Chapter III – Part I: The Purge Yarogasei
It was dead quiet. Absolutely no sound or any kind of movement. The air quivered with extreme heat that exceeded even the usual hot temperature on Planet Vegetasei. The rocky barren land went as far as they could see with some occasional weird plants and bigger rocks. Everything was controlled strongly by color brown and its different varieties. The sky was blood red and ominous.
Kakarott was sweating like mad. His armor and clothes were glued to his skin making him feel downright uncomfortable and it made him also pissed off as hell. His hair hung slightly limp and his bangs were matted to his forehead.
Kami! How they were supposed to fight in this heat! They'd dehydrate in few hours! Bulma being the genius who was supposed to know these kind of things informed them on this fact almost immediately making everyone seem grim. Or at least grimmer that they already were which was a feat in itself.
" Alright! Let's move out!" Kuririn yelled, his skin glistening with sweat and determined expression on his face." Does everybody know what to do!"
He got affirmative nods from the others as he had expected.
" Ya know as well as I do…this's pure suicide but we go out with a bang!" Kakarott turned to speak slight smile caressing his tight face. The same smile appeared on each member's face, changing it to fit the person. Kakarott's was a reassuring but wicked with a tint of mischief. A crooked smile in general. Kuririn's face was in tough, firm smile that had the same tint of mischief that of Kakarott. Bulma smiled with a weird kind of brightness and stubbornness. She was going to do this! Cornua and Meataro had these warm smiles that were weird for Saiyajins in general. But they were the oldest ones of the group and lived a third class live so much longer…
There was no need for words. They'd meet again or not. I didn't matter after all…they were friends and they were going to die as friends…
" Fine let's get this shit over!" Bulma muttered and was about to turn to take off and start the whole mess as their scouters went haywire suddenly. The group whipped around in shock only to come across face to face with what they could only assume to be Yarogajins.
The creatures were around eight feet tall humanoid looking creatures with different skin colors varying from white to black in all colors. It was quite a conflict with the barren wasteland and bright colors clashing. Instead normal hands and feet they had beast paws with nasty looking long sharp claws. Their faces were something that could be only described as a demonic. Red-yellow glowing eyes with one black slit in middle of eye.
For the first time in his short life Kakarott felt real fear. Not the everyday fear, but the mind numbing fear when your senses are screaming for you to run away so far and fast as you can but the other senses say not to move a muscle or you'll be dead in minutes. His blood run cold and he shivered as he almost felt the cold hands of death around him… His throat felt too thick and he was having difficulties at breathing…his tail was all bristled up and squeezing his waist like it had own consciousness knowing the death had come looking more than anything like a bottlebrush.
It wasn't their superior height. There were Saiyajins that were seven eight feet tall so nothing new here really. It wasn't their ugly outlooks. Hell, he had seen more disgusting things…It was the eyes. Terrifying mad eyes.
Burning with sadistic passion that had pleasure from pain and agony. That loved to cause pain, mental and physical…
One single word escaped Kakarott's mouth echoing with four other voices saying the same describing word.
"….Fuck…"
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If there was one particular thing Raditz wanted at the moment it was sleep. These ball things always made him drowsy. The main reason for that were the punch and champagne. The second reason was trying to woo so many ladies… It was much harder than you could think of it being. Really.
You must watch your mouth whole time not to slip anything about the other females you had screwed in some point earlier…
The tall male stretched pleasurably.
The corridors were empty. No one was awake. It was after midnight after all. The ball had just ended and Raditz had been the last to leave like always. One of the shadow sides of being a Royal Guard having to take the full responsibility of the Royal people…
But he still hadn't seen that girl leave. That very beautiful and desirable girl in white dress, which had showed off those luscious curves… He had seen her and kept an eye for her the first two hours and then she had gone to powder her nose…and mysteriously disappeared. And shortly after that, the weird colored ice-queen Guard of Queen's, in whose pants Raditz still intended to get in some point, had left. Not to mention the loudly screaming non-presence of Prince Vegeta….
The large-maned Saiyajin sighed and frowned. He really needed to get laid…
Trudging towards the headquarter room of the palace, which probably controlled the whole planet and information of it. It had been playfully dubbed as a 'Mini Throne Room' since King did many things and meetings in there rather than in fancy Throne Room. Raditz suspected something about uncomfortable Throne or something…
Absentmindedly he placed his hand on the scanner. He was one of the twenty persons on the whole planet who had been granted such a privilege…The door remained shut for Raditz utter amazement. He scowled and tried again. The green light scanned his bid callused hand swiftly but nothing happened.
He gazed the door, frowning. It must be malfunctioning…The blasted tech team had screwed up…well what else you could wait from inferior classes…But no matter what, the nightly check on things on HQ room would be done. Raditz infiltrated his thick fingers between the door and the hinge using it as a lever as he pried the door open.
" Kami damn this door is heavy stuff…" he muttered and for his surprise and displeasure he had almost strain to the limits of his physical strength and use some energy for help. He cursed as the door suddenly jerked slightly open. " Finally…"
Just enough for him to slip trough, he stepped in the room cursing and ready to yell at the ever- present staff that varied with the clock and kept sure everything was okay. He stopped in his tracks more shocked than ever in his life before. The room was empty.
The Saiyajin male stared with a slack jaw. He had practically grown in this room and in the palace, the King almost like an uncle to him…Never before had this room been empty. Void of life. Non-occupied by someone. Just abandoned…
His suspicions rose and he became more alerted and rushed over the head computer. It seemed just fine. About an hour ago it had registered a lift off of three pods…Raditz was about to investigate the whole thing more closer as the computer deleted the files. Yep. Someone was messing around here…
Why in the hell someone would lift off near midnight with Royal First Class pods… He sounded the alarm to the tech team and the King as well as his family. Someone was screwing around here…
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Staring at the vast never ending space thru a purple-pink front glass of the pod, Prince Vegeta counted the possibilities and wondered why in the hell he was doing this. Why he was going to Planet Yarogasei in the first place. He had solved the problem who were the ones sent there but why he was going there himself was beyond him at the moment.
It was simply he was just going. Sudden spur of the moment. No more or less.
The purge team's survival rate dropped with the every passing hour. Vegeta had counted that the squad must have left at the dawn like the common procedure was not to stood out in the crowd. Which meant five hour pod trip to the Hellhole itself plus the already spent time on the planet which was approximately twenty hours. They were at the distance of three hours.
The team was mostly dead by the time they got there but that wasn't his business. The mighty prince of the Saiyajins smirked almost evilly. He could picture the faces in HQ room when they did find out that something was wrong with the computer.
Sabotaging the door had been easy. A bottle of super glue meant for repairing armors, made to hold and survive the extreme conditions and weathers, had taken care of the door and scanner system. Just pour the whole substance on the hinges and close the door. Of course first he had obliterated everyone in the room into dust and before that messed up the computer.
When somebody would notice anything was wrong the files would delete themselves… Oh it's good to be a genius, he thought smugly. And all thanks to Bardock for being occasionally such creepy mad inventor and scientist showing stuff, babbling about electronics and everything incomprehensible which none understood or cared to listen to.
Except Vegeta. Only with the half ear and brain, though. But nonetheless listen…
The pod continued its merry way straight ahead, or as straight as you can go in space which is convex in its own weird way, with blue aura blazing around the pod trio, momentarily lighting the cold and partly and mostly empty space.
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Juuhachi was sweating like a pig and wrung her hands in distress. Luckily there wasn't anyone seeing her. The ice-queen was showing emotion!
Her visions had been somewhat same with slight shifts there and here nothing to worry about, but…WHATTA HELL EVER FORCED HER TO COME ALONG!
Kami damn stubborn and pig-headed Saiyajin princes…
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Kakarott slowly crouched into his fighting stance finally assuming the position he was so familiar with. And usually much more confident with and in. Saiyajin were known to be ruthless killers and practically fearless and they pretty much lived up their reputation. But…
When you're outnumbered by mad aliens that of powerlevels are easily triple of yours and your friends…the reputation doesn't suddenly seems so important. He noted quickly that the others had as well assumed their stances and were charging up blasts which probably would do no harm. Except for themselves when the Yarogajin bastards would get angry and decided to mangle them and drag off to be tortured in ways he hoped his creative imagination wouldn't make up the whole time.
His charcoal eyes hardened. It was time to kick some ass and not to dwell on the depressive stuff!
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Somewhere deep in the space in another reality and plane, in a room of nothing and everything floated a single being watching worriedly situation transpiring in front of it. It wasn't actually a being: it was Fate. Ties of time and space didn't reach it because it wasn't bound to them in any kind of way. It had been long before everything and would be long after everything. It didn't have any form, it simply just existed. A spirit, just a feeling in the air. The mother and father of everything.
Occasionally when visiting the mortal plane, it would create a form: a woman in white robes and eternal eyes.
Now it looked worried. Or as worried as a disembodied spirit can look.
" No no no no no! This can't be! I'm the Fate but I'm not all mighty y'know! If I just shut my eyes and- wait! I don't have any eyes! Dammit!" It moaned looking at the five people surrounded by the Yarogajins. What did posses it to choose them? Absolutely nothing! Fate couldn't be possessed in any kind of way!
Well… they all made wishes under the shooting star…kinda. They weren't actually wishes meant to happen. Just daydreaming and hoping. But it had given the Fate a possibility to affect things going on in its creation, the Universe.
By manipulating certain things around the nature and sometimes affect people's decisions was the only thing to do around and now it had a rare chance to leave the whole thing in the hands of somebody else. Like going on vacation and things like that.
But it wasn't going to 'vacation' by its free will. A new darkness had appeared in the form of a mortal. " Oh for the love of mother of the dear god! Wait! That's me! Damn damn damn damn! Why I didn't pay attention more carefully to the mortal plane! I screwed up! What will by brothers and sister in parallel and alternate universes say? ' Oh look! Little brother screwed up again! Daddy what are you going to do about it? Daddy I think he deserves a punishment…' I shouldn't have spent so much time on partying around the Universe…" It moaned again.
The Fate spirits didn't in general have any gender but it still didn't stop them having the mind of a woman or a man, child or an old so by this they could identify themselves little better and actually call each other brother or sister.
The Fate could only hope that the mortals could handle this. Its already minor grip on the Universe was beginning to slip. The power of this mortal was too great. It blurred its senses and broke the balance. The balance must be corrected at any cost.
But there was still hope around. And when there's no fate everything is possible since the laws of Death and Happenings have just been abolished.
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Bulma ran. Faster. Harder than ever before. The thick underbrush of planet Yarogasei's whipped her legs, tearing the skintight fabric of her dark blue spandex pants. Her legs were scratched and bleeding slightly from the thin gushes that some sharp-edged, unfamiliar weed or plant had done. Her lungs burned, legs spasmed and she staggered.
' NO!' Bulma's mind screamed at her as she forced her body to move properly. A cut in her forehead was beginning to burn as sweat and blood mixed together and ran to her already unfocused blue eyes. The demons had attacked playing with them, mocking them, as they let them get away injured and in the brink of mad desperation that came naturally in the situation like it. Bulma didn't know where the rest of the purging squad were and only hoped they'd be alive.
The fear rose in her heart. It was unfamiliar feeling that she wasn't used to and she absolutely hated it. The cold feeling inside you, gripping your very soul and paralyzing your mind. And the rustling behind her just fed the feeling.
'This ain't happening…' her mind told her time after time but her soul and body knew otherwise. She was being chased. She was being hunted by the Yarogajins. Bulma knew as well as the Yarogajin demons did, that they could catch her when they wanted and do what ever they pleased with her. But no.
' Kami fucking damn it! And this damned planet can't even have a proper energy!' Bulma growled mentally and kept running. She was liking this whole the time less and less. The damn weird energy and chi this planet had was so different from the rest of the Universe. She couldn't mold or manipulate like normally and this prevented her from using her full powers and the ability of flying.
' Note to self. If survived, remember absolutely inform the HQ Room stuff that on Yarogasei your energy cannot be used to the fullest and it's a pretty shitty place anyway.'
Bulma's resolve hardened at the thought and despite everything she half-smirked and half-scowled. ' They chose to play with me. They chose to give me a bloody fucking last chance. Thing for you boys to know…never ever give a bloody last chance to a Saiyajin! They let us go in order to play with us…to amuse themselves…And you fucking don't play a game like this with a Saiyajin! Especially a game of survival! You'll lose in a way or another! ' The female Saiyajin mused angrily the fear momentarily diminished to almost nothing. The demons should have taken care of them in the first place. Now they did have to work for it and work hard, Bulma promised to herself. She wouldn't be going down easily. No one of her squad would go down easily either, Bulma knew that.
If only she could outsmart the bastards pursuing her…There really wasn't a chance of outrunning them anyway.
A branch of an old tree hit her shoulder as she tore carelessly thorough the jungle and snapped easily. Bulma cursed violently. She had just given her hunters a clear mark of her running route and her shoulder stung just a little. Great. Another injury to add to the list.
The blue-haired Saiyajin screeched to halt as the jungle suddenly ended and a rocky edge of a gorge appeared. Bulma yelped in surprise and fear as she almost stumbled over the edge. On the other side unfolded a vast red, quivering desert.
" Doesn't this idiotic place have anything else than bloody deserts and hell of a jungles!" she screamed in frustration as she whipped her head to and for to see possible escape routes. Back was out of question, forward no way. Alright. That left right and left as options.
Suddenly the jungle behind grew silent and she tensed. The silence hung heavily in the air foreboding doom as thick that you could cut it with a knife. The sounds and crickets of some unfamiliar birds and beasts that Bulma had already become used to as a natural thing were missing.
What she had gathered form the data of the mission the Planet Yarogasei had animals and vegetation almost as dangerous as the Yarogajin demons themselves and if they animals were scared she was royally screwed…
Bulma turned around facing the lush impenetrable greenery her face hardening even more. ' Not a chance in this cursed life that you'd ever touch or catch me.'
The sounds of crushing and rustling got closer and the giant bodies of the planet's natives appeared from the tropical forest freezing Bulma's blood in her veins.
" Never play a game that Saiyajins are masters at! Survival! Ya ain't catching me!" She spat out triumphantly. There was yet another option. Down. She closed her eye and stepped one determined step backwards, falling in the gorge.
Survival can mean many things. This time it was just to get away untouched and pride still in tact. The aspect of survival is far more dimensional to Saiyajins that to any other being in the universe. It just depended on the angle you were looking from.
Bulma closed her eyes and let the rushing air around her calm her down at the impending, rocky death that awaited her at the bottom.
' Good bye, my friends. We'll meet again.'
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A/N: I won't be writing this story for awhile so please be patient. I'm really slow writer. Feed back extremely welcome!