It whispered into his ear, for the second time that day, promising retribution. "Make them pay..."
He looked towards the sky, anger clouding his vision, completely blinding him to the looming ship that broke through the clouds. Its metal belly dwarfed his small land and even reached the edge of Tarble Town. In the distance, Goku could see his home wasn't the only casualty. Fire billowed from the small town. Saiyans took to the sky, carrying family and injured to safety.
Several hatches on the bottom of the ship opened up as soldiers spilled out. There were hundreds of them, all a variety of races, with one thing in common. The armor they wore resembled the white and purple armor of the Freiza force.
It was a sight Goku hadn't seen in decades. A sight of war, a sight of complete destruction. Immediately, his mind returned to Earth right before it fell. And as those memories overlapped with the scene before him, all his worst fears were confirmed.
"We're under attack."
Author's Note: Guys! We're in the home stretch! From here on out this fic is going to be action-packed! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and what is coming next. I also apologize if something doesn't make sense. Jumping back into a 100k fic after two years isn't easy. I had my notes and did my re-reads, but there might be something I missed. Still, this is the good shit right here. This is what I've been waiting years to write. I hope you enjoy it!
As always, the grammar mistakes are my own as well as some minor changes in spelling. Leave a review to let me know what you think!
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