Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Vengeance ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: Vengeance

Edmund glanced at the blue prints with scorn before turning his sharp gaze back to his Strategic Manager. "Oh and how do you suppose we're going to find our way in to Son's Fort using these sorry excuses." He picked up the papers and frapped them into the man's face. It was morons like Simon here that led to defeats and deaths. The Saiyans had no mercy and therefore they must act on plans laid out to one hundred percent efficiency. It was morons like Simon here that had come up with the Rail Cannon idea. Sure it had killed the Princess, so the rumors said. But all that was going to do was fall them into the powers of hell when Trunks; or the father of them both, this mysterious Vegeta person came to claim vengeance. Saiyans were like that, Edmund had found to his intense dislike. They were irrational, unpredictable and had all the power of the Devil at their beck and call to obliterate them with out even raising a finger. It was tyrants like Trunks that had led to the execution of his great grandfather's family, only one child escaped the slaughter, his grandfather Brent. Although the destruction of the Royal Palace had been a success, he was going to have to turn his attentions to an old ally. Son Goku. Reports had spotted the large once protector of the Earth at the massacre of Project Zeus. Or as Edmund liked to call it, the Rail Cannon fuck up. And since the big Saiyan was pretty much on his own he was the weakest link and needed to be disposed of before he joined to Trunks's cause.

The gaining of the Rail gun had been an operation that had taken years to plan, and it had all turned to shit in a manner of minutes. The old Commander Leonard should have known that it would happen. Though the unexpected appearance of Son Gohan had turned the operation into a bloody mess, literally.

Now it was Edmund who was leader of the Army of the Red Monkeys, and it was his head that was in control now, not that lunatic Leonard. He had sighed with relief to find that fuck up amongst the slaughtered.

Edmund ignored Simon's spluttered excuses and brushed past him out of the narrow steel door into the rest of his ship. His pride and joy resided in this ship. The A.R.M Majestic was the finest destroyer ever to sail the solar winds. She was a great titanium and adamantium beast of blue steel and untarnished gold. She was one of the mightiest weapons the Army of the Red Monkeys had at their disposal. She pirated the Son transport shipping between the Solar Systems farthest out reaches all the way to the Alpha Centuri outpost on Centuri Five, a planet roughly twice the size of Earth with one of the richest sources of Adamantium humans have ever found. Also the farthest colony from Earth.

Edmund had recently become the most notorious space Pirate in history when he stole one hundred million tons of Adamantium and sold it to the colonists of Neptune to the tune of 55 trillion zeni. He was a rich man. But one had to be when one not only owned a fleet of ships but also ran a resistance army. It was those friendly black market sellers on the colony of Neptune, which resided on the moon Triton, which had custom build Leonard's Rail gun. Leonard may have been a lousy Army Commander but he had been a hell of a Captain. He had made the insane Pirating exercise into the unknown and found a well traveled but hidden trade rout between Centuri Five and Earth that was just begging to be thwarted.

Leonard had been a legend in that aspect. Too bad Leonard had been Edmunds father. Not that they had much of a father-son relationship. Edmund was glad to be done with him. His father had held no military largess at all; this had always shamed Edmund to the core. Leonard had been the youngest of five sons; his father Brent had been a harsh man. It had been his lust for revenge that drove the entire family into space and begin pirating in a hope to one day get the chance to destroy the Saiyans. Edmund new and realized things about his enemy that Leonard had never thought of. For one he knew Trunks's greatest flaw. Edmund knew Trunks was insane. He had realized it some time back, after carefully studying the man near and far. Another thing he had on his side was the secret to Trunks's father. The strange Vegeta, whom no one knew any thing about, except the propaganda that was taught in schools about him. He had in his custody the first human to see Vegeta ever since his apparent disappearance from Earth 250 years ago. He had Red Sunnet. Red was a tall lanky fellow with a buzz cut of ginger hair. And he was one of the most pathetic individuals that Edmund was ever cursed to meet. His watery blue eyes shone with self-pity 24/7 at what he believed was extreme man-handling at the hands of the black flame haired Vegeta. The man seemed to not be able get over the incident. He had told Edmund all about what Vegeta had done, and through all the weepy moans, Edmund had to admit Saiyan had seemed an exceptional man with the patience of a tree in his dealing with the pathetic looser Red. The looser had since joined the ranks of Edmunds crew aboard the A.R.M Majestic. He was surprised that Vegeta hadn't killed the wimpy man, he knew if he had been in the same situation as the Prince, he would have.

Edmund sighed angrily. His most recent reports stated that all the Saiyans bar Goku had moved their base to the Capsule Corporation compound on the edge of what had once been named Satan City, but now was known as Vegeta City. It was a mockery of humanity. It was just as humiliating to him that the Saiyans claimed the great Mr. Satan, that great hero from long ago, was not the real vanquisher of the evil demon Cell. They claimed that it was one of their own, Gohan who did it when he was twelve. How dare they full the minds of the young with such lies! It disgusted him to no end. Reason on top of reason filled his mind as to why he hated them so. He had to reclaim the Earth for his great-grandfather! It was his birthright. In a moment of patriotic vigor he decided to give up on Goku's Fort and to hit them where it hurt, the Capsule Corporation compound. An all out attack using his entire fleet should do the trick. He rubbed his hands together in delight. Oh yes, this was going to be good..





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The woman struggled once again against her restraints, but it was in vain. Her shoulder length blond hair thrashed about with her violent movements. She wore only a simple white gown, her feet bare.

"TEST TWO, PROCEED." Boomed the voice from the speakers. Suddenly a bone- jarring volt of electricity charged through her from the metal restraints at her ankles, wrists and neck. She screamed, the pain was unimaginable. When it left her she hung limply from the restrains, the pain and exhaustion making her docile. A sob broke from her lips as tears of suffering escaped her liquid blue eyes. Right now she wished for old times. Times long gone when she had been happy. She would never have believed her own great-great grandchildren would betray her to these monsters.

"TEST TWO, SUCCESS." Echoed the voice, so cold and lifeless. Like some mechanical soulless creature, bent on suffering, uncaringly. Vaguely she wondered if she had seemed like that once. The wall's magnetic force, which had held the restraints against it, suddenly released her. She slumped to the floor bonelessly. Pain was something she had become use to over the past month. Her family had betrayed her to them, so they could test their new Ki restraints against a being of considerable power. They, so she had heard when their egomaniacal leader came to rub it in her face, were the Army of the Red Monkey. And they were bent on the over throw of the Saiyan Empire. The Ki restraints they tested on her were made for one thing, the restraint of the Saiyans. Their leader Edmund had great plans for the Saiyans, or so he said. If trained they would be a considerable fighting weapon the Red Monkey's could use to make not only Earth theirs but the rest of the galaxy. She figured the man insane, but that didn't make him any less of a threat. In fact it was his drive and ambition that frightened her, she was worried that a man like him might actually succeed.

Speak of the devil.

A door opened silently across the blank white observation room she lay crumpled in.

Edmund walked up to her limp form. "So, 18, feeling good?" he said sardonically.

18 raised her head. "Fantastic, never better.." She whispered with a hoarse voice.

Edmund scowled and kicked her back against the wall. "You might want to know.. The tests on the Ki restraints are complete. I will succeed in destroying the Saiyans one way or another, either through breaking them or breaking their souls."

18 slowly raised her head again. "You are a monster!" She growled out between clenched teeth.

Edmund shook his head and laughed darkly. "Oh no my dear, I'm the Commander of the Army of the Red Monkeys."



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Gohan looked through the microscope at the chip. He blinked, his eyelashes running across the lens. He cursed and sat back in frustration. He knew he could make a viewer for it, but he wasn't sure if it was a viewer it needed. In fact Gohan was convinced that it was information stored on that chip, not a visual display at all. Whatever the information was, there was lots of it. He had approximated that the chip held about 100 gigs of information. How he was going to access it, he wasn't sure. But he was considering transferring the information on to a Crystal Cube. Crystal Cubes were handy devices that could be used for all sorts of things. From storing information to being used as a telephone. Another invention of Bra's. He sighed sadly, now no one would see that genius again..

He glanced at Goten who lay sedated on a bed in the corner of the workroom, strapped to it. Why did his brother flip out? Gohan shrugged to himself. He supposed he had flipped out when Videl was killed. Even now it haunted him. He shook slightly. What was it Goten had been screaming about? Something about Mirai Trunks and time travel. Gohan thought that odd, since Goten had never even met Mirai Trunks. What was all that ranting about time travel any way?

His thoughts were interrupted by the door sliding open. A tall magnificent lilac haired being entered the room. Trunks glanced over Gohan's knickknacks, his sapphire eyes resting on Goten for a moment before he drifted over to the window in a dreamy fashion. Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling alright Trunks?" he asked standing from his seat. Trunks didn't respond but stared out the window in a distracted manner for several minutes. Gohan watched him with a frown creasing his features. "Hello, Earth to Trunks? Are you alright?" Gohan thought for a moment that perhaps this strangeness was grief for Bra's death.

Trunks slowly looked up, his gaze still out the window, but now its dreamy focus was on the sky. He spoke slowly, as if he was half-asleep. "They are coming Gohan, coming to take what I built with the bones of the murdered and the skin of the dead." Gohan shivered at those words, the morbidity running down his spine. Yes, bones.. and skin.. and bodies. Lots of dead bodies. Gohan shook his head and rubbed his temples, now was not the time for those thoughts.

Gohan looked up again. "Who's coming?" Trunks didn't respond. He just stared at the sky emotionlessly. Gohan vaguely wondered if he would be as mad as Trunks was some day. "Trunks, I said, who is coming? Who's coming to take.." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't trust himself to repeat Trunks's garish words. Trunks slowly moved his eyes to Gohan, a small strange smile on his lips.

"The monkeys."



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A cold smile graced his thin lips. His ash coloured hair was pulled back in a small tail down his back and his violet eyes flashed with anticipation bordering on blood lust. He stood on the control deck of his ship, the A.R.M Majestic. They had just come down through Earth's atmosphere; they had destroyed several space stations already. His eyes looked out through the view screen at the city below. Now it was time for vengeance.



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TBC…