[?] The End

[Paragus]

It was over. All the battles, all the death, everything was finally said and done. Bodies laid everywhere. There want a spot on the cold surface of the planet that want covered by a dead carcass. A darkened stream of blood and filth traveled throughout the ground, created by the men that battled here only hours ago. A mixture of emotions coursed through the saiyans vein. He was so glad it was over, he wouldn?t have been able to take the stress of it any longer.

?I hope they liked the show? Para muttered sarcastically. He was really thinking that the viewers should be lucky that they weren?t involved.

Dante had been victorious, but it had not come without a price. They had to battle against a determined United Army. Some of Para?s troops were still alive and he was proud to see them stand. A few were dazed and badly injured but they all managed to stand up tall with their General and for that he commended them. The saiyan elites body was covered in wounds and open gashes. He placed his hand over his shoulder to stop the blood from trickling down his stomach. He turned to his men.

They fought hard and never let up. You could see the effects of battle take their toll. Their faces were pale and gloomy. Patches of dirt were placed sparatically around their expressions. Blood came out of their open wounds and flowed down their clothing. The saiyan opened his mouth as if to speak but he could find the words. Words flew out after an akward pause.

?We may have been out numbered. We may have been out equipt, but we definitely had more heart. We proved to be an opponent worth challenging and to me WE won this game.? The men tried to smile but they were hurting too much.

?Let them bask in the glory of their Victory, but let us bask in the glory of our own. We did the bast we could and we took a lot of those guys down. You showed no fear in the face of your enemies. You lifted the fear of dying from your soul. You were United!? Para placed his hand up in the air for the last time in this grueling game.

Tears gathered in the eyes of some of Para?s men as they too put there hands up in the sky. Para slowly brought his hand back to his side and thought about all that had happened at Cristo. The once proud Fortress laid before him in shambles. The Catapult fire, the trenches, the battle for the inner sanctum all happened here. He placed his stained white glove over his beating heart. His eyes closed and the memories poured through his skull. He placed his hand onto one of the uncovered parts of the ground and said his goodbye. It wouldn?t be long before he was transported back to reality and back to the life he once lived.

?Its been fun.? He said tapping the ground. He stood up and walked toward the entrance of the breach, off to bigger and better things.

OOC: Thanks for the memories