Here is the third installment of my History of Vegetasei. I am sorry it
took so long to get out, but real life does have a way of interfering.
Again I extend the usual disclaimers. Enjoy.
The Saiyans were an incredibly powerful race of beings. Not
many other beings rivaled their strength, most never even came close.
Even the weakest of Saiyans could take on the strongest of another
race and beat them in an one on one combat fight. Saiyans also had
the ability to increase their power levels in several ways, which also
gave them an edge. There were three major ways a Saiyan could
increase his or her power level that the Saiyans on Vegetasei knew of.
The first two increased the power level by small increments, while the
third, increased their power level significantly. The story of the first
Super Saiyan reached legendary proportions as it was past down from
generation to generation; the story has it that it was due to this third
method of increasing ones power that the first Super Saiyan came into
existence. However the power was so eradicate and unpredictable that
he did not sustain it for very long, even in oozaru form, before
erupting in an explosion of power, thus ending the life of the Super
Saiyan, but not the promise it invoked in the minds of all the Saiyan
race. Fighting was the life breath of a Saiyan's essence, and along
with that came the notion of a warrior's honor of dying in battle. So a
Saiyan warrior was likely to use all possible methods of increasing his
power level, each warrior, no matter what class, attempting to attain
the legendary status of the first Super Saiyan.
The first method was the smallest power raise of all three,
and this was by simply eating. This was due to the Saiyans
metabolism, because the nutrients from the food were completely
broken down by the time it reached the stomach, they were
immediately absorbed into the blood stream in the small intestine.
Those materials that were unabsorbed by the intestine were
exterminated in the same manner as our digestive track, only Saiyans
had more efficient metabolisms in that they did not create very much
waste product. The energy gained by the ingestion of food , was
almost immediately available for use and had almost restorative
powers.
The second form of increase was through just plain old
fighting. By the mere act of training and sparring others, a Saiyan
was able to slowly build up his power level. If he trained particularly
vigorously and pushed the envelope, than the power gain could be
greater, but was not as great as the final method. Training of course
was the Saiyans mainstay, while if a Saiyan was not training for a
battle they were partaking of one. Some third-class warriors were
even known to reach the warrior-class status, after fighting in so many
battles and surviving. However, it was rare for any Saiyan warrior to
reach the level of an elite, unless they were born to it, although it was
not completely unheard of. By training hard and fighting many battles
a Saiyan might increase his power level by nearly half of his original
power level.
The third method was the deadliest and the main cause of
death in battle among Saiyans. The main philosophy on Vegetasei
was one identical to one found on Earth, it was as follows: What
doesn't kill you today, makes you more powerful tomorrow. Another
version of this philosophy was 'Finish your opponent, and reap the
reward, or be the one finished, and see the next dimension'. By
coming close to death, a Saiyan once healed would increase in power
by half of his original power level instantly. In other words a Saiyan
with a power level of 2,000 would increase by 1,000 after a near death
experience and recover with a power level of 3,000. The only
condition to this is the other opponent has to be of a higher power
level than the power level of the Saiyan that is defeated. So for a
Saiyan to come across someone of a higher power level and survive a
near death situation was practically unheard of. Indeed it wasn't until
the Saiyans met up with King Cold that they ever met any being more
powerful than they own king. And it wasn't until after they were
formally part of the Planet Trade Order that this third method was the
cause of the Saiyans extermination by the hand of Frieza.
Most beings in the Universe have a fixed power level at birth.
Some races were adept at hiding their true power level in multiple
forms they could change at will, such as King Cold and his sons, these
beings were known as changelings. Other races could suppress their
true power level, until they tapped into it by powering up, but they
could only go as far as their birth power level allowed them. Still
others were considered were-beings. Were-beings could only change
their power level at times when they are forced by natural events in
their bodies, usually attune to an environmental factor, such as the
moon, to transform into an alternative form. The Saiyans would
undergo such transformations when they became oozaru, this was due
to a stimulus received from the waxing period of a moon by their tail
glands. The tail glands would then secrete a type of hormone that
triggered the transformation process, by activating primitive genes that
would otherwise stay dormant. Of course if a Saiyan's tail were
removed this would prevent the oozaru form from occurring. It was
due to this transformational process that Saiyans were categorized by
others as only were-beings, and not by their true power mode. Only
Saiyans and a few others, such as humans, to a small extent, and
namekians, have the ability to tap into a core essence that could enable
the being to reach an even greater, sometimes unlimited, source of
power than their birth power level. It was this error in labeling that
allowed the Saiyans to become members of the Planet Trade Order and
not to be immediately destroyed by King Cold.
As King Cold's ship headed to the planet Arkoza, only three
days away, the Saiyan captain floated inside of a rejuvenation tank,
gently being healed of all his wounds. It had taken only a day in a
half for the worst of the captain's wounds to be healed. The medical
technicians were amazed by this ability to heal so fast. After the
second day the captain was becoming more coherent of his
surroundings. Meanwhile, in his chambers King Cold was relaxing
with a glass of Clarvion wine, as he thought over the implications of
his most recent adventures.
"Damn the Arkozian nuisances! It will be a shame to lose all
that excellent technology. Oh well, I must make an example of them
to the others, who might try to circumvent me and find new means to
acquiring planets." King Cold pondered, taking a long sip of his
wine. "Ahh, but who are these Saiyans? Where do they get their
strength and fighting stamina. If I could only outfit all of my ships
with these creatures, I would surely be more productive then I am
already, and perhaps more feared. They do not seem to have a very
large thinking capacity, which can only mean that they probably do
the bidding of a leader. Hmm." Taking another sip of wine, "I must
find out more about the Saiyans and their culture, perhaps, yes, that's
it, perhaps I might find a way to make them an offer they can't
refuse." At this King Cold gave a slight chuckle
While King Cold was musing about the Saiyans, the Saiyan
captain was stirring in his rejuvenation tank. With a start, he awoke,
opening his eyes wide, he was surprised to find himself immersed in a
liquid. "Is this the other dimension?" he thought out loud. At the
sound of someone shifting in the rejuvenation tank, the technician on
duty stepped over to the tank to see if the Saiyan creature had awoken.
Catching sight of the blue with big orange spotted being the Saiyan
captain again started, realizing the he was actually still alive. As the
medical technician inputted the finished sequence to drain the rejuv
tank, a hand crashed through the observation window of the tank and
grasped itself around his neck. Snapping the creatures neck in two,
the Saiyan captain punched the rest of the way out of the apparatus.
The liquid gushed out over and past his feet as he stepped out.
Looking around, he noticed the flashing red lights overhead and a
deep beeping sound resonating around the room. He began to realize
that he was standing inside of what seemed to be a medical facility,
and he wondered, 'why would someone would want to heal me?…
Unless they had plans to torture information from me. Well I will
have to show them that an elite warrior, brother to the king, is not
someone to be messed with.'
Just as he finished this thought, a small armed squadron of
what looked like soldiers came huddling into the medical room.
Pointing their blasters at him, they stepped aside to allow another
soldier pasted. This was someone the captain recognized from the
battle.
"Well Saiyan, it looks like we didn't beat all the spunk out of
you while on planetside. ( Hee Hee) I guess we'll have to change that!"
Dodoria taunted, he charged up a ki blast in his right hand.
"You stupid pink blob! You will not find me so easy to trick
with your puny efforts at fighting this time around. Your first mistake
of healing me, will also be your last!" And with that he rushed
Dodoria, knocking his shoulder right into Dodoria's stomach.
Offset from the sudden attack from the captain, Dodoria tried
to elbow the Saiyan's now exposed back. However, he was not fast
enough, and as his elbow went past the point were it would have met
the captain's back, a fist slammed into the right side of his face and
sent him flying through the wall of the medical facility and back into
the hall he had just vacated to enter the medical room. Making a large
indent into the opposite wall of the hallway, he quickly recovered to
block another fist from impacting his side for a vicious kidney punch.
Holding quick to that fist, he followed through by catching the other
fist that was suddenly aimed at his face. Grunting from the
unexpected effort of holding the Saiyan in a battle of strength, Dodoria
was surprised to find the captain to be so much more powerful than he
was in their original fight. Although the captain was still no match
for Dodoria's birth power level, he did have the element of surprise on
his side. And with that the captain relaxed his press forward toward
Dodoria, and allowed Dodoria to extend his own intended movement
forward to overpower the Saiyan. In doing this maneuver, Dodoria
was again thrown off balance allowing the Saiyan to knee Dodoria in
the stomach, and with the force of the move, throw Dodoria into the
opposite wall the hallway breaking the hand holds.
A voice pierced through the adrenaline pumping through the
captain's ears.
"That will be enough, Saiyan!" King Cold spoke with the icy
touch of one who has ultimate power and authority.
The captain turned toward this source of loathing with
complete contempt. King Cold fixed him in the eye, allowing him to
know that no matter what the captain was thinking of doing, he would
not be allowed the time needed to execute it Even with this threat, the
captain rushed forward seething in the absolute rage. Just as he was
about to do a flying knee to the temple kick, two beams of ki escaped
from out of King Cold's eyes and pierced the captain's chest, leaving
in their wake two bleeding gashes cut completely through the captain's
body. Stopped mid-jump, the captain's body fell to the floor, with a
resounding thump, dead.
"Arrogant animals, Saiyans." King Cold said almost
thoughtfully. Looking over to where Dodoria was now standing in
dejection, he directed, "Dodoria, meet me in my office chambers in
five minutes, after you have dispatched a clean up team to fix this
mess." He spoke in an air cool boredom, that everyone who ever came
in contact with King Cold knew immediately to fear.
Sweat rolling off his neck, Dodoria just sank into a deep bow
of submission, and did not straighten up until he knew that King Cold
had left. He then immediately dispatched a clean up crew with
mechanics to fix the damage that had been done to the medical room
and hallway, as well as clean up the remains of the now deceased
Saiyan captain. Before leaving to attend to King Cold, he turned to
the dead Saiyan, prepared a ki blast and sent it to completely decimate
the remains, leaving only scorch marks where it once lay. "Humph!
Damn Saiyan dog!" grunted Dodoria and he turned and headed toward
King Cold's chambers.
King Cold was sitting in his command chair, as Dodoria
walked through the sliding door of the Overlord's chamber. Casually
looking up from the computer readout that he was browsing through,
King Cold pushed the computer screen to the side of his chair.
Dodoria humbly approached the seated lord, "Sire, I came as soon as I
could." He replied as he sunk in to a deep bow.
"It seems to me Dodoria, that you have become lazy in the
fortunes my company has brought to you." King Cold began, with a
sarcastic air.
"My lord?" Dodoria responded not feeling optimistic.
"Shut up, you ignorant buffoon!" King Cold snapped, as he
rose from his chair. Dodoria shrank even further in his bow, almost
huddling on the floor now in fear. King Cold turned and walked over
to the large bubble window that looked out into the vastness of the
galaxy as they sped through it. Pausing for a couple moments, to let
the effect of his anger sink in to its pinnacle. King Cold continued, "It
was apparent to everyone on this ship that that dog of a creature,
known as a Saiyan, had you bleating like a stuck pig all over MY
corridor only a few moments ago."
"I…I'm sorry my lord, I was caught off guard and .."
stuttered a fearful Dodoria.
King Cold raised his finger in warning. "Next time you
speak, you will no longer be in this dimension, Dodoria." Dodoria
sank to lay prostrate on the floor, which with his bulk was nearly
comedic. King Cold turning his face to look over his shoulder at
Dodoria, and smirked in amusement. Turning completely, he walked
back over to his seat and eased himself back into the comfort of the
chair. "Yes, well it also seems to me that perhaps I have been remiss
in giving you more challenges to deal with, that a low level animal can
come out of no where, and almost best one of my most powerful
soldiers out of sheer ability to fight." King Cold said as he stared at
the quivering pink tub of lard in front of him. "Well then I am going
to have to amend that mistake by sending you to my son, Frieza, I am
almost certain he will find plenty of challenges for you to partake of in
the Darmina Quadrant." This statement elicited a whimper from the
pink mass. "Yes, I know he is quite the taskmaster, my little Frieza, it
makes me proud to have such a ruthless conqueror in my youngest
son. While Coola takes care of the diplomacy, Frieza takes care of the
harder to acquire planets. I couldn't ask for a more adorable
children." King Cold went on with a look of fatherly pride on his
face. "So Dodoria, once I have seen to this little unpleasant matter
with the Arkozians, we will go back to Cold Base Station, and from
there you will be sent to Frieza. Think of it as a reprieve for your
ineptitude, I am almost positive my son will not be nearly as forgiving
me. Now leave!" And with a flourish King Cold twirled his
command chair to face the huge window.
Dodoria laid prostrate for another moment and then crawled
backwards to the door and crawled completely out of the chamber as
the doors slide open. When doors slid shut again, he breathed a
shuttering breath, and sat back on his knees. Staring at the door now
shut in front of him, he let another whimper, 'Frieza!' was the only
coherent thought his mind could form. He slowly got up and wound
his way through the corridors of the massive ship, until he came to his
quarters. No one dared speak to him, as they viewed the horrified look
on his face when he pasted them. As the door to his chamber slid
closed behind him, Dodoria fell forward in a dead faint.
Meanwhile on planet Arkoza, the Arkozians ate and drank
and slept, completely unaware of the danger that was hurtling towards
them at warp speed. At the same time on Vegetasei, the current king
of Vegetasei was getting the latest report on the team that he had sent
to the planet the Arkozians had wanted him to get them in the barter
agreement.
"Your majesty, I have not heard any messages from the
planet. We know that their radios are receiving our incoming
messages, but they have not responded to our inquiries." The third-
class scientist soldier reported, with his arm and fist to his chest in
deference to his king.
"How long has this been going on?" asked the king.
"About a week, we at first thought they might have been too
busy purging, but they would have responded by now, unless…" the
soldier trailed off.
"Unless what?!" exclaimed the king. "I sent my own brother,
Maizu, to see to this purge personally. I know he would not fail me!"
"Yes sire, he is the second most powerful among us all. You
are right, we should not have bothered you with this." The third-class
soldier replied, bowing and taking steps back as to leave.
"Hold!" The king stopped the soldiers retreat. "Give it two
more days, and by then if Maizu does not report then I will look into
this personally!" With that exclamation, the king stood and strode out
of the throne room, exiting from the side to his royal wing in the
palace. As he strode through the long hallway to his sitting chamber,
he was deep in thought.
'Perhaps this was not such a good idea after all to get
involved with those Arkozians.' Thought the king. Entering his
sitting room, he walked to stand in front of the large fire place. 'I
knew there was something that pathetic excuse for a leader was
holding back.' He walked over to a large wooden chair, adorn only
with a simple deep rust colored cushion on its very seat. Sinking into
it he continued his train of thoughts. 'Perhaps I should have sent a
large team, with Maizu, after all we did not know what kind of
technology the inhabitants had, besides what the swindling Arkozian
said they had. I should have never trusted that weakling!' He gazed
angrily into the flames of the fire before him. Rising from his seat, he
again strode to the fireplace, leaning his forearm on the high mantel.
'Well the House of Corn did not take over the name of Vegeta over
200 years ago to be defeated now. I will find out what has happened
in two days, and if there has been any foul play on the Arkozians' part.
They will know my wrath!' He pushed away from the mantel in fury,
and strode to the door of the chamber. Heading to the dining hall, he
decided it was time to eat something, so that he could begin a new
training session.
Two solar systems away King Cold was on the final approach
to Planet Arkoza.
"My lord, the Arkozian Ambassador to the Planet Trade
Order is now on you com board."
"Well, well Bodi, it is good to hear from you after all this
time." King Cold spoke with an air of graciousness at the image of
the ambassador on the front com screen.
"Yes, your lordness, I was not expecting to hear from you for
another five years!" Responded the Arkozian glibly.
At that response King Cold's smile widened, around him his
crew began to grow sweaty. "Now Bodi, you know I always look out
for the benefit of my clients, otherwise I wouldn't be in business, now
would I."
Ambassador Bodi, blinked at that remark, starting to visibly
wonder what had brought King Cold to the Arkozian's planetside.
"Now what benefit is that which you have in mind, King Cold?" asked
the Arkozian.
"Well you see, I just happened to be flying around the galaxy,
and I came upon a perfect planet that meets all of your specifications
for colonization. And I thought to come over and close our deal, it
seems I have had to make some minor changes in the order of planet
acquisitions recently." King Cold warmly responded.
"I see, well then, please feel free to land, so that we can see to
your comforts personally, as long as you stay with us, Overlord Cold."
Beamed the now gracious ambassador.
"Thank you, you are most generous, however, I am in a bit of
a hurry, and landing and taking off take too much time. I would
prefer it if you would send your delegation to my ship, to look over the
specifications, and finalize the deal." Smiled King Cold smoothly.
The ambassador hesitated for a few moments, "Hmm, well I
don't see why not, after all it is Arkozian battle technology that is the
most powerful on the market these days." Replied the now slightly
cocky ambassador.
"Of course, I do deal with only the best." King Cold said in
response.
Smiling broadly, the ambassador responded in kind, "I will
see you soon then, over and out."
As the communication link was broke and the image of the
ambassador faded to black on the com screen, King Cold's warm smile
was replaced with an icy sneer of contempt. "Tell me the moment the
convoy of the ambassador reaches the docking port. I will be in the
tower." He told his crew as he turned to leave the operations bridge.
"Yes sire!" Chorused the crew to the already vanished King
Cold.
As the small Arkozian vessel carrying the ambassador and his
small retinue enter the docking port of King Cold's space cruiser. The
doors behind then shut with a loud clank and the locking mechanism
was heard to move into place. At the same time King Cold emerged
from the tower, seated in a chair still attached to his ship, and pointed
a finger, already decorated with a pinkish purple glowing ki ball,
toward the doomed Planet of Arkoza. As the ki ball left his finger, it
grew in size as it steadily progress towards the planet. Never knowing
what hit them, the Arkozians were burnt to oblivion in a matter of
minutes, as the ki blast roved over the entire planets surface, engulfing
it in a blaze of destruction. Knowing it was only a matter of minutes
before the entire planet exploded, once the ki blast reached its core,
King Cold reentered the tower, and ordered his crew to move the ship
to a safer location, while he proceeded to the docking port.
The ambassador and his small retinue of only six other
Arkozians were completely surrounded by King Cold's crew. The
irony of the situation did not miss the ambassador as the weapons that
were pointed at them were manufactured by Arkozians. The blasters
were the best in the galaxy, however, King Cold was already too
powerful to be effected by such devices, as the Arkozians were about to
find out the hard way. Pointing their own blasters that were of a
newer model at the surrounding soldiers, the Arkozians felt they were
in a stale mate situation, with a slight advantage on the technological
on their side. That was when King Cold stepped in, and without so
much as a 'howdy do' he finished off the other six Arkozians leaving
only the ambassador standing alive. The ambassador stood gaping at
the result of King Cold's ki.
"As you can see the blasters are of no effect when it comes to
power, so you might as well surrender, and live for awhile longer,
Bodi." King Cold spoke in a cool mocking tone.
The ambassador dropped his weapon and cleared his throat.
"Err…well…err..yes..I see…"stammered the now complacent
Arkozian.
"If you will follow me. I have some questions to put to you,
concerning the beings known as Saiyans." King Cold turned with a
flourish. The Arkozian hesitated for but a second and followed King
Cold to his command chamber.
Upon entering the chamber King Cold sat at once at the
command chair and turned an intense stare at the Arkozian. Bodi
came to stand directly in front of King Cold, now knowing there was
no way around the inevitable. "I believe you know the protocol for
those that are in defeat?" asked King Cold rhetorically with an
eyebrow ridge raised.
At that Bodi sunk to his knees, and immediately replied,
"Please spare my life, your highness, I will tell you anything you need
to know!" sobbed the last Arkozian.
"Hmm, let me think I believe the typical response is: I may
spare you life, you slug of a creature, if you tell me everything I need
to know about the Saiyans." At the last word King Cold leaned
forward to emphasis the threat, gleaming viciously at his prey.
After about five hours had passed in the command chamber,
the door slid open to let out a completely dejected Arkozian. As he
entered the hallway, he looked about with a look of defeat and turned
to his right, heading for the science core of the ship's tactical
compliment.
Inside the chamber, King Cold pressed the button that was a
direct link to his pilot. "Set a course for the Darmina Quadrant sector
Epsilon, Star Route K4 E9 T11 and mark in our planet catalog a
'Vegetasei'." He paused for a moment and added, "Also, contact my
son, Frieza, and let him know we will be visiting his section of the
galaxy."
Note: I will hopefully have the last installment out soon and the next
chapter of Kauli's Story (not that I expect you to remember that at this
late date) but anyhow, I have renewed respect and gratitude to all those
fanfiction writers out there. So please enjoy and until the next chapter,
peace V{^ -^}, -Tofu3k
took so long to get out, but real life does have a way of interfering.
Again I extend the usual disclaimers. Enjoy.
The Saiyans were an incredibly powerful race of beings. Not
many other beings rivaled their strength, most never even came close.
Even the weakest of Saiyans could take on the strongest of another
race and beat them in an one on one combat fight. Saiyans also had
the ability to increase their power levels in several ways, which also
gave them an edge. There were three major ways a Saiyan could
increase his or her power level that the Saiyans on Vegetasei knew of.
The first two increased the power level by small increments, while the
third, increased their power level significantly. The story of the first
Super Saiyan reached legendary proportions as it was past down from
generation to generation; the story has it that it was due to this third
method of increasing ones power that the first Super Saiyan came into
existence. However the power was so eradicate and unpredictable that
he did not sustain it for very long, even in oozaru form, before
erupting in an explosion of power, thus ending the life of the Super
Saiyan, but not the promise it invoked in the minds of all the Saiyan
race. Fighting was the life breath of a Saiyan's essence, and along
with that came the notion of a warrior's honor of dying in battle. So a
Saiyan warrior was likely to use all possible methods of increasing his
power level, each warrior, no matter what class, attempting to attain
the legendary status of the first Super Saiyan.
The first method was the smallest power raise of all three,
and this was by simply eating. This was due to the Saiyans
metabolism, because the nutrients from the food were completely
broken down by the time it reached the stomach, they were
immediately absorbed into the blood stream in the small intestine.
Those materials that were unabsorbed by the intestine were
exterminated in the same manner as our digestive track, only Saiyans
had more efficient metabolisms in that they did not create very much
waste product. The energy gained by the ingestion of food , was
almost immediately available for use and had almost restorative
powers.
The second form of increase was through just plain old
fighting. By the mere act of training and sparring others, a Saiyan
was able to slowly build up his power level. If he trained particularly
vigorously and pushed the envelope, than the power gain could be
greater, but was not as great as the final method. Training of course
was the Saiyans mainstay, while if a Saiyan was not training for a
battle they were partaking of one. Some third-class warriors were
even known to reach the warrior-class status, after fighting in so many
battles and surviving. However, it was rare for any Saiyan warrior to
reach the level of an elite, unless they were born to it, although it was
not completely unheard of. By training hard and fighting many battles
a Saiyan might increase his power level by nearly half of his original
power level.
The third method was the deadliest and the main cause of
death in battle among Saiyans. The main philosophy on Vegetasei
was one identical to one found on Earth, it was as follows: What
doesn't kill you today, makes you more powerful tomorrow. Another
version of this philosophy was 'Finish your opponent, and reap the
reward, or be the one finished, and see the next dimension'. By
coming close to death, a Saiyan once healed would increase in power
by half of his original power level instantly. In other words a Saiyan
with a power level of 2,000 would increase by 1,000 after a near death
experience and recover with a power level of 3,000. The only
condition to this is the other opponent has to be of a higher power
level than the power level of the Saiyan that is defeated. So for a
Saiyan to come across someone of a higher power level and survive a
near death situation was practically unheard of. Indeed it wasn't until
the Saiyans met up with King Cold that they ever met any being more
powerful than they own king. And it wasn't until after they were
formally part of the Planet Trade Order that this third method was the
cause of the Saiyans extermination by the hand of Frieza.
Most beings in the Universe have a fixed power level at birth.
Some races were adept at hiding their true power level in multiple
forms they could change at will, such as King Cold and his sons, these
beings were known as changelings. Other races could suppress their
true power level, until they tapped into it by powering up, but they
could only go as far as their birth power level allowed them. Still
others were considered were-beings. Were-beings could only change
their power level at times when they are forced by natural events in
their bodies, usually attune to an environmental factor, such as the
moon, to transform into an alternative form. The Saiyans would
undergo such transformations when they became oozaru, this was due
to a stimulus received from the waxing period of a moon by their tail
glands. The tail glands would then secrete a type of hormone that
triggered the transformation process, by activating primitive genes that
would otherwise stay dormant. Of course if a Saiyan's tail were
removed this would prevent the oozaru form from occurring. It was
due to this transformational process that Saiyans were categorized by
others as only were-beings, and not by their true power mode. Only
Saiyans and a few others, such as humans, to a small extent, and
namekians, have the ability to tap into a core essence that could enable
the being to reach an even greater, sometimes unlimited, source of
power than their birth power level. It was this error in labeling that
allowed the Saiyans to become members of the Planet Trade Order and
not to be immediately destroyed by King Cold.
As King Cold's ship headed to the planet Arkoza, only three
days away, the Saiyan captain floated inside of a rejuvenation tank,
gently being healed of all his wounds. It had taken only a day in a
half for the worst of the captain's wounds to be healed. The medical
technicians were amazed by this ability to heal so fast. After the
second day the captain was becoming more coherent of his
surroundings. Meanwhile, in his chambers King Cold was relaxing
with a glass of Clarvion wine, as he thought over the implications of
his most recent adventures.
"Damn the Arkozian nuisances! It will be a shame to lose all
that excellent technology. Oh well, I must make an example of them
to the others, who might try to circumvent me and find new means to
acquiring planets." King Cold pondered, taking a long sip of his
wine. "Ahh, but who are these Saiyans? Where do they get their
strength and fighting stamina. If I could only outfit all of my ships
with these creatures, I would surely be more productive then I am
already, and perhaps more feared. They do not seem to have a very
large thinking capacity, which can only mean that they probably do
the bidding of a leader. Hmm." Taking another sip of wine, "I must
find out more about the Saiyans and their culture, perhaps, yes, that's
it, perhaps I might find a way to make them an offer they can't
refuse." At this King Cold gave a slight chuckle
While King Cold was musing about the Saiyans, the Saiyan
captain was stirring in his rejuvenation tank. With a start, he awoke,
opening his eyes wide, he was surprised to find himself immersed in a
liquid. "Is this the other dimension?" he thought out loud. At the
sound of someone shifting in the rejuvenation tank, the technician on
duty stepped over to the tank to see if the Saiyan creature had awoken.
Catching sight of the blue with big orange spotted being the Saiyan
captain again started, realizing the he was actually still alive. As the
medical technician inputted the finished sequence to drain the rejuv
tank, a hand crashed through the observation window of the tank and
grasped itself around his neck. Snapping the creatures neck in two,
the Saiyan captain punched the rest of the way out of the apparatus.
The liquid gushed out over and past his feet as he stepped out.
Looking around, he noticed the flashing red lights overhead and a
deep beeping sound resonating around the room. He began to realize
that he was standing inside of what seemed to be a medical facility,
and he wondered, 'why would someone would want to heal me?…
Unless they had plans to torture information from me. Well I will
have to show them that an elite warrior, brother to the king, is not
someone to be messed with.'
Just as he finished this thought, a small armed squadron of
what looked like soldiers came huddling into the medical room.
Pointing their blasters at him, they stepped aside to allow another
soldier pasted. This was someone the captain recognized from the
battle.
"Well Saiyan, it looks like we didn't beat all the spunk out of
you while on planetside. ( Hee Hee) I guess we'll have to change that!"
Dodoria taunted, he charged up a ki blast in his right hand.
"You stupid pink blob! You will not find me so easy to trick
with your puny efforts at fighting this time around. Your first mistake
of healing me, will also be your last!" And with that he rushed
Dodoria, knocking his shoulder right into Dodoria's stomach.
Offset from the sudden attack from the captain, Dodoria tried
to elbow the Saiyan's now exposed back. However, he was not fast
enough, and as his elbow went past the point were it would have met
the captain's back, a fist slammed into the right side of his face and
sent him flying through the wall of the medical facility and back into
the hall he had just vacated to enter the medical room. Making a large
indent into the opposite wall of the hallway, he quickly recovered to
block another fist from impacting his side for a vicious kidney punch.
Holding quick to that fist, he followed through by catching the other
fist that was suddenly aimed at his face. Grunting from the
unexpected effort of holding the Saiyan in a battle of strength, Dodoria
was surprised to find the captain to be so much more powerful than he
was in their original fight. Although the captain was still no match
for Dodoria's birth power level, he did have the element of surprise on
his side. And with that the captain relaxed his press forward toward
Dodoria, and allowed Dodoria to extend his own intended movement
forward to overpower the Saiyan. In doing this maneuver, Dodoria
was again thrown off balance allowing the Saiyan to knee Dodoria in
the stomach, and with the force of the move, throw Dodoria into the
opposite wall the hallway breaking the hand holds.
A voice pierced through the adrenaline pumping through the
captain's ears.
"That will be enough, Saiyan!" King Cold spoke with the icy
touch of one who has ultimate power and authority.
The captain turned toward this source of loathing with
complete contempt. King Cold fixed him in the eye, allowing him to
know that no matter what the captain was thinking of doing, he would
not be allowed the time needed to execute it Even with this threat, the
captain rushed forward seething in the absolute rage. Just as he was
about to do a flying knee to the temple kick, two beams of ki escaped
from out of King Cold's eyes and pierced the captain's chest, leaving
in their wake two bleeding gashes cut completely through the captain's
body. Stopped mid-jump, the captain's body fell to the floor, with a
resounding thump, dead.
"Arrogant animals, Saiyans." King Cold said almost
thoughtfully. Looking over to where Dodoria was now standing in
dejection, he directed, "Dodoria, meet me in my office chambers in
five minutes, after you have dispatched a clean up team to fix this
mess." He spoke in an air cool boredom, that everyone who ever came
in contact with King Cold knew immediately to fear.
Sweat rolling off his neck, Dodoria just sank into a deep bow
of submission, and did not straighten up until he knew that King Cold
had left. He then immediately dispatched a clean up crew with
mechanics to fix the damage that had been done to the medical room
and hallway, as well as clean up the remains of the now deceased
Saiyan captain. Before leaving to attend to King Cold, he turned to
the dead Saiyan, prepared a ki blast and sent it to completely decimate
the remains, leaving only scorch marks where it once lay. "Humph!
Damn Saiyan dog!" grunted Dodoria and he turned and headed toward
King Cold's chambers.
King Cold was sitting in his command chair, as Dodoria
walked through the sliding door of the Overlord's chamber. Casually
looking up from the computer readout that he was browsing through,
King Cold pushed the computer screen to the side of his chair.
Dodoria humbly approached the seated lord, "Sire, I came as soon as I
could." He replied as he sunk in to a deep bow.
"It seems to me Dodoria, that you have become lazy in the
fortunes my company has brought to you." King Cold began, with a
sarcastic air.
"My lord?" Dodoria responded not feeling optimistic.
"Shut up, you ignorant buffoon!" King Cold snapped, as he
rose from his chair. Dodoria shrank even further in his bow, almost
huddling on the floor now in fear. King Cold turned and walked over
to the large bubble window that looked out into the vastness of the
galaxy as they sped through it. Pausing for a couple moments, to let
the effect of his anger sink in to its pinnacle. King Cold continued, "It
was apparent to everyone on this ship that that dog of a creature,
known as a Saiyan, had you bleating like a stuck pig all over MY
corridor only a few moments ago."
"I…I'm sorry my lord, I was caught off guard and .."
stuttered a fearful Dodoria.
King Cold raised his finger in warning. "Next time you
speak, you will no longer be in this dimension, Dodoria." Dodoria
sank to lay prostrate on the floor, which with his bulk was nearly
comedic. King Cold turning his face to look over his shoulder at
Dodoria, and smirked in amusement. Turning completely, he walked
back over to his seat and eased himself back into the comfort of the
chair. "Yes, well it also seems to me that perhaps I have been remiss
in giving you more challenges to deal with, that a low level animal can
come out of no where, and almost best one of my most powerful
soldiers out of sheer ability to fight." King Cold said as he stared at
the quivering pink tub of lard in front of him. "Well then I am going
to have to amend that mistake by sending you to my son, Frieza, I am
almost certain he will find plenty of challenges for you to partake of in
the Darmina Quadrant." This statement elicited a whimper from the
pink mass. "Yes, I know he is quite the taskmaster, my little Frieza, it
makes me proud to have such a ruthless conqueror in my youngest
son. While Coola takes care of the diplomacy, Frieza takes care of the
harder to acquire planets. I couldn't ask for a more adorable
children." King Cold went on with a look of fatherly pride on his
face. "So Dodoria, once I have seen to this little unpleasant matter
with the Arkozians, we will go back to Cold Base Station, and from
there you will be sent to Frieza. Think of it as a reprieve for your
ineptitude, I am almost positive my son will not be nearly as forgiving
me. Now leave!" And with a flourish King Cold twirled his
command chair to face the huge window.
Dodoria laid prostrate for another moment and then crawled
backwards to the door and crawled completely out of the chamber as
the doors slide open. When doors slid shut again, he breathed a
shuttering breath, and sat back on his knees. Staring at the door now
shut in front of him, he let another whimper, 'Frieza!' was the only
coherent thought his mind could form. He slowly got up and wound
his way through the corridors of the massive ship, until he came to his
quarters. No one dared speak to him, as they viewed the horrified look
on his face when he pasted them. As the door to his chamber slid
closed behind him, Dodoria fell forward in a dead faint.
Meanwhile on planet Arkoza, the Arkozians ate and drank
and slept, completely unaware of the danger that was hurtling towards
them at warp speed. At the same time on Vegetasei, the current king
of Vegetasei was getting the latest report on the team that he had sent
to the planet the Arkozians had wanted him to get them in the barter
agreement.
"Your majesty, I have not heard any messages from the
planet. We know that their radios are receiving our incoming
messages, but they have not responded to our inquiries." The third-
class scientist soldier reported, with his arm and fist to his chest in
deference to his king.
"How long has this been going on?" asked the king.
"About a week, we at first thought they might have been too
busy purging, but they would have responded by now, unless…" the
soldier trailed off.
"Unless what?!" exclaimed the king. "I sent my own brother,
Maizu, to see to this purge personally. I know he would not fail me!"
"Yes sire, he is the second most powerful among us all. You
are right, we should not have bothered you with this." The third-class
soldier replied, bowing and taking steps back as to leave.
"Hold!" The king stopped the soldiers retreat. "Give it two
more days, and by then if Maizu does not report then I will look into
this personally!" With that exclamation, the king stood and strode out
of the throne room, exiting from the side to his royal wing in the
palace. As he strode through the long hallway to his sitting chamber,
he was deep in thought.
'Perhaps this was not such a good idea after all to get
involved with those Arkozians.' Thought the king. Entering his
sitting room, he walked to stand in front of the large fire place. 'I
knew there was something that pathetic excuse for a leader was
holding back.' He walked over to a large wooden chair, adorn only
with a simple deep rust colored cushion on its very seat. Sinking into
it he continued his train of thoughts. 'Perhaps I should have sent a
large team, with Maizu, after all we did not know what kind of
technology the inhabitants had, besides what the swindling Arkozian
said they had. I should have never trusted that weakling!' He gazed
angrily into the flames of the fire before him. Rising from his seat, he
again strode to the fireplace, leaning his forearm on the high mantel.
'Well the House of Corn did not take over the name of Vegeta over
200 years ago to be defeated now. I will find out what has happened
in two days, and if there has been any foul play on the Arkozians' part.
They will know my wrath!' He pushed away from the mantel in fury,
and strode to the door of the chamber. Heading to the dining hall, he
decided it was time to eat something, so that he could begin a new
training session.
Two solar systems away King Cold was on the final approach
to Planet Arkoza.
"My lord, the Arkozian Ambassador to the Planet Trade
Order is now on you com board."
"Well, well Bodi, it is good to hear from you after all this
time." King Cold spoke with an air of graciousness at the image of
the ambassador on the front com screen.
"Yes, your lordness, I was not expecting to hear from you for
another five years!" Responded the Arkozian glibly.
At that response King Cold's smile widened, around him his
crew began to grow sweaty. "Now Bodi, you know I always look out
for the benefit of my clients, otherwise I wouldn't be in business, now
would I."
Ambassador Bodi, blinked at that remark, starting to visibly
wonder what had brought King Cold to the Arkozian's planetside.
"Now what benefit is that which you have in mind, King Cold?" asked
the Arkozian.
"Well you see, I just happened to be flying around the galaxy,
and I came upon a perfect planet that meets all of your specifications
for colonization. And I thought to come over and close our deal, it
seems I have had to make some minor changes in the order of planet
acquisitions recently." King Cold warmly responded.
"I see, well then, please feel free to land, so that we can see to
your comforts personally, as long as you stay with us, Overlord Cold."
Beamed the now gracious ambassador.
"Thank you, you are most generous, however, I am in a bit of
a hurry, and landing and taking off take too much time. I would
prefer it if you would send your delegation to my ship, to look over the
specifications, and finalize the deal." Smiled King Cold smoothly.
The ambassador hesitated for a few moments, "Hmm, well I
don't see why not, after all it is Arkozian battle technology that is the
most powerful on the market these days." Replied the now slightly
cocky ambassador.
"Of course, I do deal with only the best." King Cold said in
response.
Smiling broadly, the ambassador responded in kind, "I will
see you soon then, over and out."
As the communication link was broke and the image of the
ambassador faded to black on the com screen, King Cold's warm smile
was replaced with an icy sneer of contempt. "Tell me the moment the
convoy of the ambassador reaches the docking port. I will be in the
tower." He told his crew as he turned to leave the operations bridge.
"Yes sire!" Chorused the crew to the already vanished King
Cold.
As the small Arkozian vessel carrying the ambassador and his
small retinue enter the docking port of King Cold's space cruiser. The
doors behind then shut with a loud clank and the locking mechanism
was heard to move into place. At the same time King Cold emerged
from the tower, seated in a chair still attached to his ship, and pointed
a finger, already decorated with a pinkish purple glowing ki ball,
toward the doomed Planet of Arkoza. As the ki ball left his finger, it
grew in size as it steadily progress towards the planet. Never knowing
what hit them, the Arkozians were burnt to oblivion in a matter of
minutes, as the ki blast roved over the entire planets surface, engulfing
it in a blaze of destruction. Knowing it was only a matter of minutes
before the entire planet exploded, once the ki blast reached its core,
King Cold reentered the tower, and ordered his crew to move the ship
to a safer location, while he proceeded to the docking port.
The ambassador and his small retinue of only six other
Arkozians were completely surrounded by King Cold's crew. The
irony of the situation did not miss the ambassador as the weapons that
were pointed at them were manufactured by Arkozians. The blasters
were the best in the galaxy, however, King Cold was already too
powerful to be effected by such devices, as the Arkozians were about to
find out the hard way. Pointing their own blasters that were of a
newer model at the surrounding soldiers, the Arkozians felt they were
in a stale mate situation, with a slight advantage on the technological
on their side. That was when King Cold stepped in, and without so
much as a 'howdy do' he finished off the other six Arkozians leaving
only the ambassador standing alive. The ambassador stood gaping at
the result of King Cold's ki.
"As you can see the blasters are of no effect when it comes to
power, so you might as well surrender, and live for awhile longer,
Bodi." King Cold spoke in a cool mocking tone.
The ambassador dropped his weapon and cleared his throat.
"Err…well…err..yes..I see…"stammered the now complacent
Arkozian.
"If you will follow me. I have some questions to put to you,
concerning the beings known as Saiyans." King Cold turned with a
flourish. The Arkozian hesitated for but a second and followed King
Cold to his command chamber.
Upon entering the chamber King Cold sat at once at the
command chair and turned an intense stare at the Arkozian. Bodi
came to stand directly in front of King Cold, now knowing there was
no way around the inevitable. "I believe you know the protocol for
those that are in defeat?" asked King Cold rhetorically with an
eyebrow ridge raised.
At that Bodi sunk to his knees, and immediately replied,
"Please spare my life, your highness, I will tell you anything you need
to know!" sobbed the last Arkozian.
"Hmm, let me think I believe the typical response is: I may
spare you life, you slug of a creature, if you tell me everything I need
to know about the Saiyans." At the last word King Cold leaned
forward to emphasis the threat, gleaming viciously at his prey.
After about five hours had passed in the command chamber,
the door slid open to let out a completely dejected Arkozian. As he
entered the hallway, he looked about with a look of defeat and turned
to his right, heading for the science core of the ship's tactical
compliment.
Inside the chamber, King Cold pressed the button that was a
direct link to his pilot. "Set a course for the Darmina Quadrant sector
Epsilon, Star Route K4 E9 T11 and mark in our planet catalog a
'Vegetasei'." He paused for a moment and added, "Also, contact my
son, Frieza, and let him know we will be visiting his section of the
galaxy."
Note: I will hopefully have the last installment out soon and the next
chapter of Kauli's Story (not that I expect you to remember that at this
late date) but anyhow, I have renewed respect and gratitude to all those
fanfiction writers out there. So please enjoy and until the next chapter,
peace V{^ -^}, -Tofu3k