It crawled through the darkness pulling along a disfunctioning leg, shattered femur and all. Hunched over, the mass blotted out all sun that entered the cave entrance some forty feet behind him, he struggled along to enclose himself in darkness to sit and heal…though this time it would take a lot longer than it had before. As he reached a comfortable spot out of the light in a far corner, he settled down to take in the damage. Along with the shattered leg and dislocated knee, he had several broken ribs at least two of those were in splinters, a destroyed wrist left three long and thick fingers twitching in spasms as he tried desperately to use his hand. A busted "nose" left rivulets of yellow-orange blood as thick as puss flowing down his face and dripping from his jowls. One lavender eye had swollen shut; the other looked through a mat of peach colored hair coated in sweat and blood, at the damage done to his body.
With his good hand he tugged the tatters of clothing off his torso, revealing large gashes and cuts across his chest separating the thick violet hide to the bone in some places. A guttural grunt emanated deep in his throat, large chords of muscle bouncing as he saw for the first time the ruins of a right leg. The thick thigh bone was jutting out of the side of his leg, pushing down on the top of the bone with his messed up wrist, he grasped the lower half of the leg bone with his good hand and sharply snapped the bone back through the tissue, setting the bone back into place. Looking around squinting at the wall beside him, he jabbed an elbow into the granite at his side, two decent sized slabs fell to the cave floor. Picking them up and using the shirt to tie them in place, a makeshift splint was created.
After resetting the useless wrist, he wrapped it tightly with the rest of the shirt and rested against the cavern wall. It would take a very long time for the slow metabolism to heal this much damage. A soft rumble soon filled the cave as the being slumbered before hibernation, a soft tinkle and glint of silver as a cuff broke from around a thick forearm. An alien scrawl was etched along the outside with ornate decorations, five characters were stamped on the inside 'fÃζξf'.
*~*~*~*Several Years Later*~*~*~*
The desert crackled with dry heat and energy as two being clashed sending bolts of energy to the earth at the feet of bystanders watching them beat each other pound for pound. Ki blasts shot from fingers and palms; swishing past glowing blonde hair, singeing the ends as they dissipated in the atmosphere, closely followed by more blasts. Grunts echoed off of dry earth as sweat and blood splattered onto the ground. With a final blow both descended, gasping for breath as they reached the cracked desert ground. Mirai Trunks and Vegeta looked at each other, one resting on a knee, the other with hands on his hips.
"You've learned a lot boy. But you still aren't as good as me." Vegeta smirked, his breath now under control. Trunks looked at his father, a scowl plastered to his face, one that mirrored his fathers on any given day. The three onlookers walked toward the two, Goku the first to react.
"Wow guys, that was amazing! Trunks you sure have learned a lot since the last time I saw you fight." Goku's praise somewhat brightened the longhaired teen. Gohan was close on his father's heels, stopping short of running into him, a lopsided grin on his face as he rattled off praise to the two warriors. Piccolo's slow gait brought him to the group last, he stood with thick arms crossed over his chest a grunt of acknowledgement was his only response.
"Well, Gohan, I guess that means it's our turn. Are you ready?" Goku looked down onto the squirming boy at his feet.
"Sure am, Dad!" Gohan's face looked determined, but inside he was excited to finally spar with his father.
As the two took to the sky, Vegeta and Trunks took a seat on a stone, ribbing each other about attacks while guzzling down mouthfuls of water. Piccolo stood to the side watching as Gohan attacked his father with an offensive attack that was easily blocked and dodged by Goku. As the two grew more heated in the sparring match, saiyajin levels were reached and matched, bright flashes of ki, kaioken and bushy blonde hair fought on.
Now taking the defensive, Gohan blocked the fists and feet of his father coming at him in a fury. A small break in Goku's attack let Gohan blow several ki shots zinging past Goku's shoulder as he dodged them. The blasts flew to the earth creating craters and holes of various size. No one really minded the ground shaking beneath their feet, it was something they had all grown accustomed to when there was a fight or sparring match. The ground split in sections, chunks of earth elevated and smashed back to the ground. All the shaking and blasts was shaking apart plateaus and caverns, lizards and dragons running for cover, a stir deep within a cave had gone unnoticed as the onslaught of fighting was shaking the desert to its core.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The beast had awoken to a jar of the earth that knocked him from his spot across the cavern to make a deep impression onto the opposite side. Shaking himself fully awake, the violet giant blinked several times finally remembering where he was and what he was doing. He checked on his femur first, it had nit perfectly with the aid of the granite splint, the flesh on top had scared where it had been ripped through, a light purple scar as thick as his thumb ran diagonally about five inches long. He unwrapped his wrist slowly, taking note that all three fingers and thumb seemed to be working in near perfect condition. The wrist had set and healed nearly correctly, slightly offset though it seemed to have no direct effect on its use. Another jostling of the ground sent him onto his side, proving that the rest of the broken bones of his body were healed as well as he landed on sharp ribs.
Pulling himself onto his feet he stood flexing what little he could in the confines of the cave, he bent and picking up the broken band that had fallen from his forearm some years earlier. It had lost some sheen but could easily be polished; he clamped the metal back around his arm. His lavender eyes squinted as his pressed his palm to the crack in the metal and sealed it with a searing heat. The cave rocked again dust and rocks falling from the ceiling. The being looked up to see a crack spreading, the cavern entrance rumbled and was sealed in with large boulders of granite. 'fÃζξf, edrt t ¢l!!!!" A native tongue clicked and swirled in the collapsing chamber, words full of venom and curses.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goku had fired a kamehameha, Gohan barely moved out of the way as the blast of ki drove into a plateau making it collapse. Growling, Gohan moved in for a kill shot that was reflected by his father, leaving the two in the grips of physical combat.
Piccolo and Trunks watched them, Trunks in awe of the skill of such a young boy and Piccolo noting the flaws in Gohan's technique that would be addressed later. Vegeta had grown bored of the fight and was lying on his back in the desert heat in a puddle of sweat. He pretended to ignore the power levels of the two sparring saiyajins but inside was grumbling on the waste of such power on a child.
As the plateau slid off skew, it resettled in a mass of boulders and shale, Vegeta looked at it warily for a moment before resting in the heat again. A flash of blinding white light sneaked through the cracks of the rubble, and like a delayed reaction the mountain was moved all at once in a flying tornado of rocks and wind.
Goku and Gohan turned in unison and shielded themselves from the sudden onslaught of boulders and dust. Goku then faced Vegeta who was now standing looking at once was a pile of rubble that was now a crater. "Vegeta!" Goku called out the name, a flash of anger glinted his eyes, "What are you doing? We're trying to have a spar here, if you're that impatient you can go somewhere else to train." Goku's anger had faded as he began pleading with the saiyajin prince. Vegeta looked up at with a furrowed brow.
"What are you talking about, Kakkorot? I had nothing to do with that!" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, turning his back to Goku. The others looked at him then the crater, *if Vegeta didn't do that…then who did?* Goku scratched the back of his head.
Piccolo had begun to walk to the crater when he stopped, his arms unfolding from his chest, long fingers curling into fists. Gohan was the first to notice the tension emanating from his mentor and turned, eyes wide as he looked out across the rubble himself.
Rocks and dirt shifted as a large violet alien stood from the wreckage. He seemed not to notice the fighters gawking at him as he squinted at the sudden light, his reptilian eyes slanted shut the pupils tight lines of black. He was massive, flexing first one arm then the other and now both. Peach hair was disheveled, a meaty hand flipped the hair over the left side of his face, the right half of his head bald. Then as though seeing them for the first time, the violet giant froze and stood as a statue amongst thigh deep rubble staring at the Z warriors who reflected his look of confusion and astonishment.
