Save me from darkness     2. Dende sighed a breath of relief as the human he’d helped started to breath a bit more easily. “Thank you” the young female whispered before blacking out. The Namek-jin smiled sadly before motioning for the other four slaves whom normally resided in the throne room to come and collect their friend. The green male then stood and watched as they took her away to the small chambers Brolie had allowed them. Not that his accommodation was much better. His grand bedchamber now belonged to his Saiya-jin master and three of the large store rooms had been cleared to house his sons. The alien frowned lightly as he remembered whom had bared those children. Kami it had been awful. The Ouji had lain upon his bed, face pale, breaths ragged and midsection swelled and exposed. Brolie had forcefully shoved the ex-Kami into the room and demand that he do something. Dende had been at a loss. He’d never witnessed a ningen birth, let alone a Saiya-jin males. However he hoped that Vegeta did and so he gently brushed his mind against the smallest Saiya-jins and asked for instructions. The Ouji placed a hand on his midsection and indicated a flap of skin which would pull open into a pouch with a bit of force. Dende could then retrieve the baby and the placenta. The taller healer then looked into the pain filled eyes of his patient and silently cursed the strongest Saiya-jin in existence. Yet he didn’t have time for being vicious toward the male whom could easily destroy them all, he had to help Vegeta. It had taken him a grand total of ten minutes to bring the new full blooded Saiya-jin into the world and he couldn’t fathom how much pain the shorter warrior was in. Then, as he began his work, pain filled wails and cries were the only thing he could hear before the akachan was finally out of the pouch. And when it was finally over Vegeta passed out and Dende didn’t blame him one bit. He then held a fussing, blood covered baby whose tail failed about like its arms and legs. Thank the gods for Mr Popo taking the initiative to prepare blankets, towels, diapers and a larger basin of warm water all on a wheeled trolley he’d rolled in. The Namek-jin then handed the child who was about to start crying into Popo’s arms before he’d looked to see where Brolie had gone. To his surprise the tall and imposing creature sat on the bed, his large arms wrapped around his pale, unconscious mate who had been pulled onto his lap. He then purred slightly and stroked the older beings auburn tail in an affectionate gesture before standing with the bloodied man in his arms. Brolie then turned to Namek-jin whom watched him. “Get some of the ningen in here to change the sheets and bring my brat to me in bathing chamber once its been checked.... but be warned Namek-jin” he growled the last part. “If any harm comes to that child while I’m gone I’ll destroy you in the slowest, most painful way I can think of”. With that, the imposing long haired creature took the naked figure of his mate out of the room whilst Dende and Popo saw to the child. Thanks to that day he’d been more prepared for the arrival of Koji and Geta. A sigh escaped the once happy Kami of Chikyu-sei as he came back to the present and looked around the luxurious throne room he used to own. Well, it appeared that he wouldn’t be needed for the rest of the night so he might as well retire to the room he now shared with Mr Popo which was far smaller than the genies previous residence. He sighed again as he left the room only to come face to face with a lavender haired man and Mr Popo. “Trunks!!” he stated happily, his onyx eyes brightening to see his old friend. The warrior smiled and bowed slightly. “Dende, its so good to see you, Mr Popo says you’ve been doing okay up here, I’m glad to hear it” the demy-Saiya-jin said quietly his senses on full alert for any and all ki near them. Luckily the three were alone. Bulma’s first born son allowed his eyes to harden and he looked at the two in turn before ushering them into the large throne room and closing the doors. “I need you to pass a message on to my father for me” he said quietly. “Tell him that we will all be back soon, that we’re going to bring help and you must all try to keep Brolie from leaving the planet for as long as possible”. Dende paled slightly. “What are you going to do?” Mr Popo enquired, his voice concerned and whispered. “What you don’t know Brolie can’t force out of you, just know that me and the others are going to get help” Trunks stated firmly before spinning on his heels. “I’m leaving now but first I want to say thank you, I know you’ve both been looking out for my Otousan” he said quietly. The other two figures within the dimly lit room wanted to say something, anything to the hybrid but before they could he’d opened the doors and left. “We pray for your safe return... warrior”. The streets which at one time would hold many people even at this time of night where now empty apart from slight movements of  plastic bags that danced in the wind. At first many would have thought these ruined buildings were deserted and for the most part that was true. However, in one large, cracked, dome shaped building a pale light could be seen on one of the higher levels. Within the dimly lit room one being sat hunched over a desk, its hands clutching a set soldering irons which moulded the complex circuitry together. Bra sighed as yet another piece of her long, silken hair fell from the braid she’d plated and hung in front of her eyes. She looked like her mother only far prettier and more shapely than Bulma had been at the age of twenty. She wore a tight red spandex body suit and modified armour that looked like her Fathers in appearance but it gave far more protection and support. Every member of the Saiya-jin hybrids wore them because no one ever knew when Brolie would chose to attack. Kami she loathed that bastard, because of him many of them had scars both physical but for the vast majority, psychological. The biggest scar being that she hadn’t seen her Papa for three years. She had spent many a sleepless night wondering about him, desperately wishing to see him but it wouldn’t happen. Brolie kept him locked away on the Look Out and the only times anyone saw him was when the manic Saiya-jin ordered them to the shrine via a ningen messenger. Yet she had seen the two of the three children her Father had given birth to and it seemed that the maniacal Saiya-jin was shaping them in his image. And unfortunately both of the chibi were Super Saiya-jins, plus remarkable skills for their ages. It was plain to see that they got their determination from Vegeta. But the fact that they had the same Papa, didn’t mean they were brothers and sisters. They all refused to except it. A stray tear ran down her pristine creamy skin before she shook her head and scowled. She had no time to dwell on these  thoughts. Right now her job was to finish these wrist bands that would allow herself and the other four half breeds to travel into the past, six months prior to Brolie’s arrival. Their plan was to alert their past selves about Brolie and to bring the stronger warriors back to this time with them in hopes of destroying the over powered maniac. Then her Papa would be free and they could go about putting the world back together.     Goten watched the second youngest member of their group continue her work with a determined frown plastered on her pretty features. He could sense her unease and sorrow through the bond they shared as mates. *Need any help?* he questioned quietly. Bra blinked a few times then looked over to the open door way where her beloved stood with crossed arms, his form covered with blue spandex. *No I...* the young woman stuttered to her senior of nine years. *I’m just... well upset and...* she tried to say before breaking into tears. Goten blinked before rushing to her side. Once he stood next to her, he proceeded to pick her up into his arms and started to walk out of the room. “No” the young scientist protested. “I’ve got to... finish, Trunks wanted to.. to leave soon...” she said between sobs. The youngest Son squeezed her slightly. “You’ve been working to hard Bra-chan and I’m sure my brother will finish for you, he’s already made the other bands for the guys we’re going to visit” he soothed. The blue haired beauty sniffed and buried her face into her mates right shoulder. *It’ll be so strange seeing Mama and Papa again, Kami I bet I’ll start crying and do something stupid* she told him. Goten swallowed. *We’ll all feel that way sweetie but don’t worry, I’ll be there to make sure you don’t make an ass of yourself*  he chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. Bra smirked. *You always know just the thing to say* she whispered before letting out a yawn. The very young man by Saiya-jin standards put on the smile that his family was famous for as he entered the room they shared and placed his mate onto the bed. “I’ll go find Gohan and Pan so they can finish up, you only had two more to do right?” he asked. Sleepily the female nodded before snuggling into the thick warm blankets and sighing contentedly. Every thing would work out. They’d worked to hard for it not to. Back