Forgotten Truth

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It was still morning with the sun rising higher into the sky with each passing moment; people were going about their lives as unhappy as they were. Walking through the streets of the Saru District was a man with such a distinct appearance that it was hard to not know who he was. Over his shoulder was a sack that was full to the brim with money and other valuables to hand out to the low class Saiyans. Where it came from was a simple question to answer, since General Koregutsu had been dealt with for his crimes his wealth was now up for grabs. Yuumaru himself had joined in on the raid against the house of the general and stole away into the night with a mountain of fortunes. It was now time to give the money to those that needed it so that they might be able to afford food and clothes.

The people thanked him glad that they had someone on their side to help erase the greed and corruption that was seeping into the heart of the city. Reaching into another pouch he handed out some meat from a wild animal that he slayed in the forest to the children of the city. It wasn’t a lot but it was something to keep them fed and healthy, so that there would be lots of strong Saiyans on Vegeta after they regained their pride. When it was all distributed to the people, he sent the people off to hide in their homes and refilled the bags with useless junk that was lying around. He stuffed the bag until it looked like it was the same size as before and slung it over his shoulder once more.

There was a reason he had sent the others to their homes; Yuumaru had left a little message for the elite Saiyan soldiers about where he would be and when. It was going to be a game of whether they could capture the leader of the insurrectionists and reclaim the lost money or whether both would escape their grasp. Not that he was stupid enough to actually do something like let them chase him all the way to the base or anything. Far from it, in fact, he was aiming to lure them into a very fun little trap, but first the mice had to take the bait. However, it seemed that his opponents were going to keep him waiting, so he took the time to readjust his appearance. Untying the ribbon that held his hair into its current ponytail to straighten it out and retie it. Then he made sure that the face mask he was wearing went up to cover his nose, but left his the rest of his face uncovered.

“Finally, you guys sure know how to take your damn time, don’t ya?” he said with a grin, acting like this was nothing more than a simple get together. They all looked like such happy people as well, with their scowls and snarls, such wonderfully friendly folks. With a single arm he put the bag in front of him and dangled it tauntingly at the Saiyans, like a man dangly a steak in front of a pack of dogs. “Come on, you know you want it, but to get it you have to catch me.”

With that said he took off in a mad dash through the city, using the little shortcuts through the streets and alleys that he learned when he was younger. He heard the shouts of the men as the chased him down, yelling about him being a traitor to the crown and the Saiyan race. A roaring laughter that rumbled its way from the pit of Yuumaru’s stomach could be heard throughout the area. That was rich; the ones that were causing the rotting of Saiyan society were the ones calling him a traitor. It was just too funny to think about the irony of those comments. Still, he was on an important mission and this was also a chance to give the crown a little bit of a message from the rebel forces.

It wasn’t until he flew out from the city gates that the plan came into action with more than a dozen rebels ambushing the soldiers. The fact that he was underestimated is what caused the next turn of events to come about. The soldiers that had chased him had been tied to posts outside the city limits; however, they were left alive to serve as an example. That the rot was spreading quite deeply within the system, something that should seem like an obvious trap was ignored. When he returned to the hideout, the Saiyan headed towards his own room to be alone for a while.

There he sat in thought, wondering if this was what his father had wanted of him; to become a warrior that returned their people to glory. It was too late to turn from this path, so that wasn’t even an option for him, but it would be interesting to know what others truly thought of him. His own emotions had hit a plateau as of late, it was just probably this lifestyle getting to him. Shaking his head, heading to his room was a bad idea, he needed to go for a walk and clear his head before he went crazy. Exiting the hideout he ran through the forest that surrounded it and continued to run for miles, not stopping until he had a clear mind.

After running for a few miles, he’d lost count of how many, his mind drifted to thoughts of his old man’s lessons. Only five years old and he had been learning how to fight from that old bastard, he’d mostly learned how to take beatings really. It was about time to start training with Kabu again, and Yuu’s tiny feet carried him hurriedly through the house to the small training room. There he found the old man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, not doing anything. Not thinking anything of it the child ran up to his father, and began to pester the man to start their training already. The childish ranting was silenced when the older Saiyan placed his fingers on his lips, preventing him from opening his mouth.

“Have I not told you what the requirements for a warrior are before? It is about struggling and defeating yourself, to create a better you,” he explained. With being only five years old his thought processes put that together with a completely different meaning, which resulted in the young Yuumaru punching himself in the face. That was the first time that he had heard the old man laugh as well, before picking up the dazed and bloodied child from the floor. After taking care of the self-inflicted wound, Kabu sat down with Yuumaru sitting directly across from him.

“The meaning to defeating oneself is becoming a better person, not punching oneself,” explaining in-depth to the child what that meant. It was strange how disinterested in the words he seemed as a child, when now he was remembering them and the meaning they held for him. It was then that his attention snapped back to reality, only to realize that he had been crying for at least five minutes. A slight sigh coming from his lips, the stress that he had been feeling was let go of, and he stood ready to take on the next challenge that was thrown his way.

It was then that something in the distance caught his attention, and caused him to approach closer to investigate.

[Gray Callahan]

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