DBZ: The Shadow of Revan (Act Two Continuation)

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Gen looked at Drake as the man started to get up.

"No Mecha... I don't need to see So- this ain't the bloody Gravel Wars!" Drake said, rubbing his head.

"Welcome back to the world I don't control Drake. Catch." Gen replied, throwing him a medal.

"What's this for?" Drake asked.

"Valor medal. Our work on defending places. Anyway, follow Vegeta, I need to go take care of something personal." Gen said before walking to an exit. Drake got up, pulling his clothes to a more comfortable position, walking to the Saiyan.

"Alright, where are we going?" Drake asked.
 
Brachi crossed her arms.

"Something isn't right here..." She said, her tail wagging to and fro.

"What do you mean?" Future Brachi asked.

"I am not entirely sure, but I'm having a real bad feeling about this. Perhaps it's our battle against that bastard known as Ruthas that has somehow made me more paranoid or agitated... Vegeta and Beerus have a point on this matter and we should investigate." She said.
 
When grabbed, Red Mist didn't even attempt to stop the man. Her face remained as emotionless as ever as Vegetto was moments away from ending her life. When man released her thanks to Gogeta's actions, she landed plop on her feet. She touched her throat and seemed more preoccupied with the wound on her hand. While the two seem to bicker with one another, Red Mist would casually walk past the two and stood by the exit, ultimately waiting for them to finish. Despite the fact that she almost got killed without a second thought, she seemed as robotic as ever, almost as if Vegetto's action didn't even phase her.

Regardless if they finished arguing now or later, her voice boomed out for the two to hear. 

"The decision was yours, Sir Vegetto. Whatever action you had to take I only assume was yours and yours alone. You did this for your people, not to become an enemy." Red Mist removed the shirt from around her neck and took a sharp breath. "I do not blame you for the deaths of these people, nor does your friend, Jaz. Just as how you reacted, your friend was the same way. Jaz is not angry at your action but angry that there was nothing we could have done to help these people at the moment, this is a fact." Red Mist took out the combat knife from earlier and tossed it up and down, catching every time. "However, for you to easily attempt to end the life of a friend who looks up to you..."

Red Mist turned to face the two, placing Jaz's infamous shirt on the floor. The wounded hand from earlier was held above the shirt, small drops of blood landing on the part where Jaz's heart would be. 

"She gave you a second chance after you said you would take away everyone's freedom, including her own." Red Mist stabbed the knife into her bleeding hand, no reaction formed on her face.

"She trusted you after she saw your actions, be they good or bad for your cause." She dug the knife deeper, the blood dripping faster on her shirt.

"She forgave you after you beat the living shit out of her, believing that you were right and she was wrong." She finally pulled out the knife, there was a visible gash that was nearly see-through on her hand. She then picked up the shirt and tossed it to the two.

"And worst of all, she looked at you as a father, both of you. A reminder and a betrayal that Jaz never wanted to relive again." She turned her back to the two once again. "She meant nothing to you if you would easily toss her aside for believing the same words you spat on her. I may not like Jaz but the way she is crying right now... It almost makes me feel like I have emotions."

Red Mist just stayed put, watching the outside world. "And for you to let your wrath cloud judgment... you have truly killed your friend. She fears you, Sir Vegetto. As a matter of fact..." She walked to the two and stood only a couple of feet away from Vegetto. "Why not see for yourself~"

Red Mist's voice suddenly changed into a much more familiar tone, the one of Jaz. Jaz, having seemed dazed and confused but as soon as her eyes locked to Vegetto, it was nothing but absolute fear on her face. She quickly jumped several feet back, her eyes showing signs of tears. Her entire body seemed frantic, like a caged animal stuck in a corner. 

"Get away from me... Don't you dare come near me!" She seemed to choke between words, the fear was eating her alive. "I trusted you! You promised me that you wouldn't hurt me if I followed you! You said that you were gonna help me... You said that you were my friend." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "You lied to me! You would kill me if I ever got between you and your stupid plans! You wouldn't think twice! You wouldn't care! You never did! You never will! I...I can't believe I trusted you! You.. You! " Jaz seemed to back away from the man, hiding her face with her hands, blood and tears running down her face. "I HATE you, Vegetto!"

Her final words seem to echo throughout the area they were in followed by Jaz falling on her butt and sobbing.
 
Goku narrowed his eyes, stepping forward.

"Alright, let's go see what he wants then."

Vegeta soon followed shortly after with Beerus in tow, leading the group of warriors down the corridor towards the elevator.

The elevator soon took the others up to the desired floor, stepping out onto a outer ring spanning across a circular pathway. Various soldiers and citizens alike hustled to and fro across the walkway, indicating that this was the central hub of activity for the Republic in the entire spacedock.

Vegeta kept his arms crossed, leading the others down a flight of stairs towards the cantina, nearly vacant of people.

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Sitting in a chair underneath a tent nearby, Theron pressed onto a button on the circular metal object he clutched in his right hand. A blue holoimage immediately disappeared as the group came up, Vegeta raising an eyebrow.

"Was that the Grand Master?"

Theron nodded his head once.

"Currently acting as an emissary for the Dravos League. No where near Tython."

He scoffed lightly.

"We're not exactly close, as the Jedi don't really care for...family dynamics. But that doesn't mean I can't check up on her though."

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Vegetto paused at Jaz's outburst for a moment, dropping his head slightly with a saddened expression. The flare of his aura and her sobbing were the only sounds for a few seconds, Gogeta eyeing Vegetto silently in the confrontation.

The fusion dipped his own head slightly at the sight of Vegetto raising his, the ferocity returning in his expression.

"You attacked me without reason, just after I did what had to be done to end these people's suffering. How else did you think I would react?!"

Gogeta turned his head up slightly, his voice a bit weaker.

"Let's just calm down..."

The fusion stopped immediately at the other's scoff.

"No, it doesn't!"

Gogeta blinked, watching Vegetto's aura flare a bit in sync with his furious expression.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Thinking you could just get away with whatever you want without consequence?!"
 
"What do you mean?" Brachi asked, confused, "The jedi don't care for 'family dynamics'? Surely they have loved ones worth fighting for, right?!"

Xenest simply crossed his arms, seeing his future counterpart with his wife further up ahead.
 
"I can say the same thing for you, Vegetto! Do you think taking people's freedom won't result in consequences?! Are you that damn blind to not believe people will rebel against you?!" Jaz screamed at him once again, moving up to her feet. She looked a bit shaky but it was hard to tell if it was from fear or anger. 

"Look at you... you've grown mad with power! If Gogeta wasn't here to stop you, I'd be dead! All for what?! All because of a girl who punched you? One that you have proven to beat time and time again?!" Jaz walked a little closer to Vegetto but kept a good distance between them. "You wanna talk about consequences, fine! Let's talk about 'em! Your plan for slavery and your current war with the people against you, was THIS not consequences from YOUR actions?! You kill the people who don't bend to your will, who don't give up their freedom and yet you're surprised that there are people who are against your stupid idea?!"

Jaz's shoulders began to quake and the tears began to form but she tried so hard not to show him her sadness. 

"You said that these other people are the enemy, yet all the killing I've seen were from your hands. Gogeta even has to stop you at some points, make you rethink your actions... and even then, you toss even HIM aside. Gogeta, from the start, didn't even want me or Jr. in this mess! He offered to take us home! Jr. must be worried sick about me, his father, and his uncle!"

Jaz's voice finally started to crack up and the tears finally began to roll down her cheeks. Her hands tried to cast them away, hide the tears from both the saiyans. She stood there, crying before the two men.

"I told y-you from the start... I don't care about this stupid war, I-I just want my friend back!" Her voice got a little lower, almost as if she didn't want them to hear. "Y-You're just like Izack... you use me to get what you want then toss me aside like garbage when you see no use for me..." 

She looked up at Vegetto, blood and tears covered her face. She looked to be in so much emotional and mental pain.

"All I ever wanted to do was just fit in with the people of earth... I  gave myself a chance with you, Vegetto. I honestly felt like I fit in with you and your friends and family." She frowned. "But for you to throw it all away like that... I was living in nothing but a lie that you tricked me into believing... I guess I really don't belong in such a beautiful world." 

Jaz's voice finally mellowed out, returning to that of sobbing.

"I hate you for pulling me into this lie, Vegetto after I believed you, followed you, trusted you, defended you, and looked up to you..." She fell to her knees, almost as if her heart gave up on her. "But... I'm sorry I hurt you." Despite all that she said to Vegetto and how she felt, she still had it in her heart to apologize to him. She felt pathetic. "But apologies are useless on deaf...ears." 

Her voice just continued to get weaker and weaker, the spirit and will that made her who she is was dying off.
 
Brachi on her turn was thinking about the new form she achieved, wondering how it would benefit her as she felt that not only her strength, power and speed all increased, she found herself with increased senses as well, as if her reaction time had been improved to where her actions allowed her to chain techniques in swift combination attacks...
 
Theron scoffed again at Brachi's question.

"The Jedi don't have feelings for anyone, actually. Their teachings forbid those sorts of connections: they see them as a dangerous threat. Of course, no Jedi perfectly follows the path as they should with me-"

The man mockingly gestured to his body with both hands.

"-as a living reminder of the Grand Master's failure, our own bloodline being an example of the greatest Jedi who ever lived: Revan's. But they have more than enough reason to believe those sorts of connections lead to the dark side of things..."

His expression changed from slight annoyance to a frown with remorse in his tone, dipping his head a bit.

"We've lost a lot of good men to the Sith from exploiting those bonds."

Beerus yawned audibly, patting his mouth for a moment with his right hand.

"Your trivial problems with war are fascinating, but we should focus on the main reason why we're here. What is it that you want?"

Theron glanced up, glaring in response to Beerus.

"Trivial? And who are you supposed to be?"

Beerus' expression remained unchanged.

"The god of destruction. And if you don't start with the reason why you're playing this facade, then I might become upset enough to wipe out your fleet in one blast. In fact, if it wasn't for my patience in seeing what your Republic had to offer, the false Emperor would have found your central hub of operations long ago."

Beerus' own eyes narrowed slightly, locking with Theron's perplexed stare.

"I'm sure he'd love to find your ships now, given the recent events that have transpired."

Theron grunted.

"We lost men as much as the Imperials did today, and you know it."

Beerus' glare sharpened slightly.

"No you didn't. There were three attacks in total."

Theron raised an eyebrow.

"Three? What are you talking about?"

Beerus' expression remained unchanged.

"Let's focus on the now. Why did you want to meet us here?"

Theron glanced away, pausing for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Look, I may not be one of you. I don't have special powers, nor do I have the ability to sense disturbances just from something wrong in the air. But even without the Force, I know when things don't add up..."

He glanced down to his hands.

"These ops, General Darok...something's being buried here. I'm sure of it."

Theron then glanced up, pointing to the glinting metal in Drake's hand.

"But the real question is, are you going to take your shiny medals and go home like Darok's hoping? Or are you ready to start digging?"

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Vegetto remained silent in response, his expression contorting in his rage. His audible breaths from his nose were able to carry on past the violent aura surging around him, the red energy even bending forward from the force of the wind. He glanced away, his eyes looking down at the ground as his breathing slowed.

He let out a small light sigh, the aura soon disappearing into thin air while he lowered his arms. His hair still illuminated brightly in his transformed state, his expression still stern.

"I'm...I'm sorry too."

Gogeta kept his form as well, moving up to Vegetto's side.

"Well, I'm glad that's all over with now."

The fusion then blinked however, turning his head towards Vegetto's bowed state at the audible question.

"Why have you spent these last few years at my side, Gogeta? Don't you agree with what I'm fighting for?"

Gogeta nodded his head once.

"I do...to an extent. But Jaz has a point too: you do lose control quite a bit in this fight."

Vegetto narrowed eyes lifted with his head, facing towards Gogeta.

"You would too if you dealt with this people."

Gogeta chuckled in response, nodding his head.

"I know, that's why it doesn't bother me when I see you get upset. None of us are perfect, brother, and you'll need more than just yourself to fight the kind of war you want to win. I've got your back in all of this, no matter what way it plays out."

Vegetto glanced away in response, turning back towards Jaz with narrowed eyes.

"I'll take you home, if that's where you want to go. I don't want to fight you anymore...for Junior's sake."
 
"Three attacks?" Busa asked.

"With Empires that span multiple planets and with plenty of manpower, weaponry and bases, battles can be fought on multiple fronts. Remember how we went up in arms against the Metar? That spanned over multiple planets, and although we could partake in only one battle each time, our Martian allies have had multiple bases around and have been making their stand on those locations as best as they could while we fought elsewhere." Xenest said.
 
"Why is it I have a feeling that some corporation would like to argue with you about that." Drake muttered, "You know, I know a lot of people who didn't give two cares about their family, all of them ended up dead. Anyway, so what exactly are you proposing? Implying Darok is, a turned?"

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Gen stood in an empty corridor, his fingers on the glass vial containing his symbiote.

"You do realize I can smell you two, right?" He asked to the emptiness, a single black tendril falling from the ceiling.
"Yeah, I know you are there, Wanderer, Demon Hunter."
 
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