An End to Life as We Know It (Zach, Closed)

[Tenshu]

"Get those fucking boxes packed NOW!"

Not a moment could be spared, it was clear now that things had fallen to shit and the reality of their situation was becoming more than he could handle. Fuck, no I mean really FUCK! Things couldn't possibly get worse for him than they already were. Cabbe was trying his damndest not to go completely insane, but obviously that wasn't going to happen.


Cabbe- 38 years old, Owner, Saiyan

The Farm wasn't doing to well, that much was obvious. Frankly he was in the hole by several thousand grand and it wasn't looking good. Having already sold off much of his good property and worse yet many of the slaves that he admired, it was becoming clear that something had to be done, and fast. He was running out of options, and even worse was that his poor spending was about to catch up with him. What was he supposed to do? Force the plains to grow more food? Its not like the saiyans even ate any of it, all of the produce went to feeding other human slaves.

"Get me Zachary!"

He yelled at one of the nearby slaves who was not yet holding a box in their hand. While the others continued to move to the truck, this one ran out the door and towards the barn.

Not all of the slaves knew what was happening, it had all happened so fast. The truck arrived and everything had to be packed inside it. Unfortunately Zach's family was one of those groups that had not been informed of what was happening. He was however about to learn the hard way.

[Zach]

The day for Zach started much like any other, breakfast with his parents in their shack and thenout to the fields to tend to the new crops. As the morning labors commenced the blonde was aware of one alteration to the routine, a large truck had arrived and there seemed to be more raised voices then usual about the main house. The boy knew nothing of the finantial difficulties the Master had gotten the estate into since things for the slave population were running about as smoothly as they ever did. The fault laid completely at the feet of the one in charge and his missmanagement of the estate's finances and thus was completely out of the hands and even minds of the slaves, they knew only their work and did it well.

However as the morning wore on and the mid day lunch break was almost upon them the furvor of activity at the main house reached a climax and minutes later one of the men who worked in the house came running to the barn where Zach was busy putting away equipment. Zach looked the guy up and down when he came up called for the blonde, seeing that the man was in a frightful hurry. Instantly Zach thought something might be wrong concerning his parents since he was usually summoned by the same pair of Saiyans every time the Master wanted him and was about to run for the family shack when the man finally reached him.

Having already tossed aside the last of the tools Zach was already started to walk towards the slave quarters when the other man got within earshot so the boy asked inquired as to why exactly he was so urgently needed.

"What's wrong?" the blonde started. "What's with the big hurry?"

[Tenshu]

Running the full distance to meet Zach the shorter slave took a breath, having sprinted the entire way from the house to the quarters. The panic on his face was immediately evident as he practically shook while speaking.

"Master is in one of his moods and won't tell us anything"


Zach would surely understand. Its not as though their master was particularly level headed as it was, but if something was troubling him the situation would be grim for the slaves indeed. Ethan, the boy crouched over before Zach was only 12 so most of the wrath was not bestowed on him, but that didn't mean smooth sailing by any means. Standing straight up and looking back towards the house, where the moving truck had now pulled into full view he continued.

"We have been packing everything away, its like nothing i've ever seen. He sent me to find you."

The genuine worry in his voice was cut short by the impatient honking of the truck. Whoever was helping the master move was running out of patience...


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"I just need a little more time, FUCK"

Where was Koli, she would be able to solve this, but where was she? Probably off chasing human refuse again. No matter he would get out of here and she would figure it out. Koli was a smart girl, hell she survived this long without him, she could surely make it out just fine...so long as he didn't find her...Screw that so long as he didn't find Cabbe everything would be fine. Where the hell was Zach!?

[Zach]

Slowing his pace just long enough to listen to the young man who'd come to fetch him, Zach was a little confused as to why the usual goon squad hadn't come. To send one of the slave in their stead was very out of the ordinay, what wasn't however was the master's desire for the blonde when ever he was in a foul mood. Drawing to a halt, Zach looked from the slave shacks he was heading toward to the main house and then back to the young man and then nodded.

"Ok, I'll head strait there. Go tell my parents where I'm going and then get back to work." Zach replied and started to jog towards the house. As he moved Zach caught site of the large truck and saw that it was indeed being loaded with all manner of things from the main house. He couldn't fathom why the Master would be putting furnature into a truck, trucks were used for moving animals and harvests, furnature was for sitting on. Granted if you wanted to move furnature somewhere a truck was the logical way to do it, but why would anyone want to move furnature?

It didn't matter, at least not right now, what was important though was that he'd been summoned and would do as he was bid. Arriving in short order at the house, Zach noted that the front door was being left wide open for the servants moving the house's contents and so rather then go around to the back entrance as was the custom, he saved time by slipping in between the exiting pairs and into the foyer. There he found the room stripped bare which was a little offputting. Was the Master getting new posessions? Was he going to have a larger house built? Zach simply didn't understand what was going on other then the face value of thing were being moved into a truck. Looking up to the first landing of the main staircase Zach noted the Saiyan standing there looking like he could chew nails and instinctively tensed up. His encounters with the man were never pleasent but he had to endure them, for his parents.

"You send for me sir?" Zach announced in an inquizitive tone, foldng his arms behind his back and standing at attention.

[Tenshu]

Shit Shit Shit

They were running out of time. Any minute now the world was going to come to an abrupt end, and they needed to be as far the fuck away from it as possile. Two slaves worked tirelessly trying to move a large table. Surely Cabbe would have left it behind if not for its value. At this point he needed everything of value he could get his hands on.

"Come on move it already!"

He yelled, the two small slaves still unable to budge the large table. What did he expect, you take the lookers and make them do the labor of a common field slave. No these slaves were toy's, not tools. Luckily enough a tool was just what arrived as Zach made his way into the room. At another time the master would have stopped to marvel at the perfectly chizzled teenager. Lusting after a human was uncommon enough, but one of the same gender was just...well Cabbe was not one for social norms, he had lived his life away from common saiyan society, then again that's easily what got him in trouble this time.

"Zachary help me move this table!"

He yelled, more frantic than commanding. Rushing over and shoving one of the smaller slaves out of the way, Cabbe picked up one end of the table. It was nearly eight feet long and weighed over three hundred pounds, so the fact that he could even pick up his side was reasonably impressive. But Cabbe was not known for his strength, he was not a fighter.

"This is some bad shit, we gotta move!"

As soon as Zach picked up the table even a little bit Cabbe would begin walking out the door with it, grunting as they walked. The stress of carrying a heavy table, and dealing with his impending doom was creating a heavy sweat, one that he hardly had the focus to notice. Pulling up to the truck, the table went up the incline and the two found themselves inside the truck in no time surrounded by the majority of the household furniture.

Dropping the table in the center, and then collapsing on a nearby chair Cabbe began to do the only thing he could think of...throw a fit. Granted he was an adult so it was no toddlers tantrum, but slamming his fists down on the arms of the chair and screaming were not below him.

"Damn it all!"

[Zach]

'Labor? In the house? Him?' Zach though to himself as he stood for a moment, finding it hard to process what he was seeing. The Master himself was moving to pick up a table and move it. Why? Surely he could call for more servants then do it himself. Granted he called for Zach and the boy might have even been able to do it himself if he was determined to, but the Master was now grasping one end of the load and hefting it up off the floor.

The blonde's confusion lasted only a moment and while the toppled servants picked themselves up Zach moved around to the opposite end, lifted his portion of the tale with comparitive ease and then followed the Master out to the truck. Up the ramp they went and once inside with the table properly situated the load was lowered to the truck's floor and Zach once more stood at attention in the doorway, somewhat siloetted by the bright sunny day outside of the vehicle.

He watched the Saiyan man plop down in one of the chairs that had been moved into the truck earlier and continued to watch, uncomfortably so, as the man ranted and banged his hands on the chair's arms. It wasn't built as well as the blonde and surely wouldn't stand up to muc of that treatment, but for the moment it was intact and seeing as the Master was taking care not to damage the things he was having placed in the truck, Zach thought it best to take the man's attention away from the helpess wood and fabric construct.

"Sir..." the boy started respecfully. "I know it's not my place to ask..." he continued but the nerve wasn't in him to ask what was going on and instead chose to divert the man's attention in a manner he would hopefully find more pleasurable then beating up a helpless seat. "...Would you perhaps prefer to pound something more sturdy then the chair you had so carefully placed in here?"

[Tenshu]

His tantrum was immediately quieted by Zach's words. The slave speaking brought a whole new anger into his chest. Was he seriously going to question what was going on, at a time like this. His lip snarled, his fists clenched...and then the boy asked something entirely different, so different in fact that it caught him off guard. Tilting his head and resting his elbow on the arm of the chair to support his now sulking chin he began to laugh. It started slow, but ended up being hysterical laughter. Tears welled in his eyes as he laughed, he had truly hit rock bottom, so much so that beating his toy was not going to change that.

"No Zachary, not this time. No this time I need something e..."

Before the words could even get out the door to the truck would suddenly close, the latch to lock it in place securly fastened. The look of horror on his masters face would be revealed through a small hole in the ceiling of the metal moving truck as the engine started. The two were locked inside with it moving.

"No...no no no...FUCK!"

He screamed, jumping out of his chair and running over to the door, trying frantically to pull on the latch. It was no use, the latch was locked from the outside and would be impossible for him to break. The ride was almost instantly bumpy as the furniture inside the hold began to shift, and those that were not heavy enough began to fly about. The small hole in the ceiling -which was no larger that a man's thumb- would reveal the remnants of wheat over head, the truck was driving through the field.

[Zach]

Standing in the doorway or more accurately just inside of it, Zach continued to watch his disturbed master as the man started to say something about needing something different. However before the Saiyan could finish the rolling door behind the blonde teenager came crashing down and before Zach was even half way around to look, the truck's engine had started. The teen braced himself his his hands against the door as the truck lerched into motion. The ride wasn't at all smooth though and evidently the driver, who ever they were, wasn't using the gravel driveway, nor the dirt roads. Turning back and spreading his legs a bit to get a stable footing in the rocking vehicle, Zach looked through the dimply lit space and saw the horrified visage on the Master's face as he approached the door and pulled on the latch uselessly.

Zach had no idea what was going on. The Master was paniced, bordering on frantic and the truck was careening who knows where. One thing was for certain though, with all of the shifting cargo, they were going to get hurt if they didn't focus on it instead of trying to open the door. Even if they could open the door it felt as though the truck was going so fast that to jump would almost certainly mean serous injury. As if on cue, the massive table they had moved into the truck just a minute before was now sliding back, prompting Zach to grab the end and, his muscles bulging in the process, shoved it back against the other cargo in the front of the truck.

[Tenshu]

A moment of silence from the panicked yelling of his master as the table slammed against the other side of the truck, oddly enough locking a few smaller objects in place. They were obviously moving much faster than the truck would normally go on the roads, and having only been about two minutes you would think they were not so far out. However in that brief moment of sureal quiet, the truck stopped.

"Zach....were going to die"

The words left his lips just seconds before the iron door latch swung open, and the door rolled back up letting the light pour in. The table had effectively smashed much of what was already in there and on any other day Zach would have been beaten for it, but the fact was that there were only two men inside that truck, and the men outside couldn't tell the difference between master and slave.

"Cabbe, didn't we say don't leave town?"

The shorter of the two spoke first. Balding similarly to General Broc, but with a much greater age. His voice shown that, as his scratchy words left his lips.


"H...Honjo...I...I wasn't going anywhere!"

He lied, which was obvious. A moving truck and most of his belongings already packed away. The other saiyan stood snickering behind him, a kid no doubt around Zach's age. With an ugly smirk he continued to listen as Honjo, the elder saiyan, looked around the truck, taking a step up onto the ramp, and then walking right passed the two passengers into the deepness of the hold.

"So where were all of your lovely possessions off to?"

He asked, not bothering to look at the two of them as he slowly ran a finger down the base of the table.

"Why...uh...To you Honjo....These things were on their way to you"

The taller saiyan let out another audible cackle, much like a hyena his unruly air met well with his crazy eyes.


"Finally settling your debts eh Cabbe....well what if thats not good enough anymore"

His hand continued to slide across the sleek mahogony table, holding onto its corner tighty. As he finished speaking his thumb pushed down and before their eyes a crack formed diagonally across the table from corner to corner, splitting it in half. His gaze then shot back at Cabbe, who was now physically shaking.

[Zach]

Keeping the table braced against the objects in the fron of the truck, Zach held his position until the vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop. The blonde was just releasing his grip on the table when his master blurted out works he'd never thought one of the Saiyan masters would say. They were both going to what? The masters were unbeatable, who could hope to kill Zach's master? But the man's trembling was all the proof the teen needed to know that his life long assumption was dead wrong. The cargo door slid open once more and daylight blasted into the truck, filling it with blinding white for a few moments before the boy's eye's adjusted. Two more masters were standing there, evidently one of a higher station then Zach's. The two conversed, Zach's master timidly and the other, older one in a tormenting tone and all the while Zach stood to the side, not knowing what to do.

'I have to do something, I don't want to die and neither does he.' the boy thought to himself. 'But what can I do? If I talk, they will just kill me. I can't fight them... Or can I? What was it Koli said? Ugh, I can't remember. She thought I could do it though, she was surprised I hadn't already. But to attack one of the masters, even defending one's own. Even if I beat one or both or just managed to give my master the chance to beat them, what would he do? Thank me? Or punish me and my family for daring to strike another master. I... I can't let that stop me though, if I don't do anything it will be worse. I have to try.'

With his master still trembling in fear of the two and the older master still enjoying his torment of the man, going so far as to display his great physical strength, Zach had to be the one to act and to do it fast. The older Saoyan was distracted and would never expect anything from a lowly slave, at least that's what Zach hoped. Like lightning, or rather simply as fast as the teen could move, Zach stepped beside the older Saiyan, his right hand coming up to grab the back of the man's neck and his left aiming to grab the man's left arm.

"Rrrrraaaaah!" the teen yelled only once he was in motion, his intention being to smash the man's face down into the table he'd just splintered and at the same time, lock his left arm up behind his back.

(Introducing Zach's new theme song.)

[Tenshu]

The moment would move almost in slow motion. The utter shock on his master's face coupled with the wide eyes of the old man as his head suddenly flew down making contact with the mahogony table. His partner's jaw dropped just to add good measure to the tone of the situation. Unless Zach followed through further their would be a quick moment of silence as the older gentlemen kept his head down. The table would shake at first from the initial impact, however much to the surprise of everyone in the room it would not just wobble, but would entirely shatter. Starting from where his head had hit the table and marooning out in waves across the table top shards of splintered table would practically explode into pieces on the ground.

"Hmhmhmhm"

Laughter, but from who? None other than the man whose face had just been acquainted with the table. Without another moment to spare Cabbe jumped to his feet and jumped out of the truck hold. Making a run for it wouldn't work though as the taller of the two saiyans almost instantly caught up with what looked like a simple side step. His mouth closing from the open gaping mess to another cocky smile.

"You can't leave now Cabbe, your slave just made this interesting!"

The laughter again, now obviously coming from the old man. A quick upward elbow would strike the forearm holding his neck, this was the same arm that Zach had previously grabbed, the saiyan had slipped his agile wrist through the hold and released himself from zach's hold. He would then quickly rise so that his back was turned to the human, a humming laughter still exuding from him.

"Its been some time human...since one of you has drawn my blood"

Turning his head to reveal the blood smeared from his nose across the right side of his cheek the saiyan looked back at Zach his expression an odd mixture of anger and excitement. His eyebrows raised, his nose wrinkled from the pain of the attack. His tail would quickly whip out its intention to strike Zach in the midsection. This of course would hit because...its his midsection. The second strike however was not guarunteed, a left hook that spun upwards -being that the man was easily a foot shorter than Zach- to try and hit him under the jaw. The saiyan was obviously faster than Zach, but his cunning might pay off. Once the attack had finished, succesful or not he would continue speaking.

"Broc is done waiting Cabbe, he wants a more permanent solution!"

[Zach]

Zach wasn't happy that he had successfully smashed the Saiyan master's face into the table, he wasn't happy that he had to do it at all. The fact remained though that he had managed to get the first strike in and had the advantage, at least that's how he saw it. The advantage didn't last long though as his fumbling to get a hold of the man's left arm ended in failure, the elder Saiyan managng to free his arm from the boy's grip and twist himself free now that the crumbing table no longer presented an obstacle. Zach's master seemed to get the hint and sprang into action, to attack the other Saiyan the boy thought, he was wrong. The master tried to flee and he himself ended up getting caught buy the third, younger Saiyan as Zach had intended to do to the elder one. Zach didn't have much time to think about the consiquences of his actions and those of his master however as the elder Saiyan commented about this being the first time in a long while since he'd been bloodied by a human. 'So others had? Then it's not hopeless.' Zach though to himself as the man turned around and the boy saw the blood he himself had caused. The time to think about such things was over though, Zach's mind was still on it though when the Saiyan's tail lashed out, swiping across the teen's midsection and taking a good breath of air from him.

"Uuungah..." Zach grunted as his body bowed slightly from the impact. Had he been truly ready, abs steeled and such the blow might have been easier to take but it wasn't, the breath had been knocked out of him and the Saiyan was still in motion, slamming an uppercut right up under the teen's jaw. The blonde stumbled back, crashing into the flimsy metal wall of the truck, leaving a person sized dent in it in the process. While he'd been trained, at least to some extent by the farm's guards and the master himself, it was only to put up enough of a fight to make the master's conquests more enjoyable. Now though that rather pittiful training would have to sufice to save both his and his master's life.

His innards aching, breath labored and a little dazed, Zach pulled himself away from the truck's wall and got his arms up in a proper defensive posture, up about his head and chest, fists clenched and ready. He didn't respond verbally to the Saiyan, there wasn't anything he wanted to say to the man, everything was already clear, they were here to hurt his master and he and Zach wasn't going to let that happen. With nothing to say Zach could jump right into action and charged back for the elder Saiyan. Given the other's speed he would have to work in close to help negate that speed and fight a battle of attrition. That in mind, the blonde closed the distance between them and opened up with a quick, hard right handed punch aimed to cross the man's cheek and should that land, his right arm would retract and left explode forward with a punch mirroring the first.

[Tenshu]

Zach's determination was well noted. What surprised the saiyan the most wasn't that Zach had attacked him, or the fact that he had drawn blood, but rather the fact that he was still fighting back. His right hook flew with dutiful intent but was too slow for the elder Saiyan whose head swerved to the left, narrowly avoiding the attack. Zach's tensing muscles brought reminder to the old man as to just how powerful the boy could be, his punches were not something to be taken lightly. Between his resilience in taking powerful blows and his dedication to defending his master it was almost a shame that Honjo now had to kill the teen.

As the two got closer, their combat dance getting them mere inches apart, the saiyan went in for another attack, this time raising his adjacent elbow to try and strike the square of Zach's face. This was genuinly a first for the saiyan, in all his years he had never fought in the cargo hold of a moving truck. Meanwhile outside the truck Zach's master had given up on his cowardly running, reserving himself to the inevitability that once zach was dead, so was he.

"Dead man fights hard!"

His buffoonish partner aside, the two were legitimately threatening. Cabbe was still breathing heavily, Zach was clearly trying his hardest, but he was likely just making it worse...well could it be worse? They sounded like they were going to kill them.

"Zach be careful! These two are members of the dirty dozen!"

Perhaps Zach was not familiar with the term. It had been used around the house before and slaves who spoke of rebellion were often quieted by threats of an invasion by the dirty dozen. This was a pet name for the six most ferocious saiyan teams in Broc's army. Each team was made up of two saiyans, and Honjo led one of them. Usually the teams consisted of one legitimately bad dude and another in training, this was the case with each team. The problem was that while one of them might not have been a threat, the other was more than a match for any warrior. Honjo was that man. His years of battle hardened experience gave him the reputation of both undefeated, and truly sadistic.

[Zach]

Launching his right arm forward intending to smash his fist across the elder Saiyan's face, Zach was prepared for it to miss, he wasn't happy that his shot missed and would have much preferred that his knuckles scraped across the Saiyan's smug features with all his might. Instead though the boy's fist met only air but as he'd had some training Zach didn't expect every one of his shots to land and tried to quickly work the miss to an advantage. At the elder Saiyan ducked in lower and started to throw an attack of his own, Zach let his arm over extend and while it left his right flank open it put him in an excellent position to bring his own elbow down on top of the Saiyan's shoulder. So with the full power if all the muscle groups involved, Zach brought his right elbow down with ritchous power, intending to smash the Saiyan's clavicle to dust. Yes he saw the other man launching an attack of his own, but he'd make no move to avoid it, instead putting all of his power into the downward thrust.

With his left arm still guarding the left side of his head and right arm coming down to rain bloody horror upon the elder Saiyan and in the process guarding him from an attack from the right side, the only avenue open was strait up the middle and giving the other man's diminutive stature, that was right were the Saiyan's blow thrust through. The enemy elbow smashed right up, narrowly passing the teen's underarm and crashed into his right cheek. Zach did his best not to stumble as his head snapped to the side and the tase of blood filled his mouth, he followed through with every once of strength he had in bringing the mighty power of his own elbow down even as the force of the one he's just taken forced his body to follow the motion of his head. The blow may have hit, it may not have, Zach didn't know for the moment as he finally sucummed to the momentum imparted to his body and stumbled to the side, once more crashing into one of the flimsy walls of the truck and leaving another bulging dent.

He master yelled something, something about dirt, but the boy was too focussed, or rather too much of his available focus was trained on getting upright again, the rest was lost in a haze from the two shots he'd taken to the head. A few of the words Zach understood and the message that his taxed brain computed was that his master was actually rooting for him. It was something that filled the boy with both hope and dread, first hope that his master cared enough to say anything of the kind but dread that he had actually said it, implying that he himself would not or could not defend himself. Was the blonde really in this alone? Could his master do nothing? He's been savagely beaten by the man dozens if not hundreds of times and now the great Master was powerless? What hope did the teen have against men that so cowed the great Master who himself regularly destroyed the teen for fun?

Zach could think about these things now, he was wasting time, paused against the truck's wall, he had to move. Regaining his footing, the boy launched himself once more at the elder Saiyan, what ever condition the man might be in the teen intended to come up at speed and launch a knee into the central mass of his body and if successful, a second and then finally rais his arms high, link his fists and bring them down like a great hammer onto the Saigan's back.

[Tenshu]

The attack was a double edged sword. Honjo didn't possess the maneuverability to dodge the incoming attack, so Zach's attack would hit its mark at the cost to a sharp strike to the face. This however would be his first attack of the battle, and a decent one at that.

"Ka"

The elder spat, his vein's popping as the heavy attack plowed down ward. Moving in closer to Zach as his own Elbow strike finished there was really only one way to keep another blow like that from coming down and snapping his collarbone in two. Bringing both hands down to his side Honjo would use all the force he possessed in a Ki attack that he knew would do the trick. The wind kicking up around them would be the first sign of danger, but one that would likely come too late. Pushing both palms forward into Zach's midsection he would do two things, the first was a physical push in order to knock him backwards, the second however would do far more than that.

"Shockwave!"

The Ki rippled from the ground up, it was invisible even to those who could sense the energy. It was an exertion of force forward. If Zach managed to get out of the way the ripple would literally rip open the wall of the truck and reveal the environment around them, the edges of what was once a simple farmland. If however zach was in the way, he would be pushed into the wall, and subsequently pushed out of it revealing the very same. Either way the fight would be taken outside the truck as Honjo exhaled with a rusty sigh of relief and jumped out of the hole he -or zach- had created.

"Your tool has one hell of a punch Cabbe."

He leered, his partner snickering as the old man began to rub his shoulder. His neck making a creaking noise that was not quite a crack, but more than a simple massage. His eyes met Zach wherever he had landed and stayed from attack, his hands rising into an actual fighting stance. Perhaps it was his odd way of showing his opponent a bit of respect. Human or not the man had suffered blow after blow in order to land a single, all be it powerful, strike. That was respectable.