Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Finale ( Chapter 25 )

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*In SaiyaTrunks' room. She is still bound to the chair in front of her computer, which has been fixed by one of the mobsters. Her head hangs down, eyes closed. Angry Reader is sitting beside her, staring at the screen.*

Angry Reader: SaiyaTrunks is currently out of commission. It seems she died of shock after finding out she broke 200 reviews on fanfiction.net.

*wakes up* Yeah, right. I fainted, but didn't die. What, you think I would want you to write the last chapter of Facing it Together in my absence? Everything would go straight to hell then.

Angry Reader: But then at least I wouldn't leave the readers with all your stupid cliffhangers.

Hmm. . .I'm curious to know how I'm sitting here right now. I must have gotten your attention somehow if you're going through all of this trouble kidnapping me.

Angry Reader: It's not kidnapping you if you're tied up inside of your own home.

Is that so? Give me the phone. My dad works at a law firm.

Angry Reader: *starts to get nervous* Just write the chapter, missy!

*yawns* But you do realize that once I've finished, there's no point of keeping me here bound?

Angry Reader: That's up to your readers. If the want an epilogue, then I reserve the right to make sure you don't escape. I mean come on, we had to put bars in your window after your last attempt.

And to think, all I needed to break free was some Vaseline and a crowbar. It's not my fault that you weren't watching me then.

Angry Reader: You said you were going to the bathroom!

Whatever. I'm not responsible for your actions. Now then, shut up and let me write this chapter. And if you bother me, I can always write my "alternate ending", Sugar Plum Fairy and all. *Angry Reader scoffs* I didn't think you would. Here's the next (and final chapter) of:

Facing it Together

Chapter Twenty-five: Finale

Vegeta was forced to take a step back at the sight of his opponent. His ki was shooting in all directions, threatening to singe him if he was not careful. 'How had this fool managed to hide so much power?' the king found himself asking. Here he was, preparing to kick the crap out of him, and all of the sudden, something nigh impossible had decided to happen. This was inconceivable! His strength was near his own now. . .how could he have missed it?

Then, that fool Limato's voice came to mind.

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"Today is the day that you will fall. If not by my hand, then definitely by Turles."

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No. This was ludicrous. He would not be bested by someone beneath him!

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"We shall see, my king, and by the end of tonight, we will see who deserves to sit on the throne."

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CRACK

Vegeta stumbled backwards from the impact of Turles' punch. He had been so absorbed into his thoughts that he hadn't even seen the idiot coming. That was unusual. He never lost his focus in battle. So what was the reason now?

. . .He wasn't getting. . .scared. . .was he?

Vegeta shook his head, both clearing that idea from his mind as well as shaking the pain away. His eyes met Turles' and he nearly gasped.

'Are they. . .green?'

It was rumored that the legendary had so much power that it appeared to bleach the pigment in the possessor's hair and eyes. Turles' eyes had changed, yet his hair had remained the same black color. But surely, this man--this ignorant fool--could not even come close to becoming one. . .could he?

Vegeta evaded his opponent's next attack, but only by mere seconds. All of these questions that were in his mind was throwing off his judgment. That was his birthright! Not some moronic joke of a Saiyan! The king and head of the royal family reserved the privilege, so this man could not be a Super-Saiyan!

He absolutely refused to believe it.

His speed was not enough for him to keep up. He had to think of something to end this with his ass in tact. Momentum was not going to win this battle, Vegeta realized. Turles' raw power was on a level slightly near his own. One punch was not going to knock him out. Okay. . .so just how was he going to defeat him.

"Kakarrot! No!" the king heard the brunette scream. He whipped his head around to look at the Saiyan in question. . .The fool was actually trying to stand.

"King Vegeta," the tall man spoke up. "I'm stepping in."

"The hell you are! What do you possibly think you'll do with your injured self? Stay where you are. You are of no use to me at the moment."

"No, Ve-" Kakarrot started, before he was interrupted.

"Kakarrot. . .stay down."

He looked up at his brother. "Radditz? Wha-?"

"You've already had your fun. Now give others a chance. Besides, I owe him one for trying to kill my own brother!"

Turles frowned at the long-haired man. "Limato did mention to me that he was worried you would end up picking your own flesh and blood instead of our rebellion." He sighed and shook his head sadly, eyes closed. "I suppose he was right. You are indeed a weak creature."

Radditz growled with lowered brows. "Then perhaps it's time for me to prove to you just how weak I really am." He let his ki flare around his body, and took a lunge at Turles.

Turles sidestepped his attack with ease and watched as his new opponent turned around, an energy ball in his hand, ready to fire. He was also well prepared when Radditz shot the ki in a beam, Turles batting it away.

Vegeta snarled at the pair. This was supposed to be his fight! How had he let the fool step in, in his place? The king turned to Kakarrot, and noted the way that he looked at his brother. Vegeta came to understand. This was something that Radditz wanted to do, to right his wrong and to somehow make up to his younger sibling for almost getting him killed by something that he had a hand in. Vegeta was not happy that his battle was being fought for him, but he stepped aside and let the larger man get a few hits in.

After all, he would be the one that killed Turles.

Turles sidestepped again, shaking his head as he caught Radditz's fist that was aimed to his upper chest. "I guess you are doing what you set out to do. Proving to me how weak you are. Pathetic." A blast of his own ki formed in his palm.

Radditz stood immobile as he stared into Turles' emerald eyes. He was really going to kill him, he realized. A small smile formed on his mouth for just a second.

'At least, I'll go down fighting. . .An honorable Saiyan's death. Am I honorable?' Radditz's head turned towards Kakarrot. 'Maybe I am, since I did end up doing the right thing in the end.'

The energy pierced him in the shoulder as he flew back into the wall, eyes opened wide in pain and shock. His back collided and he slid down to the marble floor, beginning to feel a little bit numb. He watched with one eye open as Turles loomed over him.

"This is the end, Radditz," he said, one armed raised and preparing to deliver the final finishing blow. Radditz's eyes closed, awaiting that last hit.

And in a blank second, Turles was grabbed and hurled away. When the sickening ache ceased to come, Radditz's eyes opened in shock. There, his little brother stood, back to him, spine straight as he glowered at their enemy.

"As I said earlier," Kakarrot said. "I'm stepping in."

Radditz could not see his brother's face, but he did see Turles' look of shock. He turned his head to the king who wore a similar expression, even though it was a bit more diluted than Turles. What had happened?

"I can't believe this," the king said. "Did I miss something? Does everybody have to transform today?!"

Radditz took in his comment and gasped. 'Kakarrot. . . trans--' Had his brother really done it? He didn't look any different from the back. But then he did remember those green eyes of Turles. . .

"I apologize, King Vegeta, but I won't let him hurt my brother any longer, let alone kill him." Kakarrot readied himself into a fighting stance. "This ends now, Turles."

"Then so be it," his opponent said before taking a leap at Kakarrot.

He blocked Turles' incoming attack with one arm and using his other to cuff him in his face. Bringing up one of his legs, he powered up and increased the amount of damage the impact would have on his adversary when he brought the leg down on his neck.

Turles was not completely fazed by the assault, and he countered with his own leg, hitting Kakarrot square in the jaw. The two exchanged punches and kicks for a while before Kakarrot saw his opportunity and managed to grab an arm and get behind his opponent, Turles' back under one of Kakarrot's own boots.

"Move one muscle and I'll pull this arm right from its socket."

Turles growled in response.

"King Vegeta," Kakarrot called behind him. "If you would do the honors. . ."

The captive man's eyes widened as he comprehended what Kakarrot was saying. He was just going to hold him here, as Vegeta killed him? His eyes flew to Bulma, who was watching the entire fight, hands clenched to fists and brows lowered over her blue eyes, which shown with an emotion that he could see quite clearly.

'So, she wants my death too?'

Vegeta smirked as he stepped forward to the bound man. "Well, I cannot say that this is the way that I wanted things to go, but I hope you do realize now that you were a fool to think that you could ever rebel against me. Pray that Kami is as forgiving as his reputation is, since you are about to meet him on a more personal level."

"Vegeta! Wait!"

Every man's brow in the room skyrocketed to their hairline as they heard Bulma's cry. The king turned to her with a baffled expression written on his face. "What the hell do you want now, woman?"

Bulma ignored his irritated tone. "Don't you think a public execution would be more suitable for him?"

"No! I want to see this man suffer--"

"But it would make a point in the future, I doubt you would want this to happen again," Bulma reasoned.

"If it will be more of a challenge than this, then I encourage them to bring it on," Vegeta answered, ki readying and all.

"Vegeta. . ."

The king winced. His dark eyes bore into Turles', who's own eyes had faded to their original color. "You're lucky, Turles. You get to live a few more days and gain an audience for the last hour of your life." He turned to the man who was restraining him. "Kakarrot, take him to the dungeon."

"With pleasure," Kakarrot said, gaining hold of his other arm and drawing it too behind the man's back as he dragged him from the room.

Chi Chi and Bulma rushed to Radditz's side, trying to help him stand. "Come on," Bulma said, helping him up and draping one of his arms around her shoulder. "We'll get you to the infirmary."

Radditz groaned. "Like I need Beetero giving me crap about getting wounded again."

Chi Chi draped his other arm around her shoulder also. "Well it's either that, or you can bleed all over the hallways. What's your choice?"

"Fine, fine. . .take me to the infirmary." And with that they started off.

"Woman," Vegeta called, halting the group. Bulma turned, brow raised in question.

"I hope you're not planning to leave again, because I will not allow it."

Bulma smiled. "Don't worry, Vegeta. I know now where I belong," she said as the trio started to move down the hall, leaving a satisfied king standing behind them, smirking.

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A few days later. . .

Turles had been executed as planned in the middle of the city surrounding the kingdom for all of the Saiyans to see. The event had signified the end of the huge rebellion, and for that the kingdom was relieved. There was no sign of Turles any longer, no sign of the being that had dared to up rise over the king of Vegeta-sei.

Kakarrot smiled as he wrapped an arm around his mate. Nothing more to worry about, but enjoy their time together. Chi Chi had been overjoyed as well, finally relaxing in the peace and quiet of the palace walls. They had been together almost all of the time between the defeat of Turles to his execution, barely leaving the bedroom.

Chi Chi rest her head on his shoulder as they looked out at the horizon, the sun was just about to set and the sky had formed a bright ring of red around the sun. Bulma chuckled at the pair. "Boy, you two don't waste any time."

Chi Chi turned to her friend. "The same could be said about you. Where have you been for the past three days?"

Bulma crossed her arms and playfully frowned at her. "I doubt you would know, since you've been behind closed doors all of the time."

The pair chuckled nervously and Chi Chi dropped it as the three continued to gaze out into the sky. Something was nerving Bulma, and she had to voice it, to get her friends' opinions.

"Do you think that this could happen again? I mean, I know Saiyans don't exactly like outsiders being involved with their king."

"Bulma, Vegeta loves you," Chi Chi spoke up. "That's all that matters, right?"

Bulma nodded. "I know, but I can't help but worry."

"I don't think too many Saiyans here would object anyway," Kakarrot stated. "After all, we already knew that this would happen, ever since your arrival here when you were all decked out in blue. You were already claimed by Vegeta."

Bulma looked thoughtfully. "Who ever knew that a simple color would be the cause of two people coming together?" She looked to Chi Chi who just shrugged and turned back to Kakarrot.

She was suddenly aware of an arm snaking around her waist and dragging her back to a rock hard chest, one that she knew too well. She turned to him, her king, her love, his face but mere inches away from her own, that smirk she had grown to love on his mouth.

"Did you hear that, woman?" he asked her, his question sounding amusingly barbaric.
"You're mine."

Bulma smiled back at him. "Of course Vegeta, but remember," she said as she pulled his head closer to hers, intending to steal a kiss from him. "We're in this together."

Author's Note:

Well, that's it. That's the end of my story. Thanks to everyone who had made this little project of mine possible (a few names off the bat. . .Tabiku Tab Iakkin, Saiyan Elite, Kaiya, Princess Bulma, and everyone else that has sent me reviews and death threats to keep me going). I appreciate all of you guys' patience with me and my short chapters and cliffhangers, and I appreciate you guys taking your time in reading this, which was the intent from the start. Thanks guys, but it's all over now!

Angry Reader: You forget. . .I get to keep you here if the readers want an epilogue.

*sigh* Alright . . .alright. . . If I get at least five reviews or emails of people wanting an Epilogue, I will write one. If not, I'll just assume you don't want one and let you use your imaginations instead. So, can you untie me now?

Angry Reader: I don't think so. . .we're going to stay right here and wait until you get a response.

Riigghhtt. . .while I was on my bathroom break I put in a call with my muse. You do remember Trunks, right?

Angry Reader: How could I forget? His mob of fan girls damn near killed us.

Well, he has agreed that he would get me out of here if I returned something of his that I had taken in the past.

Angry Reader: And what did you take?

*struggles to reach behind back since the ropes are making the task difficult* This! *pulls out Mirai Trunks' sword and slices away rope* Heh. . .now I can finally go out and get some real food. There only so much Doritos and Pepsi a girl can take.

Angry Reader: If you had that, then why didn't you do it in the first place?

Because I had to get it between you tying me and duct-taping me. It wasn't an easy feat, ya know? Well, that's it, see ya. *walks out of room*

Angry Reader: Hey! You can't leave yet? What about the epilogue? *runs after her*