Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Juggernaut ❯ The Butchers part 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Juggernaut

By The Eternity Dragon

Disclaimer: …. (*..*)

The Butchers Part One

The ship spiralled out of the boy's control, dipping uncontrollably into the

meteor cluster, cursing to himself; his hands flew across the command

panel.

The ship pulled out of the dive in a graceful arc narrowly avoiding a large

rock.

The sensors beeped continuously as enemy vessels were detected; red

lights darted across the screen in all directions, making a bee line for the

small shuttle craft.

Engaging the weapons drive the boy hurtled the ship into the midst of the

battle; the sensors clicked into range and he immediately recognised the

objects to be auto piloted mobile bomb.

Typical, where was the sense of honour these days?

Auto pilot meant you didn't get your hands dirty, you could sit back in the

safety of your mansion and allow computers to do the job for you.

But not him, he'd never be like that, the adrenaline of battle was what he

lived for , and nothing was going to take that away from him.

Dipping the ship sharply under the first fleet of bombs, the boy pushing his

sweaty hair from his eyes and targeted the exposed circuitry of the

machines.

He smirked as it exploded, bits of metal and circuits span in all

directions, slamming into the auto bombs behind it, destroying them, the

explosion from the leader had caused a chain reaction in the entire fleet.

The boy leaned back and smiled, watching his handy work be put to use,

his eyes wandered back to the sensor readings, taking his focus away

from the view screen and began to plot a new course, when-

WHAM!

Several power relays blew out, as whatever it was slammed into the

outer hull, swearing the boy raised his arms to protect his face as the

panel in front of him exploded showering him with red hot golden sparks.

Leaping up he grabbed the fire extinguisher dousing the flames in a

concentrated beam on carbon dioxide, cursing his foolishness his hands

danced across the key board, the smell of smoke still hung heavily in the

air making his eyes water.

BANG!

The entire ship rolled side ways as something slammed into the side with

such force the small hunk of metal hurtled across space.

The boy had been thrown backwards onto the floor, he hastily staggered

to his feet, stumbling slightly as the turbulence of the shuttle shuddered and

groaned.

He fell forwards onto the control panel, trying desperately to slow the

descent gradient, to his horror he realised that the ship was on a direct

coarse for a red giant.

If he didn't find away to stop the ship now the gravimetric forces would

crush the ship and everything in it in approximately 1 minute.

Switching the thrusters to manual he increased the power to maximum

ignoring the computers cautioning of 'Warning, Thruster Output exceeds

recommended levels'.

'Yeah, yeah.' He muttered impatiently, 'I don't have time for this.'

Changing the thrusters to full reverse, he paused for a second hoping that

this would work, he could hear the hull buckling above him as the

emergency force fields began to fail.

It was as though so giant animal was trying to rip a hole in the ships skin,

the boy felt his own skin tingle as he pulled back with all his force on the

lever.

For a few seconds nothing happened, just the sound of the boy's blood

pumping in his ears, he was constantly aware of how his hands were

sweaty and he was struggling to stay conscious as the life support

systems flickered off line.

Then it happened, with an enormous lurch the ship rocketed sideways;

blowing out the thrusters with a sickening bang, and a hiss of smoke.

The boy was once again thrown backwards by the sudden force of the

ship, banging his head against the sharp panelling; he felt the hot metallic

taste of blood in his mouth and felt the sticky substance in the corner of his

eye.

Now he realised the major flaw in his idea, with the thrusters blown out he

had no hope of guiding the ship through the meteor cluster, and the ship

was heading for the exact same rock he had so narrowly missed before.

The boy felt a cold sensation creep into the pit of his stomach as the ship

hurtled towards its doom. He had failed, but it would all be over soon, he

could still hear the creaks of the metal and the beep of the alarm system,

although they sounded distant now an insignificant would these sounds

be the last things he heard?

The rock was looming steadily closer, it would all be over soon, the boy

closed his eyes, ready for the impact, ready to die.



"Computer End program."



He opened his eyes abruptly, the setting dematerialised before him, he

turned round infuriated who dared to disturb him now?

A girl stood in front of him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised into her dark

hair, she was glaring down at him imperiously with coal black eyes, her

Saiya-jin tail curled behind her in an obvious display of superiority.

"I thought I'd find you down here Vegeta."

She smiled suddenly playful,"What were you doing in here anyway? You

weren't running another flight simulation again were you?"

She ended in exasperated tones, "Veg, how may times do I have to tell

you, the Empress will never allow you to be an elite . You're a prince, not

a pilot."

Vegeta didn't say anything, he just merely pushed his bloody, sweaty hair

out of his eyes and stood up moodily, he glared ferociously at his friend

trying to intimidate her, but no such luck.

They stood there for a few seconds glaring into each others eyes before

they both burst out laughing.

But the grin soon faded from his face as he realised why she had come to

find him.

"Is it now Chi?" he asked a hint of panic emerging from his throat, the girl

nodded nervously fingering the pulse pistol at her side, she didn't look at

him when she mumbled, "It began 15 minutes ago."

He swore loudly, and ran out of the training room closely followed by his

female accomplice.

They sprinted down gleaming corridors in and out of doors, past guards

down the servant's stairs through the long hallways, the large tapestries on

the walls depicting the history of the Saiya-jin empire.

All showed battles in which the ever honourable Saiya-jins were always

depicted victorious out witting their barbaric enemies through skill and

tactics.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, did the people actually believe this rubbish?

Some cooked up nonsense to deceive the weak minded and the gullible?

He knew how battles were really fought and won, these 'glorious' victories

never showed the real meaning of war.

He stopped in front of a large portrait of his great, great, great

grandmother to catch his breath.

Chi-Chi grabbed his hand exasperatedly and dragged him into the door

opposite the picture.

He could feel the painted eyes of the old woman boring into his back, the

room was dark and musty, Chi-Chi hastily flicked the light on and sprinted

across the room to find her friends formal uniform.

Vegeta noticed in the dim light that his best friend was already in her best

armour, the crest of the royal house tattooed across her left breast plate,

she had tied her hair dark silky hair into two braids decorated with beads

and large semi - precious gems.

Vegeta dodged as a large object was hurtled across the room at him at a

remarkable speed, it hit the wall directly left of his head and fell into his

open hands.

"Quick!" Chi-Chi shouted running into the next room and switching the

shower on, "You have 10 minutes I'll stall."

She sprinted out of the room and skidded across the overly waxed floor

and slammed into the door opposite, Vegeta winced, the door was

covered with gold and platinum, the entrance to the galactic hearing room.

Struggling to her feet, Chi-Chi flicked the hair out of her face and pulled the

door open, her face considerably redder than before .

A babble of noise spilled from the room and echoed noisily into the

corridor; Vegeta could see the entire alliance in there, all 123,0000

representatives were present from the looks of it, the meeting looked as

though it was ready to commence.

His gaze drifted to the back of the room, the structure was built for awe,

not a practical design, made to intimidate and to impress like most

Saiya-jin creations.

The ceiling was incrusted with paintings of the Saiya-jins most favoured

myth, the defeat of the B'hara empire.

An enemy from the demon realm bent on destroying all that had been

created, an unholy terror that had been vanquished long ago.

His eyes travelled to the middle of the painting were it showed Grethor the

Great killing the demon master with his bear hands.

Behind him a pile of his defeated enemies lay decapitated, torn limb from

limb; the crest of the Saiya-jin empire glinted on his blood stained armour,

the crimson blood of his mortal enemy.

It was every Saiya-jins dream to become an equal to Grethor the Great, it

was hard to believe that he was related to someone so idolised.

"And that's only if he ever existed." he reminded himself, shutting the door

quietly behind him.




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Vegeta's ears rung, his head was pounding, how much longer was she

going to continue on like this?


The Empress's kind face was contorted with fury, her red hair stood on

end, her eyes flashed a malevolent green.




"Never in my life have I been more ashamed of you! Both of you!" she



screamed at them, Vegeta had never seen her so angry before, perhaps it

had something to do with appearing an hour late for the hearing.

He had never seen her so livid before.

He felt his cheeks flush as he struggled to restrain himself from hollering

back at her.

That she expected to much from him, that he wasn't his father, that he didn't

want to be a prince, he didn't want to be a Saiya-jin anymore for that

matter.


Chi-Chi's cheeks if possible was turning a deeper shade of red than his,

her hair fell in front of her face shading her eyes from view, her tail had

twisted itself into a knot , her hands were clenched behind her back,

knuckles white, blood flowing freely from the wounds her finger nails had

inflicted on her palm.




Her green eyes flashing dangerously the Empress advanced on Ch-Chi,


"I expected better from you young lady . Obviously I was wrong, you



become more and more reckless with each passing day, you are

becoming your mother Chi-Chi. I do not want you repeating Chiana's

footsteps, do I make myself clear?"

Chi-Chi bent her head forwards in a submissive gesture she did not

however raise her head to look the Empress in the eye.

Vegeta's chest felt tight, it wasn't her fault he was the one who'd been late.

She'd only come looking for him.

He felt the anger flow through him almost over whelming him.

"I said do I make myself clear?" the Empress bellowed, for having such a

short stature for a Saiya-jin female she could certainly make herself more

ferocious than a room full of angered Targs.

Chi-Chi nodded slowly, still unable to look her in the face, the Empress

glowered at her, "I cannot hear you child! I expect an answer out of you,

unless I am very much mistaken you haven't answered my question."

Silence, Vegeta prayed she wouldn't cry, she mustn't cry, he watched as

Chi-Chi's body language tensed as though she was preparing for a

physical blow, "Y-Y-Ye-Yes your-your highness."

She managed to choke out, she was struggling to keep her voice calm, it

was forbidden to express such a strong emotion as tears to the Empress;

it was an ultimate disgrace to do so.

But his mother hadn't finished with Chi-Chi yet,





"Look at me when you are talking to me child!"




Slowly Chi-Chi raised her head, Vegeta was relived to see that she had

permitted not tears to leak from her eyes, but it was a close thing, her eyes

were red and puffy and she had been biting so hard down on her lip that

her tongue was stained with her own blood.


"Weak child!" The Empress spat at Chi-Chi,


"How dare you display such a feeble emotion towards me!"



She raised her hand as if to strike the girl, Chi-Chi recoiled raising her

arms to protect her face.

The words shot out of Vegeta's mouth like burning embers being expelled

from a crackling fire.


"Leave her alone Mother it was all my fault!"


He stepped between her and Chi-Chi separating the two shielding his best


friend from his mother's wrath.


Her green eyes bored into his, Vegeta was sure he could feel a burning



heat scorching his own eyes. His own tail curled behind his back with



anticipation,



"What is the meaning of this?" she screeched at him.


Her voice echoed eerily around the empty room, Vegeta inhaled deeply

steadying himself waiting for the blow to fall.

It didn't come.

He glared at his mother to find that she was staring at him with mixture

between contempt and pride.



"Explain yourself young man!"



Vegeta opened his mouth but no words came out, what could he say?



'I'm fed up with my role in life, I want to throw away all of my heritage to chase a childhood dream.'






That definitely would not go down well.




"Perhaps you can tell me," his mother said in dangerously quite tones,


"Why you have been spending more time in the holodeck, playing


ridiculous piloting scenarios when you should be learning how to govern


an Empire?"




Vegeta gulped, God, now he was in for it.


"Especially," she added even more menacingly than before, "When your

race is in such dire trouble."



He opened his moth to speak but his mother cut across him before he

could utter the first syllable, "I thought I made it clear last time that you are

to have nothing to do with any Elite fighting forces."



She glowered furiously at Chi-Chi, "Unless you have been told otherwise."

she raved.


"I told you!" Vegeta ground between clenched teeth, "Chi-Chi had


absolutely nothi-"


The Empress swelled like a bullfrog reminding Vegeta forcefully of a

balloon about to explode.



"Then tell me why you refuse to learn the skills that have been lain before

you!" she screamed.



Vegeta could feel the rage inside of him building up, trying to force it's way


to the surface, 'No!' he thought, 'Don't rise, don't rise to the bait.'


"I never had this trouble from Lerak!" she continued spit flying in all


directions, "Or from your sister! You have disgraced this family with you r


impurities, if your father where alive-"


Now the anger could no longer be contained, it broke to the surface with


a massive surge of hot boiling rage.



"WELL GOOD!" he hollered back at her, "BECAUSE I NO LONGER



WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS FAMILY! OR A SAYAI-JIN FOR THAT



MATTER!"







Now he'd really done it.