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KALERAGETSUSEI

CHAPTER LXXIII

BATTLE WORN

“What? What’s this? These creatures aren’t supposed to be this powerful yet their energy is off the scale! Frieza told us it was just a legend, a stupid, groundless belief to comfort a scared monkey brat! How can you have such power!” Yetti gasped as he tried to make sense of what his eyes were telling his brain, all the while his ice army was reduced to mere puddles.

“As we told your queen, we are the legend and the legend is true! The legend we had been told of during our chimp hoods had been incomplete, we are here to complete it! Taste that which your brother and his sons feared the most! Taste the wrath of a SUPER SAIAYAN!” Vegeta Ouji snarled as he powered up a chi blast.

At the first blast, shields had been raised to separate the fighting arena from the audience and to keep the on-lookers from receiving serious injury. The on-lookers were aghast as many of them had never witnessed such a slaughter fest nor had they ever had the ill- pleasure of seeing an Ice-jin close up.

The battle waged on and on with the existing members of U.C.A.P. winning much of the skirmish until the unexpected occurred. From behind center ring and that ring’s announcer, Jeita, a blast was shot that careened straight towards the unwary half Saiyan prince. Being one of the few not engaged in the battle as he tended to his now unconscious mate, Shuichi felt the blast. Jumping to his feet, the red head shifted persona into his silver fox form as he flew headlong to the center ring.

“Not on my watch! Vine whip!” the deeper voiced fox snarled as he wrapped the creamy orange prince with the whip and pulled the boy from harm’s way.

Jeita felt a vice around his midsection just before he was pulled from the ring, however, just as he was rescued, a pain filled and horrified scream joined the cacophony of the battle.

“Shuichi, NO!” Jeita watched as fox-human was caught in the blast that had been barreling towards the orange prince himself. With a roar to rival any Oozaru, Jeita’s body exploded with power. Without a care for his own safety, Vegeta’s youngest Rocka-Saiyan son raced into the flames that were attempting to roast the silver fox alive.

“Jeita!” Getabon felt is mate in transformation then left the battle to go aid the one who held his heart. Geta’s breath caught in his lungs when he saw his other half walking from the midst of an inferno, carrying a blackened mass. The blue prince ran to greet his mate. “Jeita, wha-”

“Don’t just stand there, Geta, get me a healer!” the usually subdued young male hissed as he moved the sidelines.

“KURAMA, NO!” Yusuke’s voice cut, then he looked around for the ass dumb enough to have cause his fox friend such injury.

The detective’s eyes stopped when they saw Prince Vegeta beating the shit out of some being. Powering up, Yusuke streaked over to lend a hand and together the pair reduced the idiot iceman to a puddle.

In the healer’s corner, Kaibitoshin phased over to the badly injured fox and began to emit healing power over the being’s body. The Other World ruler was joined by Dende, Piccolo, Yukina, Genkai, Botan and the other Ice maidens. With so much healing energy entering his body, Kurama’s injuries quickly dissipated and the spirit fox slowly regained consciousness. As consciousness began to return, the healers decreased their power. Kurama moved to sit up only to fall backwards as if he’d been punched.

“Hiei, what’s wrong with you? We just healed him!” Yukina gasped at the sight of her brother, eyes and power blazing in anger.

Falling to his knees, Hiei lifted the fox and held him tightly to his chest, tears streaming from his eyes.

Kurama, again, came back to awareness as he felt tiny stones fall against his body. The fox had lost his silver persona and shifted back into his red-head female form. Kurama tried to lift his head to look at his mate.

“H-Hiei? Wh-Why are you crying, love?” Shurama asked in a weak voice.

Hiei refused to let go as he replied. “I thought I lost you. I could never live if I lost you, fox, you’re everything to me. Don’t do anything so foolish again, you understand me?” the fire apparition cried.

“J-Jeita was in trouble…H-Had to rescue him,” Kurama replied as he held onto his mate then moved to sit up.

Hiei pulled his fox onto his lap and just sat with his arms around his femme maled red-head.

“I love you, more than I could ever voice,” Hiei spoke softly.

“You just did, love, and I’m sorry to have frightened you,” Kurama replied.

“Hey, buddy, you all right?” a voice asked from above the couple.

Hiei and Kurama looked up to find their best friend, Yusuke, bloodied and battle worn.

“He’s fine, detective, just fine,” Hiei replied as he nuzzled his armful.

Nodding, the Spirit Detective left the couple to go join his other friends and his lady love, Keiko.

Getabon had procured a handful of senzu beans that he fed to Jeita and waited for the pits to take effect when a brilliant yellow glow emitted around of the youths. Getabon looked up and found himself looking into the soft black eyes of Piccolo.

“Piccolo-san,” the blue prince began but the large Namek nodded.

“He’ll be fine, Geta. That’s some power he’s got there. Is that why he looked like he had been hit by a train the other day we saw him at the mansion?” Piccolo asked the other prince.

Before Geta could reply, a shadow crossed over Jeita and a second flow of energy joined the first. The other two looked up and found that Prince Vegeta, blood splattered and all, had moved to aid his fallen son.

“It’s all right, princess, ‘Tousan’s here and everything’ll be just fine,” Vegeta said in his orange son’s language, the tone soft and soothing unlike any Piccolo had heard the hard-edged prince use before.

“You must love this one an awful lot?” Piccolo observed.

“No more than the others, Pic. He and Piccageta are just the strongest femme born males among us,” the prince replied as Jeita began to stir.

Creamy orange skinned eyelids began to flutter open and slowly lifted to reveal gold streaked indigo colored irises.

“Wh-Where am I? AH-Shuichi!” Jeita bolted upright but Getabon’s strong arms held him in place.

“Easy, mijo, you’re not quite the thing, as yet,” Getabon reprimanded in a his posh accented voice.

“Shuichi, h-he tried to save me from a blast and got caught in it. I-it hit him-he was in his fox form. S-Something happened…I-I don’t-”

“Shhhh, baby, it’s all right. Hiei’s with Shuichi, look,” Getabon directed his mate’s indigo gaze to the other couple who were in the midst of a healing hug.

Jeita moved to stand when he felt himself lifted off the ground. Getabon had sensed his smaller mate’s desire to go and apologize to the red head, thus, the larger blue alien complied.

After seeing that his second youngest half-breed son was together, Vegeta flitted over the field to ensure the other fighters were recovering their lost strength and power when the prince spotted King Togar and his family. Floating over to the winged being, the Saiyan prince spoke.

“Your majesty, I am in need of your dragon balls to restore the arena for the next battle,” Vegeta requested.

“They are at your disposal, my friend, but would it not be wise to let the fighters rest from such an ordeal? Those ice creatures cannot have been easy to cross arms with,” Togar noted as even Vegeta still shoed signs of fatigue.

Shrugging, Vegeta smirked, “This, worry not, friend, we will rest but I would like to restore the arena before we do so. If you are unwell-”

“Togar, do you not see he is determined? Prince, tell the others to vacate so that we may proceed,” Togar’s mate smiled.

Nodding, Vegeta relayed a telepathic message to Sakyou who stood up. All eyes in the crowd looked over the field and fell to where the tall black clad businessman stood as he opened his mouth.

“I’ve just been instructed by my partner that he and a few friends wish to restore the arena and to do so, he is requesting that we return to our rooms as it is nearing lunch time and many of you would like time to rest and refresh before dining,” the CEO of Sakyou Enterprises stated, nodded then took hold of his wife’s hand and began to lead the crowd from the arena.

An hour later, the only ones in the arena were Vegeta, the Templarian delegation and Kakarrot who never strayed far from his mate. Nonetheless, once the arena was completely cleared of spectators and fighters, Vegeta nodded to the Templarians to toss down their necklaces which, once they were aligned, emitted a blinding glow, then exploded in power. From the explosion rose the coiled shape of the Templarian dragon that resembled a large caterpillar. Vegeta telepathically relayed his wish to Togar to imparted the desire to Templarus, the dragon of the Templarian race.

Several minutes later, Vegeta, Kakarrot and the Templarians left a newly restored arena and returned to their rooms. After settling the winged creatures, the prince and his mate traversed the hallways to the diamond wing of the Kubikuri hotel. As the young royal Saiyan couple traversed, a commotion caught their attention then the sound of a gun being fired shattered the area.

“You shot him, why? He did nothing to you? Why don’t your kind leave us alone!” a high voice Vegeta knew well spoke.

“That’s Piccageta’s voice, something’s amiss. Come, koi,” Vegeta spoke as he grabbed his mate’s large hand and the pair I-Ted to the area in which they had heard the shot.

Vegeta’s heart stopped mid-beat as his eyes surveyed the scene before him. It felt as if any of his own sons had been shot. Then the prince began to shake his head in disbelief as he uttered…

“No, no, no, not his baby! They were so happy when this one was born,” Vegeta gasped, breathing in a ragged fashion.

The shot had brought out many curious on-lookers not the least of which were the victim’s parents, however, due to his unnatural height, the sight met the male parent’s eye first.

Trowa’s heart slapped to a halt when his green eyes beheld the scene and he immediately shielded his love. “No, mon petit un, don’t look,” the tall European fought his rising emotions.

“Tro-chan, what is it? Please, tell me. Tell me it’s not Quatowa, please, love,” Quatre, without seeing could sense what his mate was not imparting. Clinging to his taller mate, Quatre lost hold of his fragile emotions. “Why, why our first born, Trowa, it makes no sense,” the blond Arabian cried.

Vegeta sensed two of his favorite human sons and moved to comfort as best he could. “Hush, now, son. He’s not dead and Piccolo was the first healer here. They’ve given Towa a senzu bean and have taken him to the med wing,” the prince said in soothing tones.

“Any idea…Ah, no! This is the absolute last straw with them! I’m sure she knows nothing about what her husband and eldest son are doing. She would not allow it if she did” Trowa hissed.

“You know what they feel. This is what nearly k-”

Trowa placed a finger to his lips to silence the direction of the conversation and Vegeta understood. “We’ll talk later,” the tall human spoke.

“Here, Trowa, give him this. It will put him to sleep. I will deal with him,” a sultry alto voice spoke.

“No, thank you, Shuichi, but that is my angel’s nephew and he will deal with it as he sees fit. We’ll meet in the conference room, if that’s ok with you, Sire?” Trowa asked and the prince nodded. Kneeling to lift his precious one in his arms, Trowa turned to take his love to their suite.

In the corridor between the brass wing-where those whose fortunes were less than 150million zenny-many patrons were gathered still as the housekeeping staff began to clean away the results of the shooting. A strong vice encircled Vegeta’s waist and he turned to lash out only to find his mate.

“Let’s go,” the prince commanded, took hold of the larger Saiyan’s hand the I-Ted the two of them into a gravity trainer.

Once in the trainer, Vegeta let out a mighty yell then slammed his rock hard fist into a wall as a mighty scream left his lungs.

“Vegeta, why has this got you so worked up? You’re acting as if that boy was one of your own,” Kakarrot innocently noted then found himself flying into another wall of the gravity chamber.

Vegeta stood over the larger Saiyan then hoisted the larger Saiyan to his feet and began pummeling strong blows to any area his fist connected with. Kakarrot sensed his mate’s need to lash out over the incident and allowed himself to be so abused. Several minutes after he had begun, Vegeta then collapsed into an emotional wreck, opening the link he shared with Kakarrot to send the larger male the very reason why he was so upset at this senselessness.