The Endgame is coming
Sohok opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was floating in a healing tank. He couldn't even remember how he got there, but he shrugged it off, choosing to ignore it and focus on his mission. He opened and closed his fist tight, flexing his fingers, then his arms. The healing tank had done its job and he felt renewed and even stronger than before. He reached out and tapped the tank a few times to get the doctor's attention. He then nodded and felt the liquid being drained away, and when it had the door opened and Sohok stepped out, glad to be out; although some clothes would be better.
"Welcome back Sohok, I trust you enjoyed your mission?" Sohok grunted, and started drying himself off,
"Where's my armour Doc?" The small reptilian physician paused nervously, he then ordered an orderly to bring it over. Sohok picked it up and inspected it; it was the same as before, except that this set was clean and undamaged. He smiled, and pulled on a black jumpsuit, stretching out his arms to see if it fitted alright. Satisfied he moved onto his boots, which were also clean, and then finally the armour, which he stretched over his head and slid his arms into place. Feeling much more like himself, Sohok looked at the doctor,
"I'm guessing my team didn't wait around then?" The Doctor nodded,
"They were called off for another mission; I asked if they wanted you revived but they said they could handle it." Sohok gave a short laugh, 'Sure they did, those bum's do anything to have some fun. And they didn't even wait for me, typical' thought Sohok.
"Where is my son?" The doctor paused, and then went to look at a report he had,
"He's being prepped for a mission, low level, nothing to difficult. Pretty far away though" Sohok turned, surprised; he hadn't expected this,
"When is he scheduled to leave Doc?"
"End of today, him and quite a few others" Sohok gritted his teeth in frustration, this could ruin everything. He had to move the plan forward. He quickly grabbed the scouter that was lying close by and darted out of the door and down the corridor.
Not too far away, a small gathering of Saiyans stood in a circle, watching as two very young Saiyans, little older than toddlers, were charging at each other, throwing punches and kicks. They were both boys; one was older than the other, though not by much, and had managed to dodge the right punch that was swinging towards his head; unfortunately he didn't see the kick that shot out backwards and caught him in the jaw. Responding quickly, he stepped onto his left foot and threw his left fist straight at the other boys cheek and hit him hard, sending them both flying back into a leap which ended with the boys landing on their feet. The toys looked at each other, laughing as if it were all a game, even though they both had a lot of bruises. The boys then stood, and nodded, their faces becoming serious, before both started laughing again, and ran off towards their respective mothers, their tails wagging around in excitement.
One stepped forward, and caught the child as he leapt into her arms and laughed even more as she held him up in the air; she smiled and watched her son with pride,
"Look at you, my little warrior. So strong already, we'll have to keep an eye on him Bardock" She looked back at a Saiyan who stood close by; he was tall and had long, oddly shaped hair, as well as a few scars across his face. He stood with his arms folded, smiling a small smile of pride as he watched his Mate and his Son. He then walked over and looked at the little boy who was now yawning slightly from exhaustion. He reached out and held his hand,
"You're gonna be a great warrior someday, I can just tell. Yes, you'll be amazing, won't you Kakarot" His son responded by yawning again, before sniffing the air; his eyes then sprang open, and he began wriggling wildly,
"Food!" the young boy cried; it was one of the few words he knew. His mother smiled, and let him go; he jumped to the ground and ran like wild animal straight at the big meal that was laid out on a table. He soon began stuffing his face full, joined by the other boy he'd just being fighting, who was also eating at great speed. Bardock smiled again, his mate reached out and held his arm, patting it gently,
"He gets that from you Gine"
"No he does not! He gets it from you, I might eat like you do, but at least I swallow between helpings" Bardock laughed, and turned away, leaving his son to gorge himself.
"Little monster's like his father; strong fighter with a bottomless stomach" Bardock looked up, and saw his old mentor leaning against a pillar, a small smile lighting up his face. Bardock gave a short laugh,
"Least my kid's got my sense of humour, I don't know where your son got his, but clearly it wasn't you old man" Sohok twitched; he hated when Bardock called him that. He saw Gine walking over,
"Least I know where our kids get their good looks, cus it sure as hell ain't from us" Gine laughed, and looked back at the two boys, who were struggling to digest their food, and lay on their backs panting. Sohok looked over towards his own mate, who was walking towards him with a bottle of Saiyan Ale in her hand,
"Natural born rivals, just like their fathers. At least they get along, unlike you two, Kakarot and Buka will be friends, maybe even partners someday" Sohok smiled at the thought, then he remembered, and his face lost all the joy he had, he took the bottle from his mate's hand,
"Thank you Ryuki, I definitely needed this" he then took a big gulp of the ale and swallowed it. (Saiyan ale is extremely strong, yet doesn't damage the body, so it's safe to drink it and eat without the body's metabolism suffering). Ryuki sighed, and smiled at Gine,
"Typical male, always wanting everything now" Gine winked, and tugged Bardock by the arm and both went to pick up their now sleeping son, who's stomach bulged from all the food he'd consumed. Ryuki and Sohok picked up their son Buka, who was also fast asleep, and giving a wave to their friends, went off back to their quarters.
When they had placed Buka in his small bed, Ryuki walked over to a small table, and picked up a pad which had being lying there; she then threw it over to Sohok,
"You found out then I take it?" Sohok nodded, and led forward in a chair, clenching his fists tightly.
"I got it this morning, so did many of the others. They agreed that we should push the plan forward to today." Sohok looked up in surprise,
"That was damned quick, how'd you get them all to agree?"
"It wasn't hard; the places they plan on sending these kids are so far away that we'd never see them again for years" Sohok grit his teeth, and stood up, still angry. He sighed, and walked over to the window, and starred out over the wastelands of Planet Vegeta. It was the one place you could hide on the planet; you couldn't hide for long, but if you wanted to hide anything, then the wastelands were the only place you could even try.
"Is it out there?" Ryuki walked over to him, and gently stroked his shoulders,
"Buried under a thin dust layer, the techies are still upset, but they say she'll be ready to go. There's enough space for everyone, and the only ones left are the ones who are coming in pods. Like you..." She let her hands slip, and turned away, Sohok turned round, and held onto her hands.
"I have to; we all agreed that a few of us would have to delay the guards and soldiers while you all take off. I'll follow after you in a pod don't worry." She held his hand tightly, Sohok sighed,
"However, I don't think I can change all of the kid's destinations. Some yes, but I might have to send a couple far away so they can't be tracked. That's only in a worst case though. I'm not gonna let anything happen to Buka." Ryuki turned and looked up into her mates eyes; they were filled with determination and courage. She nodded,
"The other volunteers are waiting for you at the coordinates. Are you sure this is the only way?" Sohok nodded, "It is. To safe guard our children's future, and the future of our race, They must attempt to kill King Vegeta. And while they do this, I will destroy the attack pod tracking system, making sure that they won't be able to follow us. He paused, looking at her,
"Do they know that they won't survive?"
"Yes, they are prepared to die." Sohok nodded, he then looked at a timer close by,
"It's getting close, you'd better get the other's mobilized, get them all over to the ship. I'll meet with the group. After that... Well all we can do is pray."