Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ War Between Gods and Angels ( Chapter 40 )

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You all are going to hate me!
I make myself cry
Sorry I haven't undated but I was afraid. I wanted this to be the best chapter so I worked pretty damn hard.

Hope you like it. And Sorry.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 588 | Status: Completed

~~~````Chapter. War between Gods.

Bra tugged her lover who was at the moment trying to reach for his father that was fighting along side his grandpa in the mists of battle. “I think it would be better if my dad knew about it.” Goten protested planting his feet on the marble tile. Bra however did not let that sway her from dragging him across it toward the ship.

“If we don't save my mom she could get serious hurt. Dad's counting on me to get her.”

“There might be several guards on board, strong ones considering it is the queen we are talking about. Klooer more then likely is ready for one of us to try to get her back and has her surrounded.”

“Fine then I'll take Trunks.” She dropped his arm and widened her view across the castle grounds searching for the little piece of lavender hair.

“Why does everyone call him Trunks? Am I missing something or what?”

Bra snapped to him, shocked that he still hasn't figured it out. “Trunks is my brother. Arcadia. Whatever you call him. He is the first heir to the Sayian throne. How he got on your planet we don't yet know. A meteor shower or something screwed up his course when he was sent out to be protected from a war that was raging on old Vegeta-sei. But he landed on your planet. You were wrong when you said he was dead. Klooer must have snatched him up before the body could be found. However that story does not coincide with yours. You have said that he is your brother. Adopted brother. He has lived with you most of his life. So did you tell lies, or did you just not know the truth.”

Goten eyes darted around, finding all the fighting that was taking place around them distracting his thoughts of anything else. He had never seen such things before. Blood splashed the roads beneath, screams of pain echoed out. Both Vegeta and Klooer's people laid dead on the ground, only thirty now left standing. His father with Bardock, and Radditz, their backs to each other as they were circled by ten wild creatures of the dark side. His eyes stretched further, widening when he came upon Vegeta and Klooer about a mile away, however only words were being spoken at this time. Both of their kis were increasing by the second.

He turned round, getting the whole view of the castle in his sight and that's where he happened upon Arcadia who stood at the very top of the glass stairs, his back to the war that raged behind him. Staring for what seemed forever, at what, Goten couldn't tell. All there was in the opening was that picture. Soon though, Arcadia finally turned and looked down upon the fighting below. His face emotionless, his eyes confused and lost.

Goten quickly turned, his father and the other two flew to the air and outward toward the open plains, opposite side of the ship of the two kings of the universe. They were leading the fight away from the castle. Freeing the ship open to no obstacles. He met his father's black eyes, and knew on an instant what he wanted his son to do.

Once the last creature flew off after them, Goten gripped Bra's hand, “Come on.”

“Where?”

“To save your mother.”

“What about Trunks?”

“He won't be any help. Believe me, I know that look. He doesn't know what to do, what side he's on. Just let him figure it out while we find your mom.”

Bra nearly cried in her annoyance and frustration when she beheld the makings of the ship. “How do we even know where she is? We were blind folded.”

Footsteps startled them from behind. Maddox stood with a weak, nervous smile. “I know where she is.” She ran and the two half-breeds followed without question.

The curves and surves where bothersome, the hallways so dark in the absence of power. Goten's yellow power flung out, knocking down the stray soldiers that tried pathetically to destroy the intruders. “How do you know where we are going Maddox?” Bra whispered ducking at the shots of their ray guns.

She barely chuckled upon her panting breath. “Practice.” They stopped too suddenly, Goten falling over with a squeak. Bra shook her head in annoyance. “This is the room.”

Getting serious, Goten quickly stood smashing the lock between his fingers and kicking open the door. “Don't!” He heard the queen scream. “It's a trap!” Right then and there, bars came down from the ceiling falling around the three. Goten went to touch it only to yank back protectively by the power that the metal projected.

“Momma.” Bra whimpered going to the front of the bars to see the woman chained to the wall. A man with a grin and a whip stood pompously next to her, slowly making his slithering way toward the new prisoners.

“Look what we have here.” The large nose of the slug creature came within five feet of the bars, smirked his ripped skin that had no lips. The eyes were just a slit barely noticeable, however, Goten did see his attention upon his mate.

He clenched his muscles. “We don't have time for this. Bra shield Maddox.” She questioned with her eyes but the way his features took a strange seriousness scared her to not say a word. Goten made sure they were safe before rising his arms to control the transformation of a Super Sayian. Yellow light blinded them, all covering their eyes only to open them again and find the bars were cut in half and gave way to give them an exit. No one caring enough to notice the sinister creature that now had a permenate place inside the wall.

Bra ran to her mother, not realizing that the chains still bound her. Goten crashed them in his palm. “Thank Vela you're safe.”

“Let's get her out.” Maddox ordered wrapping her arm around Bulma to keep her steady. It was apparent that she had gotten a few slaps and punches, so she carried her own body with a great burden. Bra got on the opposite side as the continued out of the ship and got to the ramp.

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“Let the battle of the universe, Begin, my monkey King.” Klooer chuckled bending his knees just slightly as did Vegeta. Their power rising with each breath they inhaled. But when Vegeta's eyes were distracted, Klooer couldn't help himself but see just what the problem was. His nerves struck a cord upon seeing the Queen now in the arms of the Princess. His anger only doubled though when he viewed her savior. “The whore that got away.” Never could he forget a face. A present she was from his brother. Klooer extended his finger and let lose a ki blast that Vegeta could not halter, but the monkey king made sure to slam his foot square in the jaw for his own payback.

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Radditz felt it. He sensed it. His eyes flew to the ship, his mate standing upon the ramp. His first thought was to scream at her for her disobedience. She should be in the castle with their child. However the suddenly silent, telepathic call from his king alerted him and his eyes darted to Klooer who had at the moment his finger pointed toward the ship.

His eyes widened in his fright. His feet pushed the ground from under him when he shot off into the air, willing himself faster and harder to reach her in time. Thoughts in those three seconds decided that now was the best time to reveal all of his mistreatments with her. How badly he had hurt her. Said words he would have never said if his guilt wasn't so much. Did she understand that? She was only human, anyway. A fact he keeps forgetting. Raising his hand to her more times then he had wished to explain forgetting how fragile her skin actually was. How many bruises had he left upon her skin? But it was all in good fun. It was all in the Sayian way. But she was not Sayian. Why couldn't he keep that in mind when his anger rose?

And the thoughts depleted and the loud shriek of her voice filled his head. He had her in his arms, protected and they fell from the ramp to the solid ground. He could do nothing to save her from the fall however but she was not permanently damaged. He laid upon her now, panting in her neck, taking in her vanilla scent he basked in. He soon lifted his head, finding her wide, scared eyes, her dirty cheeks, and busted lip. She never looked so beautiful to him. “Are you…hurt?” He panted, his energy all but depleted. She shook her head frighteningly, confusedly, but once he saw it, he sighed in relief dropping his head once again upon her neck. “Thank the gods…” He whispered against her, kissing the mark he made years ago just for reassurance.

Maddox stared wide at the open sky, her body shaking for reasons of the unknown, while her lover laid upon her, protecting her, catching his breath. “Why…Why did you…do that?” She whispered into his hair, receiving his confused eyes now. Maddox looked at him with her own misunderstanding gaze.

“You are my mate.” He stated as if the most obvious reason in the world.

Her eyes never faltered from his although now they glistened with tears. “But I thought you hated me.”

Radditz gazed, wild eyes down upon her. The battle seemingly invisible to them as they shared their own little world on the ground. He smirked gently, his bloody and dirty thumb clearing the tear that fell down her cheek. “Stupid, human.” He chided lowering his lips to hers and quickly grasping them, remembering just how long it had actually been since he tasted her soft, human lips.

Her hands rose to his shoulders, wanting him against her more then ever but frighteningly pulled away when he hissed against her . He cringed leaning now to one side. Maddox then remembered just what he had done, “Oh, Radditz.” She whimpered, her hand reaching for the bloody, and now useless appendage.

Radditz slapped her hand away with a growl, “Don't touch it, woman.” However when he met her rejected expression and defeated tears, his face lightened and whispered much gently. “It's just a flesh wound.” He reassured. “You should be in the castle where it is safe. With our brat.” He rolled off, standing then reaching his hand down for her and pulling the woman tightly in his arms where he kissed her roughly once more before pushing her toward the Queen who waited patiently and with a smile.

After the two girls began their path toward the glass stairs, Radditz turned his eyes to the devil that had attempted to kill his mate. The battle warred between the two, their powers so intense, the wind rushed over him and over the flat lands of the mountain. Debris flew by but nothing dangerous to the humans that were walking. Vegeta looked like the god he was meant to be, as he blocked the punches that were being thrown. The Super Sayian power fitting his small form like a glove. The golden glow was what all eyes were upon as the Sayians that were left watched from afar and awaited their destiny.

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“Come on, Vegeta, you must have more then this.” Klooer jested, dodging a fist aimed for his head, landing his own palm in the center of Vegeta's chest. The monkey king flew back at the strength but was ready in less then a second and attacked with a roundhouse kick into Klooer's stomach, grabbing the lizard's purple hand to twist behind his back.

“I'm just warming up.” He spat, slamming his elbow right in the middle of Klooer's back, basking in the groan that was received.

However he forgot one important detail. Klooer's tail, which at the moment wrapped itself around Vegeta's feet tightly and slammed the King into the ground, smirking deviously at the carter it made. His tail uncoiled only to smack Vegeta in the face watching the Sayian tumble upon the soil.

Vegeta rose to his hands and knees wiping the blood upon his lip and quickly taking to his feet again. Klooer smirked at him, his tail lapping the wind behind him, arms crossed almost in a bored manner of his chest. “You have more. I can feel it. Release, Vegeta. What is stopping you?”

“Really Klooer, I thought you wanted this to last.” Vegeta smirked, dropping once again into a fighting position. “Second level.” He demanded, Klooer instinctively understanding that Vegeta wanted to play seriously now.

“Let's go then.”

The two Kings rushed at each other, their fists hitting fists and knees hitting knees, till Klooer's tail came to side-swipe Vegeta however the Sayian caught it tightly, “I learn from my mistakes.” Vegeta arrogantly stated; tightening his hold, blood began to pour from his nails digging into the flesh. Klooer used all his might to yank away only finding it fruitless, instead he charged, kneeling the King directly in the stomach. His tail whipped protectively behind him now, his blood eyes watching Vegeta straighten himself before once again charging.

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Bulma stalled for what reasons Maddox was lost along with Bra that was on her other side with Goten holding her close. The three stared back at their seemingly lifeless woman that stared upon something with wide eyes of disbelief and fright. Bra turned her head, along with the other two and found the object of her confusion. Trunks stood at the top of the stairs staring at his mother in just the same manner. Emotionless but eyes of misunderstanding and misplaced hope.

“Maddox.” Bra whispered and motioned with her head to follow her up the stairs and into the castle leaving the mother and son to their long awaited meeting. She knew they were safe. Trunks's Sayian instinct would not allow any harm to befall on his blood no matter how deluded his mind was at the moment.

Trunks stared down at her, his eyes only fixated on hers. So beautiful she was. So much like him. The battle that raged around him was lost to his reality. All he saw was the blue that birthed him. That he had wanted to meet and see and touch, his whole entire life. He wanted to get closer but was afraid. Afraid she would leave and never would he lay eyes upon this goddess of his life again.

Almost completely unconscious to the movement, he descended each step one by one. It seemed an eternity till he reached her. He was still however too far away for his liking. He wanted to be able to reach his arm out and touch her pure smooth skin but he hadn't the will to move further. Something was so different about this. Klooer's words rang in his ears. They hadn't wanted him. They had sent him away because of his strength. But how could that be? From the feel of the energy around them, his father, or the man everyone says is his father, is more powerful then he is. So this couldn't be true. Klooer's words had to be lie. He knew that. Yet, he had nothing else to believe.

The tear that fell from her blue skies, so much like his own, caught his attention, and his lavender brows knit at the confusion of it. Did he make her sad? He didn't want to do that. Something in his heart clenched upon seeing it and the first instinct he had was to make her laugh. But he did not have the will to speak. He barely could conjure enough thought to breathe.

Bulma stared at this creature that had seduced Klooer into believing he was actually the heir to the Sayian Empire. And then Vegeta. He had powerful persuasion, that was for sure. But Bulma did not want to believe it. No matter how her heart yearned for her to wrap her arms around this child and never once release him, she had not the strength to do it. Her mind refused her inner desires to move toward him. To get closer to him.

What was stopping her from believing it? Vegeta's words were true. His blood must have hers mixed somewhere in his veins. He was everything she had thought him to be and more. Gorgeous, powerful, brilliant, for only a genius could have diagnosed a computer that she had created herself with a virus that broke past every security system she had. Those eyes never to be questioned. So blue they were just as her own and as her daughter's. Never to be replicated by anyone else in the universe.

So why couldn't she believe it? Was it fear that was holding her back? That her lifelong goal had finally been reached and now she had no reason to go on? Or was she afraid that he wouldn't want her as his mother? Was he too filled with anger to run into her arms now? Was he stuffed with lies from Klooer? Did he think she was his life-long tormentor?

Words seemed too weak to be spoken. And all she could do was stare upon his beautiful face. Cherishing each little engrave of her that mingled in his skin and of Vegeta that imprinted in his body and strength.

A blast somewhere close and still so clueless she found herself flying through the air before roughly landing on her back. She cried in pain, quickly her fingers flew to her chest, trying to comfort the agony that throbbed. Bulma panted heavily having the wind knocked from her lungs, her eyes darting to find what it was that had hit her. She found a bloody piece of scrape metal laying in the folds of her dress. Panicked, Bulma looked down at herself however finding no source of blood. Of course this metal she had created would not pierce the dress for it itself was made of the synthetic metal. So why the blood?

Her eyes widened and they flew to the man that dared call himself her son and he stared upon her still, in the same position as before, as if as stone. But her eyes fell to his body and there upon his heart, blood seeped through his shirt. “Trunks!” She cried scrambling to her feet and running to him, only to catch the child as his body gave out beneath him. Bulma held his head in her arms, kissing his skin, crying against his lavender hair. Lying him down and slowly rocking him, wanting to ease whatever pain he felt. Her hand covered over his heart, wishing with all her might that the blood would stop pouring so abundantly from him. “We'll get you help. You're going to be okay.” She whispered reassuringly, however not able to take her eyes from her fading son to get help.

He coughed against her, blood spilling out of his mouth, staining his lips. “Mama.” He whimpered, his body shivering in her hold however, never finding such a solace then in her arms.

Bulma chocked out a sob but smiled nonetheless the best she could upon her trembling lips, “That's right, baby. Oh, gods, I have searched endless for you.”

“I can't remember.” His voice so weak, his skin so terribly cold. “I'm trying but I can't.”

“Shhh. It's Okay, baby. Don't worry. We'll get you all fixed up and you'll remember.”

“I wanted only to be here. I know it. I don't know how. But I know. This is. What I wanted.”

“Me too, baby. For years I've wanted you in my arms.”

“Father…I wanted. To meet him. So much.”

“You will, honey. Don't. Trunks. Gods.” Her hand was soaked in her son's blood and that fact scared her beyond all reason. She could feel more of the bodily liquid soak her legs and she knew the meaning of it all. The scrape metal stronger then any Sayian skin, pierced through him. No machine could fix the heart. Ever. “I love you. Gods, how I love you.”

“Mama.” That breath he took to exhale that word, was the last he managed to release. Bulma looked down at him, his eyes now distant and dazed with death. She held him close, resting her head upon his cheek, rocking his body gently to a song so long ago she had sung to him.

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Too many minutes wasted on fighting, ki blasts now were hurled upon one another all intended to cause damage but only batted away with annoyance. “Just imagine, Vegeta. Your mate in my chambers, on my bed, chained, whipped, bruised, bleeding, such a delicious sight.” Klooer prodded ducking quickly at the fist aimed for his head. “Transform, Vegeta, do it. Or I will win and your mate and daughter, and son will all be mine! Do you want that? You can save them Vegeta! Only you!” He was cut off by the foot in his gut.

“Your incessant talking is only managing to piss me off. But it will not release it.” Vegeta explained, knowing how the dragon that burns within his chest needs to be fed to be released. It called to him, waiting for the right moment. It's seductive chants vibrated softly in his ear, distracting him. Words spoken yet he could make out none of it. But a fact he knew is that it wanted out.

Klooer shoved a blast from his palm, but Vegeta just batted it away. And when it landed, the Sayian's eyes left his only for second. The blast was close to his mate and son. He knew where they were, exactly how far, how hard he could push it. Klooer had figured it all out in that instant. He was holding back because of them!

Klooer felt it. And the expression upon Vegeta's face, he had felt it also. The two king's of the universe turned to the couple by the castle stairs. And witness just in time, Trunks' downfall into his mother`s running arms. “What a pity. He certainly was a fine specimen.” Klooer said carelessly, a smirk upon his features turning back to Vegeta. He watched the young king. Emotions of all sorts past over his face. And he knew then and there that was the trigger.

The snap of power wiped the smirk from his purple lips and for one second of the known universe he had known fear. The power burst forth, the ground split spider cracks in the soil and sunk under Vegeta's feet. The power of gold flashed out over everything and blinded Klooer with it's pure light. He was never to see the fists and kicks that were suddenly hurled in his direction.

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He stumbled, bloody, bruised, beaten, holding his paining naked arm, limping to them, his mate`s blue eyes glistening in the fading light of the sun. He fell to his knees, defeated, literally dead inside upon seeing his eternally resting child in her arms. Klooer had won. He dropped his head into his bloody thighs, his fists slamming the ground beneath causing a weak tremor to pass through the earth.

A hand soon rested on his hair, stroking it, calming him and he looked up to gaze at his mate who still cried for their loss but smiled nonetheless. “Our son would have been so proud of you, My Universal Savior.”

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