1. Into the Fray
Goku considered his options. With the little energy he had left, there
was no way he could muster any sort of attack that might cause serious
damage. No kamehameha, no kaio-ken, no sprit bomb. Not this time.
For the first time in a long while, he felt an emotion that was near
alien to him.
He felt afraid.
As his long, golden hair dimmed, and shortened from foot-length, to
shoulder length, from golden to trademark black, Goku realised a thought
that sent chills through his Saiya-jin spine.
Finally, recognised Son-Goku, perhaps his luck had run out.
Well.
That never stopped you before, he told himself.
Goku looked up, a fleeting trademark grin of defiance appearing across
his features.
This is what he lived for.
He chose his nearest enemy, and charged.
Vegeta was in the thick of it, and loving it. Ten of these fools
couldn't stop him – what made them think fifty more would make a
difference? As he snapped the neck of his nearest assailant, Vegeta
already had his sights set on his ultimate prize. Leone. Or, laughed
Vegeta, Lord General Leone, Commander of the Shock Corps of the planet
Liberty, as he liked to be known around the universe. Very grand indeed,
mused Vegeta, but it wouldn't be lasting much longer. Reducing the
surrounding plains and the hundred or so henchmen that were misusing
that space with a low power Bakuhatsuha attack, Vegeta approached his
target.
Speeding through faceless enemies, he was pleased that he could still
execute a move he hadn't used in such a long time. Well, he wasn't
expecting much different, he was, after all, the Prince of Saiya-jins.
Anyway, it was good to knock the dust off the old ones, never know when
they might come in handy, he thought to himself as he sent numerous
bodies tumbling to the ground. It was only about half a kilometre from
Leone now, and instinctively, Vegeta felt his senses sharpen. As his
pace quickened, he reminded himself that he was Vegeta, Prince of Saiya-
jins, who could do no wrong as long as his pure blood ran through his
veins.
He looked up, focused on his enemy.
This is what he lived for.
Squeezing every spare ounce of energy he had into his bulging muscles,
he charged.
Leone looked on as the attack unfolded. He looked on proudly, his elite
Shock Troops were efficient as expected, laying waste to the planet,
sparing nothing and no one, ready for the re-cultivation of this planet
E-arth. They had been trained well. Or was it Ea-rth? – it didn't
matter, it would be re-named in roughly what the species of the planet
called an 'hour's time'. Leone was pleased. He couldn't wait to set down
the flag of planet Liberty on the planet and report back to his home.
Maybe, they might allow him to stay and rule. Maybe, he might get
promoted to Lord Commander-in-Chief of the Liberty Arms. He liked the
sound of that, although Presiding Ruler of Earth was tempting. Taking a
deep breath, and smiling to himself as folded his arms, Lord General
Leone had a feeling things were about to get much better.
In the time it took Leone's satisfied complexion to turn to one of
horror, the one who could only be Goku – the legendary warrior of this
planet – ploughed through twenty thousand of his men like they were
dust. But what horrified Leone even more was that they hadn't just been
ploughed through and left. They had all been systematically slain in
varying degrees of brutality by this golden-haired warrior. But
accompanying this horror, what terrified Leone, to point of freezing
numbness, was the speed in which this had been done. Leone straightened
himself. Impressive, indeed. But he was Lord General. And he was ready.
Having slain over five thousand of these 'elite' soldiers already,
Goku's power drain was inexplicable. He just didn't understand. There
was no way only five thousand of these guys could deplete his energy
resources so. Fifty thousand at ssj3 with a prolonged attack, maybe.
None of them had a power level much above three thousand. Something was
up, yet he didn't have time to hang around and ponder it. As he fended
off a helmeted reptilian, he just hoped Vegeta was busy completing his
part of the plan.
Goku considered his options. With the little energy he had left, there
was no way he could muster any sort of attack that might cause serious
damage. No kamehameha, no kaio-ken, no sprit bomb. Not this time.
For the first time in a long while, he felt an emotion that was near
alien to him.
He felt afraid.
As his long, golden hair dimmed, and shortened from foot-length, to
shoulder length, from golden to trademark black, Goku realised a thought
that sent chills through his Saiya-jin spine.
Finally, recognised Son-Goku, perhaps his luck had run out.
Well.
That never stopped you before, he told himself.
Goku looked up, a fleeting trademark grin of defiance appearing across
his features.
This is what he lived for.
He chose his nearest enemy, and charged.
Vegeta was in the thick of it, and loving it. Ten of these fools
couldn't stop him – what made them think fifty more would make a
difference? As he snapped the neck of his nearest assailant, Vegeta
already had his sights set on his ultimate prize. Leone. Or, laughed
Vegeta, Lord General Leone, Commander of the Shock Corps of the planet
Liberty, as he liked to be known around the universe. Very grand indeed,
mused Vegeta, but it wouldn't be lasting much longer. Reducing the
surrounding plains and the hundred or so henchmen that were misusing
that space with a low power Bakuhatsuha attack, Vegeta approached his
target.
Speeding through faceless enemies, he was pleased that he could still
execute a move he hadn't used in such a long time. Well, he wasn't
expecting much different, he was, after all, the Prince of Saiya-jins.
Anyway, it was good to knock the dust off the old ones, never know when
they might come in handy, he thought to himself as he sent numerous
bodies tumbling to the ground. It was only about half a kilometre from
Leone now, and instinctively, Vegeta felt his senses sharpen. As his
pace quickened, he reminded himself that he was Vegeta, Prince of Saiya-
jins, who could do no wrong as long as his pure blood ran through his
veins.
He looked up, focused on his enemy.
This is what he lived for.
Squeezing every spare ounce of energy he had into his bulging muscles,
he charged.
Leone looked on as the attack unfolded. He looked on proudly, his elite
Shock Troops were efficient as expected, laying waste to the planet,
sparing nothing and no one, ready for the re-cultivation of this planet
E-arth. They had been trained well. Or was it Ea-rth? – it didn't
matter, it would be re-named in roughly what the species of the planet
called an 'hour's time'. Leone was pleased. He couldn't wait to set down
the flag of planet Liberty on the planet and report back to his home.
Maybe, they might allow him to stay and rule. Maybe, he might get
promoted to Lord Commander-in-Chief of the Liberty Arms. He liked the
sound of that, although Presiding Ruler of Earth was tempting. Taking a
deep breath, and smiling to himself as folded his arms, Lord General
Leone had a feeling things were about to get much better.
In the time it took Leone's satisfied complexion to turn to one of
horror, the one who could only be Goku – the legendary warrior of this
planet – ploughed through twenty thousand of his men like they were
dust. But what horrified Leone even more was that they hadn't just been
ploughed through and left. They had all been systematically slain in
varying degrees of brutality by this golden-haired warrior. But
accompanying this horror, what terrified Leone, to point of freezing
numbness, was the speed in which this had been done. Leone straightened
himself. Impressive, indeed. But he was Lord General. And he was ready.
Having slain over five thousand of these 'elite' soldiers already,
Goku's power drain was inexplicable. He just didn't understand. There
was no way only five thousand of these guys could deplete his energy
resources so. Fifty thousand at ssj3 with a prolonged attack, maybe.
None of them had a power level much above three thousand. Something was
up, yet he didn't have time to hang around and ponder it. As he fended
off a helmeted reptilian, he just hoped Vegeta was busy completing his
part of the plan.