Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Celestial Intervention ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter 12: Celestial Intervention.









War is a dark thing.

Emotionless and powerful.

Upon this Earth war has waged for thousands of years. Man against Earth, man against element, man against man.

It has been this way so long that it has become a necessity in man's evolution to take out the tension of a violent race wanting to be peaceful, on its self. Man deceives it's self. Man believes it's self to be the pinnacle of creation, utter perfection, sublime evolution. All of this proven through multiple religious beliefs centering around one or many creators. The Gods are this proof, born from the ache in the human heart to know from whence it came from, so the creation of creation was thought of.

So many years have passed that it is now like a collective mind in the thoughts of all humans. And with this belief goes hand in hand the thoughts of peace, love, harmony. Feelings many and most humans don't even understand or recognize. Alien concepts. Humans deny their own instincts, passing them up for the great wish of peace, love and harmony. Humans don't like to think of them selves as a violent race any more, they see that with high sentient comes higher learning and therefore a peace with ones self. Yet, because we deny our most basic instincts their freedom, a great tension develops. Like a spark to dry wood, the war within every human soul can be ignited. Then the instincts can no longer be denied.

Gods, whom man invented to explain its existence are many different things, called many different names and govern many different areas in the human psyche and way of life.

The Kami of Earth was not even human, and he was finding it hard to understand the years of blood, death and ignorance.

Dende watched silently from the edge of Kami's Lookout, looking out at the world below. His green hand grasping his staff, passed down from the previous Kami. His brows furrowed. He stood a tall powerful Namek, the only suggestion of age were the small lines about his dark eyes. He stood alone.

Mr. Popo was watering the poppies and Piccolo was meditating within the walls of his palace.

He may have been God but he could do very little about the chaos the world had gone back and forth into like some dreaded pendulum. The creators of it were too powerful for him. He, the Kami.

He had been Kami of this Earth since he was a child and it pained him that people he had trusted equally with his own race had turned against him. He was Guardian of Earth, its protector, but he couldn't protect it from its own children. The human unconscious need to harm and destroy was something that was in many ways more frightening than that of the Saiyans, the race of Battle it's self. At least Saiyans knew and understood their hearts. They released their violent urges daily. Or at least they once did.

Trunks, Goten and Gohan. The last of the half Saiyans. Spiritually at war with themselves continuously. For Trunks it had meant madness. For Gohan it had meant an almost total split within him self. Like he was two different people. A borderline madness certainly. For Goten, who like his father had always indulged in his senses and trusted in his instincts, was almost a perfect balance of Saiyan and Human.

Their own inner turmoil had changed the world. All caused by death. For Trunks, it was his mother's and the vanishing of his father. For Gohan it was his Videl and later, Pan. For Goten it was his three wives and daughters. They had changed the world, but now it seemed their own past was going to save them.

It was a shocking surprise to Dende that Vegeta had returned, untouched by time, unknowing of what his absence had caused on a planet that was never even meant for his kind.

Now Dende knew that the only way to save the Earth was to trust in a person he had at first come to hate for the murder of his kind so many years ago. Though Dende was not prone to hold a grudge he did find the whole fiasco terribly ironic.

Dende watched as the huge ships from space breached the Earth's atmosphere. Their intentions so obvious to the God. They meant death, for him, for the Saiyans and for Humanity. If the madman in command of this bloody force was not stopped every thing he stood for would be lost.

He took a breath. He had to warn them. Even though it had been a while since he had anything to do with the Saiyans, he had an obligation to protect the planet. The Saiyans were the fastest way to solve the problem with the smallest amount of civilian death.

He sighed again and turned away from his view over the world and walked slowly towards the huge white palace upon the look out. "Piccolo." He called out as he walked towards the open front of the pillared building. The older Namek raised his head from where he was meditating to look at the Kami.

"What is it Dende, I am meditating." He said in the deep gravely voice. Although the senshi was older Piccolo didn't look that much older than Dende, Namek-jin were a long-lived race like Saiyans though they did age differently. Were pure Saiyans stayed youthful and in their prime right up until about five years before their natural death, Namek-jin aged and grew old physically over a long period of time. Although Piccolo was older he had not lost his power over time, yet neither had he grown stronger since the time of Buu.

Dende stood silently before Piccolo for several long minuets, biting his lip slightly as he turned to look out into the blue sky. Piccolo grumbled in irritation. "What do you want Dende, first you interrupt my meditation and now you just stand there like a mute statue. Speak or go away." He growled again as Dende turned back to look at him.

"Sorry Piccolo, but could you please go to the Saiyans for me." Dende watched him anxiously.

Piccolo looked at him blankly. "What the hell for.." He growled slowly standing. Dende sighed, he knew Piccolo would be reluctant but he was a Senshi like they were, if confronted he would be able to deal with it.

"Well.. actually I need you to see Vegeta. He seems to be the only one of reasonable stable mind at the moment." Piccolo raised an eyebrow.

"So.. he's finally returned then." Piccolo looked away from Dende. ~So Vegeta has returned finally from space.. Perhaps some sense could be pounded into his son at long last and enough of this foolishness..~ "Very well, what do I tell to the Royal Bastard?" Dende ignored the others language and spoke, "You have to tell him Earth is under attack. The Army of the Red Monkeys.. are attacking from space." He paused. "It's all out war now Piccolo.."

Piccolo stood silently for several minuets. So finally the tide was breaking and Trunks's little empire was on the verge of collapse. He didn't know whether to feel horror or elation..

"Very well Dende. But if I get killed I'm going to be very pissed with you."



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"Well father, what do you think of the out come?" Trunks turned his head to look at Vegeta who was scowling beside him, arms crossed, a murderous gleam in his opal eyes. Trunks smiled to himself. All was great. Fantastic.. He was about to get covered in blood and gore, listening to the symphony of thousands of traitors screaming and generally blowing shit up. This was the life. It was a shame his father didn't feel the same way.

'Well Pops?" Trunks raised a lilac eyebrow. Vegeta stiffened, he jerked his head angrily towards his son and punched him swiftly in the gut.

He growled in a low whispery voice, "I never want you to call me that again.." He swiftly kneed the young man in the face, shoving him back with a bleeding nose. Vegeta spat on the ground in front of his son. "You are an embarrassment! To your entire line! You are no leader, no King! And you are no son of mine!"

Trunks watched him emotionlessly as he listened to his father, slowly getting to his feet again and absentmindedly wiping his nose leaving a long trail of dark red down the sleeve of his white cotton shirt. Vegeta snarled. "Look what you have done to this planet! A true leader would have wiped out resistance long ago and would never have made his family a target!" Vegeta clenched his fists and cried out in frustrated rage. It was all building up in him, the time, the deaths, and the madness affecting those he knew. It was all building up into a not so alien rage. "You are a failure Trunks, utterly!" He cursed. "And if only.. only I had been there to teach you.." He punched his fist into the wall. "If only damn it! I had been there.. I should never have left.. never." He shook his head slowly. Rage still dancing in his eyes.

Trunks watched impassionedly. His father.. had wanted to be here. He hadn't run away from them after all? "Then why did you go? Father why?!" Trunks's face opened to show the true agony under the madness.

Vegeta looked at him for a long time, silent and unmoving. His rage seemed to fade slightly to a more stable emotion. Slowly he spoke, calmly. "I wanted a break from Earth, a break from the humans, to get away from your mother for a short while, to get away from always being beaten by that baka Kakarott. Even to get away from you.. Just a damned break. I was away for three months. I come back.. and this is the world." He threw his hands up slightly, his voice was sharp, cutting of the words sharply with his suppressed rage.

"I never meant for this to happen. Believe me son, if I had been around you would never have become so bored you had to take over the world.." He smirked slightly. "Hell by now we would have conquered the galaxy at least."

He shook his head. Trunks's sapphire blue eyes went round, his thoughts swirling in his head. ~He never meant to?~

The bell at the door suddenly buzzed making Trunks jump slightly. It was followed by loud banging. "Well?" Said Vegeta and he turned away to silhouette the window with his dark form.

Trunks slowly walked down stairs. He passed Goten, who was know asleep in a room of his own since Gohan said the young man was stable enough now. He walked through the hall to the large front door. The person was still banging on it, cursing in a gruff voice which Trunks thought was vaguely familiar. Opening the door Trunks looked up at the tall Namek, not a tad of surprise showing on his face. "Ah, hello Piccolo, been a while huh?"

The Namek cursed and shoved past him. "Sure has." He said growling. "Ever since the last time you tried to kill me.." He walked down the hall in stiff strides, following the feel of Vegeta's Ki, which was somewhere ahead. "Vegeta!" He cried out and shoved the door open to the lounge room Vegeta was standing in. Vegeta looked up and froze slightly.

"Namek." He said, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the obvious signs of age around the green man. Yet another reminder. "What do you want?"

Piccolo frowned deeply. It was Vegeta alright. He hadn't doubted Dende, he just.. didn't know if he wanted to believe him. "There is no time for this Saiyan. The planet is under attack. Dende sent me here to warn you, he seems to believe for some reason you are the most sanest of the lot of these bastards."

Vegeta nodded slowly. "Yes, we know, the Red Monkeys." He growled clenching his fists. "Damn. Murdered my little one.." He hissed the words, glaring at Piccolo. "Those bastards killed Bra."

Piccolo was taken back for a moment. "Bra? Your daughter?.. hnnn." He growled softly. This was horrible news. But as horrible as it was, it also meant it was assured that Vegeta was going to kill this threat to the Earth if it was the last thing he ever did.



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Gohan wiped his brow and slowly retracted the small shiny cube from the Electro-gel. He held it gleaming in his hand, his soft black fringe fallen in front of his eyes as he stared at it. Slowly he moved his left hand up to tap the side of the cube, muttering the words, "Play chip." Instantly, a projected image shot up from its silver surface. It was the image of a Saiyan male. He started to talk, images and diagrams appeared next to him as he illustrated his message. Gohan gasped, the lone audience to the discovery. He had to get this to Vegeta now!

The chip from the past held vital information for their future.







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TBC…< /div>