A/N: It sure has been awhile since I've last time touched this story... but I'm going to continue it, you hear me! With my slightly developed writing skills I shall conquer this fic! ( Silence ensues ) What, no applause? Oh stop already deciding between killing me or hugging me and killing me and read the damn chapter...
I lost my spell check once again, thus I apologize beforehand for possible spelling, grammar and typo errors. Thank you. And for the next update I have to say, I'm now a Sophmore (or as close to it as my country's education system comes compared to America or Britain's ) so that cuts my writing time enough as it.
Disclaimer: " Are you sure about this! Absolutely sure?" Yes, now stop bugging me, you crazed girl! " R-really?" YES! YOU DON'T OWN A THING! And don't worry. It has no sugar. " Dang..."
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Chapter IV – Part II: Purge Yarogasei
Kakarott shook his spiky, black-haired head in attempt to clear the dizziness and quiet down the annoying rush of the blood, that he heard so well. He would never admit it to anyone, not ene to himself, but he was scared and pissed off. The bastard Yarogajins were hunting and palying with them out of pure lust for the thrill and to-be-spilled blood of their prey. Kakarott scowled and wiped sweat off his bruised and cut face. That what they had become. A hunter and intruder turned into measly prey and plaything of twisted minds.
Staying as still as he possibly could in the shadows of the foliage of the tree he was sitting in and controlling carefully his rapid and panic-caused breathing. The Yarogajin demons were closing in fast. He doubted they could have gotten him the time they wanted, but for some sick reason or another they had decided to prolong the pursue. Probably to think a way to grill our ass and eat it, he thought bitterly. It was a miracle he had survived this long.
The adreanline pupimg in his veins was beginning to wear out and the nervousness was etched to his every limb. He though briefly of his team mates and wondered how they were doing. He knew Cornua and Meatro were dead, killed in the spot right in the beginning of their grand survival battle. That was one of the most painful and vivid memories that his memory owned and he had seen many times people being blown up to bloodu heap of guts and blood. But it hurt. Differently than a physical wound.
He had checked his chest and ribs many times while running but had found no wound that could cause that kind of pain. Like something had been stuffed in middle of his lungs and it pressed there chokingly, getting larger by and smaller with his thought. Kakarott let out a string of curses. All this shit and now this feeling he had never had before but he had never lost a ...friend before.
Deciding to drop the mushy emotional crap and act like a Saiya-jin he was, he began climbing the tree cursing this Hellhole different energy currents for rendering him to a defenseless and mostly helpless cub. His beaten body protested but he told it to shut up and climb the damn tree already. Being already in somewhat bad shape before the whole sorry episode started was dong him any good right now. The moss and vine covered three was wet from the heat that had condensed into tiny droplets of water was slippery and Kakarott couldn't get a decent grip of anything which made him angrier than before.
Freeing his other from the steadying grip, he wiped his face which was dirty, bloody and above all, sweaty. He looked like he had just come out of shower but still been covered in filth. Scratching the scar that run horizontally across his he once again pondered why this was happening. Why them? Bulma and Kuririn... were they even alive? Or perhaps already being tortured and used in vicious games of abhorrence?
I knew it, he thought, I just should have gotten laid before this...
Shifting his weight from booted foot to another in anxiousity the wet and slippery plant under his weight yielded to the laws of physics and friction and his forr slipped on the wet branch. The sudden loss of solid surface made him keel over so fast his finely tuned reflexes didn't have time to react being weary and slowed down by the sweltering heat.
" FUCK!" rang out in the jungle scaring off some carnivore birds as Kakrott fell with huge rustling and crushing sounds though the thick foliage. The lesser branches snapped like twigs as he hit them gaining bruised and gashes from them. He had climbed fairly high in tending to make his escape within the thick tree tops, hidden by the greenery. Now he was paying for it.
" SHIT!" another clear swearword was heard as he hit the back of his head on a tree trunk nearly snapping his neck. He flailed in despreation, trying to grab on something bu no avail. He was falling and with the speed he didn't want to think about. The fall wouldn't kill him, but leave him injured for Yarogajins to pick up and... a sharp twig cut his right arm making him spin in the air even more uncontrolled and he hissed and felt blood spraying from the cut.
Everything was blurry green and brown, spiraling around him in nauseating pattern. For a millsecond he felt his bare shoulder touching the soft undergrowth before his weight come down on it and for the Saiya-jin male utter surprise, the the ground gave in under him and he fell thru the layers of rotting leaves and soil.
" Whatta-" was all he had time to say as the air was agonizingly knocked out of him as the hard rocky surface greeted him. Pain searing thru his very being and essence the dim light from the gap in the cave roof swirled and grew into blinding light as Kakarott with one final groan closed his eyes and promtly lost consciousness.
On planet Vegetasei, in cosyl big quarters of one the Kings most trusted generals, Tannipu watched out of the window, worried, the start brightly twinkling and non-caring in the black nightsky. Her mate and sons were all beating the bloody shit out of each other, training mind you, and stress relief, and wouldn't be back for another hour. She was glad her men were doing some father-son bonding altough it wa sin middle of crisis and thus she had opted to stay home when all the mayhem was going on about this evening. She needed a night to herself sometimes, like now.
The frown on her would not leave and the pressing feeling something was wrong kept ringing in her head, like a constant call ring of a scouter. Tannipu gripped the windowshill, slight cracks appearing on it from the force she was letting out. The only time ever, when she felt like this, was when Bardock, Radizt or Turles were in danger or something bad was going on with them. But now it wasn't possible for it didn't feel like them.
She wondered briefly could it be him, perhaps. The Saiya-jin woman placed her hand son her stomach and sighed. It had been nearly twenty years since she had lost her youngest. The birth had been hard and she had been totally knocked out of it when he was born. Around a day later she was back to normal thanks to her fast healing Saiya-jin body, but her infant hadn't been there. The possibility of being sent out to some frontier planet was out question since he was general's son and she herself held a high position in Saiya-jin society...
Bardock had told her rather impassive that the baby had died of a lung failure shortly after the birth. The birthing had, he told, taken too long for the baby and his lungs had been too deprived of oxygen to ever work properly casuing the death. Tanniou had been in total mind-numbing shock. Not her baby... She saw Bardock gulp despite his impassive face and burst in tears. It had taken months for her to really pull through.
And she hadn't even seen his face... or named him. Her and Bardock were going name him Kakarott. A common but strong name for a Saiya-jin child to own. The small woman sighed leaving the window giving into wonderful landscape and paced around the room feeling some comfort in the feel of soft, lush carpet under her bare feet. Something odd was going on anyway. Not too long ago, actually only few hours, the HQ Room had been sabotaged and all the soldiers were alert. Maybe her feeling of ominous danger wasn't that far away anyhow...
Still feeling worried, she decided to pur herself a glass of Vefetasei's finest wine Toromerde( heh heh...evil smirk) and sit down to calm down.
Kuririn stumbled ungracefully over a tree stump falling flat on his face. He winced and spewed words his long dead mother would skin him for. Just lying there for awhile, he smelled the sticky air and the thick damn grass. It reeked of negative and depressive things and first word to describe this all was 'death'. The whole accursed planet was one big death trap from its flora, fungi and fauna to its inhabitants. Nothin looked sweet or beautiful; just dangerous and dying.
He sighed. He never should have taken that fucking request from the King Vegeta even at the cost of his and his team's lives. Hell, being dead by King's hand would be much better right now, for all of them. Cornua and Meataro dead as rocks and melting in the stomaches of Yarogajin scum by the acids... Kuririn shut his eyes tightly. He shouldn't have accepted, but died instead.
Srcambling to his feet shakingly, he beagn jogging forwards wondering why he even bothered. Because HQ will send us help and rescue right off when they hear what happened, he though in fake singsong voice, knowing the whole thing ridiculous dream. But hey, man can have dreams, can't he? Most of his were still unfulfilled and he doubted they would never become true, anyway. Such was the part of a third class.
Driving all the depressing thoughts out of his head and letting the survival instinct to take over, he continued his escape from the fate he knew he couldn't run away forever. His silent whizzing past the trees, plants and other things belonging into a deadly jungle was unnatural by any standards and the drive he was running with exceeded a normal Saiya-jin levels. Such were the third classes' skills.
ChiChi sat in her space pod feeling giddy as never before. She was going to a mission! She felt like screaming in happiness! She was going to mission... to where? ChiChi stopped herself. Where exactly they were going on a mission? The prince never informed her about it and the blonde female was neither, but seemed to know anyways. ChiChi had heard some plain scary things about the tiny, blonde guard who was Queen's elite. They said she was made of ice and had killed a man for just looking at her wrong; by ripping off his balls and 'piece of equipment' and tail out and making him eat them.
Those were only rumours, but she didn't doubt a second the blonde woman she had met couldn't do it now seen her in person, and now ChiChi wished she could have the power and guts to do something like that to next offeding male that came across her.
Opening the communication system between the pods in the spur of the moment, she contacted the feared and cantantenous Saiya-jin prince. " Uh, sire? Not by any means I mean disrespect, but you didn't exactly tell me where were going and what were going to do."
With slight annoying statistic disruptions the prince's annoyed but smug voice blared from the small speaker. " That is none of your business, female, but to reassure you and make you feel all safe and sound, I'm going to have to say this to you. Blondie! Open up the damn communication of yours!" she heard the prince order and a short pause ensued. ChiChi was sure she could sense the smirk floating about the prince's face and her throat felt suddenly tight and her hands trembled.
A small clicking noise thru the speaker told her that Juuhachi had joined in the conversation.
" I'm listening, my prince." Her cold and smooth voice told evenly, obviously bored and ChiChi got another feeling that the prince had just flipped her off and glaring daggers at the microphone for the respect-lacking response.
" Now, you...ChiChi were you... it doesn't matter anyway, our mission is to go on planet Yarogasei and find out the team that was sent there. You know the big secret everyboys' been talking about and my old man only knows. Thou I know the team. Now we only have to find them." Vegeta's voice stated and ChiChi paled. Juuhachi stayed silent, long ago knowing their mysterious destination, even before the prince himself knew what was going to happen.
" Ya... roga...seih?" the black-haired Saiya.jin female asked in high, shaky voice, in complete shock. A fear like never before suddenly lace her body all over. She was going to Yarogasei? The very epitome of every soldiers nightmares and mortal enemies. The planet itself served no purpose and was labeled as a shitty place anyways, the inhabitants were a real threat. The demon creatures' technology was not advanced, but they had some means of scape travelling vehicles in their use making them a potential threat not only for Saiya-jins but for the people of the Northern part of the universe, also. It was existence's luck that the demons were stupid as a tree root.
The prince continued, unbothered. " The team is surprisingly, according to the HQ Room's data-centre, a five-person third class squad. Kuririn's team No. 672."
" A third class squad!" ChiChi blurted out. Could things get anymore weirder? A third class team was sent to purge Yarogasei? The name sent cold chills down her spine.
" Yes, female, a third class team. Though I suspect it is disguised Elites in lower class armour." Vegeta answered thoughtfully, not really remembering to whom he was talking to. This purge must really have gotten into him, ChiChi thought and felt even more nervous. She wiped her forehead only now realizing it was matted with cold sweat. Maybe this was a mistake...
" Names." Juuhachi asked from the prince calmly and ChiChi felt jealous of the guard's composed and battle-ready state of mind. Vegta snorted and the speaker broke the voice just slightly making it sound like a bull had just sneezed. She giggled, slight hysteria already creeping into her mind.
" Kuririn, captain and team leader, Kakarott, team member, Bulma, unofficial team membe---" he began.
" BULMA? THEY SENT FUCKING BULMA'S TEAM IN THERE?" ChiChi bellowed in shock hearing her friend and half-mentor's name from the prince's lips. That's why she had been so gloomy... just yesterday...and now she was that horrible planet... probably dead...
" You know them?" the prince asked surprised and demanding.
" Not all of them. Bulma's my friend and she has taught me a lot about fighting and... they, the team... they aren't Elites in disguise. They really are a third class purging team." she finished meakly and she could feel the shock from both pods.
" End of discussion. Dismissed." Prince Vegeta said and closed the link quickly. Juuhachi followed the example and ChiChi was left alone with her head full of chaos. She really didn't feel like a rude, mighty Saiya-jin purger and warrior right now... She needed to get her act together for this and decided to mediate to calm her raging mind down. Unsuccesfully.
The rest of the journey was spent in silence.
A third class team, nonetheless? Why was his father sending a third class team? They'd die there like rats in a fire! No lower class could ever survive down there... Maybe they were never meant to purge planet... all third classes were expandable after all. They held no particular value to anyone... Vegeta frowned visciously. Could be that they were only used as scouts to gather information for the real purge or possibly war and army? That sounded about right. His old man would do something like that.
There went his plan for the supposed Elites...
But his sharp mind was already forming another one...
He smirked. " It could be done..."
Now he only had to hope for the best.
Juuhachi shook from head to toe. It was an amazing wonder her voice hadn't wavered or cracked while she spoke. She absolutely loathed space travel. It was dark, cramped up and did she mention horrible experience in general! Her mind was black form all the vision and was clouded by darkness and the fact added to her flying phobia even more. She had gotten used to the ado and noise going on in her blonde head and now that it was gone, she felt bare and helpless, not knowing what was behind the corner or which step would fail under her.
Even the random flashes and glimpses of the person tied to the future had faded, gone into hiding.
She grabbed her seat and wished for once in her life to be her reckless brother, back in the hidden woodlands of Vegetasei, without the slightest hint of fearfor anything.
Vast and empty space spread around and a spaceship black as the greatest void silently glided forward. It came out of the shadow of an unhabited planet gaining some color to it but, but not taking away the dread one would feel seeing the ship. Then there was another one. Smaller and more slender type, made for battle and ultimate destruction. And after it came three others... and more...
The fleet of silent ships, pushed forward by powerful engines and emissions were curious. They had never been to this part of the universe before. Like children redarding a new playground gear. New, ignorant world for them to conquer.
And that was what made the whole quest exiting.
The fleet continued its journey unhurriedly. They had still weeks before they'd confront any intelligent life and it was better to check the radars and clean the armours than rush in. You never knew...
A hand held an elegant looking glass as bloodred subtance poured, swirling about it, staining the clean surface of the glass...
In back of the room seven huge orange orbs glowed mysteriously and an old Namek was shackled to the wall...
The northern universe had not yet seeing anything.
A/N: Ooh, mysterious stuff... Now, please review? I try to get the next chapter out soon enough. ( A huge pile of schoolbooks fall on Kinoha ) ... or not! Ugh... ( wanders off to get some aspirin.)