Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or its characters, but I do own my characters, and this plot line.
Chapter 1: Show of Pride
"Hey 'tender, throw me down a carbonated drink, hold the ice!" A voice came from a largely built man. He wore white armor with yellow shoulder pads that stuck out two feet from his shoulders. He wore a tight dark blue long shirt that shaped his muscles and fit almost perfectly. He had thigh pads of the same color as his shoulder pads. They reached down to the top of his knee. On his hands and his feet were armored gloves without fingers and armored boots. He stood about 6 feet 8 inches. He had a three bladed sword strapped to his back in a sheath.
"Sure thing Vulcan, comin' right up," the bartender laughed heartily as he passed the drink down the bar. Vulcan caught the drink with his rough and experienced hands. "Hey Vulcan, why don't you start drinking alcoholic beverages like the rest of the Saiyans," the bartender glanced around the barroom seeing lots of men with tails and wild hair drinking and having a good time with women hanging on their arms.
The Saiyans were a brutish race of monkey like humanoids. They were similar to humans in every way except for their extraordinary power, and that they had tails that allowed them to transform into large ape like creatures during a full moon. The Saiyans used an energy measuring system referred to as "power levels." Most Saiyans had a power level of ten when they were born, and had a power level of 1000 or more when they were older.
Next to Vulcan sat his friends, Shadow, Shade and his twin own brother Golar. Vulcan's brother had little armor on, and did not have a sword. Golar also had a blade of hair that hung into his face. Shade and Shadow were also twin brothers, with the difference between the two being that Shadow didn't wear armor.
Shade wore similar armor to Vulcan's without the yellow shoulder pads. He instead wore cloth gloves and boots made out of the same material as the blue uniform. Shade and Shadow both had shoulder length spiky hair. They were both about the same build, and were 6 feet 2 inches tall with muscles all over. Shade also had a sheathed sword on his shoulder, but it was not three bladed. His and Vulcan's swords were special swords that increase their power by twice as much when they wielded it.
"Even though I'm almost eighteen, and I can drink, I don't because it impairs my skills as a fighter." Vulcan slicked his hair back with his hands. Compared to everyone else's, it was very abnormal. As with Shade, all the other Saiyans had pitch black wild and spiky hair. Vulcan's was very dark brown almost black, but not quite. It was very straight and short compared to everyone else.
"Come to think of it, you do nothing but fight," came a low voice from the door of the bar. Vulcan turned in the bar stool to see who it was, even though he could already tell.
"Nappa," Vulcan muttered. His face was filled with disgust. "What do you want, to boast about your newest mission?"
Nappa, a huge man, with limbs the size of tree trunks stood at the door of the bar. He was balding and had a black goatee around his mouth. His hair was still wild, even though there was just a small circular patch left. "Actually," Nappa answered, "I came to offer you the job that Frieza gave to my team." Nappa's face had a large grin on it. "Maybe you can do it just as well as we can." Nappa practically had a beard of teeth his smile was so big.
"Which planet is it?" Vulcan replied as he turned his back on Nappa. "Some planet with people that would rather contaminate their planet before losing it to anybody that will just use it?" The sarcasm in Vulcan's voice could be poured into a cup.
Nappa looked dumbfounded at Vulcan's statement. He caught himself and put on a smile. "Well it's not too far from Planet Vegeta, but I would suggest taking your entire team," Nappa snickered with his low voice in a small laugh, "because you couldn't take this planet with your inferior abilities. Hell, you couldn't even take on Bardock's new kid, and his power level is only five!" He broke into a huge laughter that the entire bar picked up on.
"You don't know anything about MY skills as a FIGHTER!" Vulcan leaped from his barstool. He swung his fist at Nappa's face.
The stinging pain came to Nappa's cheek as Vulcan's fist connected with it. Vulcan shook his hand with pain from Nappa's stiff face. Nappa's face jerked back and blood flowed out and landed on the stained floor. It quickly boiled as Nappa's energy level increased and the heat around the blood in his mouth. Nappa swung his trunk of an arm at Vulcan, who brought up his right arm to easily block it, and kicked Nappa in the stomach. Nappa fell onto a table and broke it with his weight.
Vulcan breathed heavily and noticed the smell of boiling blood. He smiled and powered up himself. Rage erupted in Nappa's mind as he realized that Vulcan would be able to beat him. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the long bar table, and peeled it off of the floor. The bartender looked at his bar and shook his head in disbelief of what could happen to his job. Nappa swung the table at Vulcan as though it were a baseball bat. Vulcan fired a burst of energy which shredded through the table.
Splinters were flung at the screaming spectators as the table came apart. Some became ambers and others found their way into the audience's skin and clothing. The spectators slowly and cautiously stepped back as Vulcan and Nappa went at it.
Vulcan flew through the burning debris and smashed his knee into Nappa's stomach. Nappa countered and grabbed Vulcan's throat and began to crush it.
"Come on Nappa," Shade yelled over the crowd as he watched his friend in the fight, "now that isn't fair. Fight with real pride and let Vulcan go."
Nappa just sneered at Shade and closed his grip around Vulcan's neck. Vulcan used his tail and wrapped it around one of Nappa's legs. Using as much strength as Vulcan could muster, he pulled out the brute's leg and Nappa fell to the ground. He fell with so much force, that the floor buckled and both fighters went falling through the bar floor.
The bartender was the first one to the hole, and he looked down in despair. His face was filled with horror because of Vulcan and Nappa's fight. He noticed the bottles of alcohol and wine lying on the floor, some shattered, but all in a big mess. The spectators roared in excitement with all of the destruction and watched from the hole. Shade leaned over to watch his best friend defend himself and his pride.
Sickening thuds and cracking of Vulcan and Nappa's armor could be heard. The sound of wood and glass shattering could be heard as Nappa was flung away from Vulcan.
Vulcan spread his legs and stood straight. He pulled both of his hands to his sides and a glow appeared in each of them. Vulcan's middle two fingers spread apart to form a V shape, and he roared in anger.
Nappa took a few steps back, and he opened his mouth. "You wouldn't kill an elite Saiyan, would you?" Nappa whimpered.
"Not unless he shattered my pride," Vulcan gritted through his clenched teeth.
"Oh, thank Kami," Nappa sighed with relief, "I'm glad then, so you can put the energy blasts away, okay?"
Vulcan lowered his eyebrows. "That is EXACTLY what you did, Nappa, you shattered my pride with your belligerent comments." Vulcan pulled his arms back and got ready to fire.
Shade landed on the ground between Vulcan and Nappa. He sprinted next to Vulcan and restrained his arms. "Listen Vulcan, Nappa's not worth the excess energy that you would waste," Shade looked nervously at his best friend, sweat beading on his forehead, "not worth the trouble it would cause. You already have caused enough trouble."
Vulcan's eyes looked into Shade's, and he could see the sincerity and reason behind them. "Yeah, you're right, he isn't," Vulcan's hands stopped glowing and he rested them on his hips.
Nappa's mouth curled into and evil grin as he then charged Vulcan and Shade. Shade spun around and pulled his sword out of the sheath and cut Nappa across the chest, shattering the almost unbreakable armor. The sword scraped cuts into his pectorals, and sent him flying backwards. Nappa's seemingly fatal wound was deep, but not all that fatal.
"Almost tricked us Nappa," Shade looked back at Vulcan, and they flew out of the hole. "Hey 'tender, here's ten pounds of gold, clean Nappa's mess up, and put all of the drinks on his tab." Vulcan tossed the bag of gold at the bartender, and walked out of the bar.