As they reached the command center, they heard a loud boom. Kakarot stepped outside and found one of the ships collapsing. Now he could sense the rest of the Kis inside of the others growing restless. Some were panicking to the point where they were trying to escape to the planet below.
Kakarot stepped back inside. Everyone stared at him, wanting a report. "We're going to have company sooner than we expected. Raditz had to have gotten to Tarble in time."
Vegeta let out a sigh of relief. Now they could get down to what he knew best. The emperor looked back at his subjects. "Let's give them hell!" He smirked as he turned to walk out.
Kakarot began to laugh. "So, we don't get some epic war speech?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "We are already stronger than them. They may have numbers, but we have the raw power."
The captain looked over at the rest of the soldiers. "We should split up. Alpha and Delta Squads should go to the west. Beta can go north; Omega and Zeta can go to the east." He watched as they began to separate into their groups, leaving two groups left. "Gamma will go to keep an eye on the bunker." That group was made up of the youngest soldier's there. Some weren't even older than 13 or 14, which was still older than Kakarot was during his first battle. "Kappa will go to the south."
"Who with make sure that the city center is protected?" one of the soldiers asked.
"Sigma, will be stationed here. But we want to get them out of the city. After the damage we received from the Cold Empire, we don't need more projects to fix," the Emperor said. "Now that we know the plan, let's head out. I want to see the Commission crash and burn like the Cold Empire did."
Kakarot chuckled. "That's not the only glory that awaits us." The other saiyans were looking at the captain with confusion. "Without the Commission, the control of the galaxy is up for debate. With the Cold Empire gone, that leaves us with an opening." There was whispering around them.
Vegeta laughed. "Imagine it." He looked at his subjects. "We will control everything. No one will look down at us. Finally, we will be gods to the rest of the galaxy." Cheers erupted. "So, don't fear death. Remember what we are fighting for: our honor, our glory, and our way of life. They want to take that chance away from us!" Snarls surrounded him. "Take everything from them; teach them what a warrior race really is!" There was a mixture of snarls and cheers, followed by the soldiers leaving with their groups.
Kakarot laughed. "I knew you couldn't resist making a dramatic speech."
Vegeta turned his eyes on his captain. "Do you not like my speeches?"
The captain let out a snort. "No, they really get the crowd going. It does raise moral." Kakarot made to leave. "I will go with the Beta's; my father has already left with the Kappa's."
Vegeta nodded. "Alpha and Delta will be fine on their own, so I will go after Omega and Zeta." The emperor prepared to leave. "Now, Kakarot, you know the rules."
"Like I'm going to die against some weaklings," Kakarot huffed.
Vegeta smirked. "Very well, I will see you when all of this is done." With that the emperor flew off. The battle was going to happen any second now.
Gure had led Betra to the bedroom that she was using. She pushed the female saiyan down to the bed. She could already see blood dripping down Betra's leg.
The female saiyan was hissing at the tech-tech as she removed the blood-stained underwear of the other woman. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Gure didn't answer. She knew she had to work fast. It was still early for the baby to come out, but they didn't have a choice. She looked down and could see that Betra was dilating, not that she really liked looking down there. Gure had to remind herself that this wasn't the baby's fault.
Betra cried out in pain as horrible waves of discomfort came over her. Tears were running down her face as her body tried to push out the baby. Part of her was happy though. This was something that she could hold over Tarble for all eternity. The saiyan prince would always remember that he had her first, not the tech-tech. Hell, seeing his heir would be enough for her to get control again.
Gure knew that it really wasn't supposed to be this fast, but this was an emergency and they child was just looking to escape the danger. As she took another glance downward, she could see tissue tearing from the distressed child.
Betra howled as the tech-tech moved between her legs with her hands open. "You don't get to touch it!"
Gure didn't say anything. She just focused on the task at hand. The baby was already crowning, which the tech-tech knew wasn't normal at this stage of birth. She had witnessed more than one back home on Tech-Tech and Gine even said that it wasn't like this.
Gure's hands moved forward, helping the new life come out as Betra pushed. A cry filled the room as the tech-tech began to clean the baby off. She cut the cord, before looking down at the child in her arms. The baby had stopped crying and was looking up at her. Its small tail was wrapped around her wrist. Gure couldn't believe it. It was as if she was holding a miniature version of Tarble. There was no sign of Betra in sight. The baby boy gave her a smile and her heart melted. "Aren't you the cutest thing?"
"Give me my baby!" Betra growled, trying to pull herself up.
Gure held the child closer as she backed away from the woman, holding the child in a protective way. "He's Tarble's son."
"He's my son!" Betra said getting to her feet in the sloppiest of ways. "Now hand him over!"
"He isn't a slab of meat!" Gure said, feeling the baby's tail tighten around her wrist. She looked down and saw fear in those small eyes. This was not the way for anyone to start living. "Shhh…it's okay." With each passing second, Gure was falling in love with the child that was clinging to her. She didn't have to give birth to feel something. Her maternal instincts were kicking in.
"I want my BABY!" Betra screeched, her eyes twitching as she ran to attack Gure. The tech-tech moved out of the way just in time, all while holding the baby against her chest.
Gure moved to one of her bags, taking out a blaster and aiming it down at the female saiyan. "Don't come any closer."
Betra pulled herself up and only laughed. "Like you have the gall to shoot me in front of my child!" Betra laughed as she began to go after Gure again. The woman froze though as a shot was fired through her chest. The female saiyan fell to the floor, breathing hard.
Gure walked over and put her foot on Betra's head. "You really think that I would show a demon like you sympathy? You took the man I loved and turned him against me. You drove him to insanity for your own sick pleasure. You've tried to kill me and helped destroy my home planet. You even just tried to kill me and your son." She aimed the blaster down at Betra. "You really thought that I would give up, didn't you? That I would just throw in the towel? I pity you for underestimating my resolve."
"Tarble loves me…" Betra said weakly.
Gure couldn't help but laugh at that. "No, he loves me. Your road of deceit ends here."
"I…I can explain…It was…It was the King, he told me to…" Betra started to panic.
"He's been dead for over ten years," Gure said. "You've had plenty of time to reconsider." Gure's finger readied itself on the trigger. "Now, I've had enough of this. Say your goodbyes." Betra was about to say something, but the tech-tech pulled the trigger, firing into the back of the chest more than once. Gure walked away from the bloody body on the floor. "Oops, my finger slipped."
Gure looked over at the boy in her arms. He was wiggling a little in fear. Gure dropped the gun. "Let's go see your daddy." The tech-tech walked out of the room, feeling the baby calm itself against her. She walked to the kitchen first and opened the fridge. Betra had already been pumping milk out and storing it. Gure put together a bottle and watched the boy eat as she decided to find Tarble and Raditz. "You know, you need a name." She pondered for a few minutes then smiled. "I have the perfect name for you."
Kakarot flew over the city, coming in contact with his squad before looking up. The Commission soldiers that were too scared to stay on the ships were making their descent. He growled. "Hold your positions!"
Everyone took a fighting stance as the ship burst open. Energy blasts crackled through the sky as the entire squad aimed at the ships. A few blew up before getting close while some soldiers were popping out of them.
Kakarot growled. He turned super saiyan and began to start his attacks, moving faster than lightening. The random aliens didn't know when he would strike. His fists dripped with blood as they went through soldier after soldier, littering the ground with corpses.
Some saiyans triumphed, others failed, but Kakarot kept going. He had to kill every last member of the Commission. Even if he only wanted to watch one of them die, that didn't matter. They all had to die.
Kakarot zoomed around, taking out five of the Commission's soldiers at once. With each passing second, his anger was growing. These were the people that ordered the attack on his Chichi. They were the ones that terrorized his son. He snarled, snapping a man in half.
The other saiyans in his squad stopped to stare at the torso that fell to the ground, along with the bottom half of the soldier's body. They all looked at the captain in terror, moving farther away from Kakarot as the captain took out more Commission soldiers.
Kakarot wasn't paying attention though. His mind was reading the Kis as they passed him. Each time, he found that he was looking for the Commissioner. He wanted that blood on his hands. The crumpled form of his mate came to mind and his mind tipped over into the blind rage of the second super saiyan form once more.
His blood boiled, but at the same time, he locked onto the Ki that he was looking for. The captain sped off, leaving his squad to take care of the invading force. He had business to take care of.
Vegeta looked off to the side. There weren't that many soldiers coming this way. It seemed like they had a different target. He just couldn't figure out what that was.
After the Commission's plan with the moon had been destroyed, he figured that they would be after a full out assault. But they weren't even trying. He just needed to figure out what they really wanted.
His eyes scanned someone zooming towards the bunker where the civilians were and his heart dropped. That was the plan. The Commission was going to after his mate and the others.
The Emperor snarled as his body went up to super saiyan. First, they had planned to destroy his planet, then they tried to kill Tarble, and now they were going after Bulma. Vegeta flew off towards the bunker. His anger was rising. Bulma was with child. The heir to his legacy was growing inside of her. The future of his very existence depended on him making it to the bunker in time.
The wrath that flowed through him was familiar, but he didn't dare to push it away. He needed this wrath. He needed this rage. It was the only thing that could save his Bulma from the Commission.
Vegeta snarled as he was met with soldier after soldier through the air. He cut one down after another, not sparing them a second of his time. Their lives were meaningless.
As soon as he reached the front of the bunker, he found that it was swarming with soldiers. All the emperor could see was red, but he wasn't alone.
Vegeta heard a howl to his side and turned his head, to see Kakarot glaring down at the mess with more malice than the emperor thought possible. Vegeta roared up at him, which caught the captain's attention.
It was strange, mainly because Kakarot came up next to him and they began to chat in a way that Vegeta had never heard before, but at the same time…he could understand what Kakarot was trying to say. They could do this. There may have been hundreds of soldiers, but nothing was going to stop them. The two of them would have their vengeance, no matter what.
To Be Continued…