So I wrote this about 5 years ago, when I was still big on Dragon Ball Z. I found it a few days ago on an old computer and figured that I would go ahead and upload it now, so enjoy! This is set 150 years after the end of GT, and it was written before the existence of DB Battle of the Gods and Super, so neither of those are acknowledged. I began a second chapter that wraps things up, but it only has about a thousand words, so I would need more time to write it, but I don't know if it is worth the time; however, if there is demand then I will finish it.
A Saiyan's Death, Chapter 1
Vegeta stared at the lush green forest below him. He could see the life flourishing around, nothing to disturb it in sight. He sighed and rose from sitting on the cliff edge. Slowly he walked to his training grounds for another day of nonstop intense training. Although he's lost any inspiration to fight years ago, the urge to train and get stronger was still there. He silently turned the gravity on his micro simulator to 1000 Gs for a warm up. He felt the familiar pull on his body and sunk into a stance. At 200 years old he had lost much of his strength from his youth, but still would be formidable against anyone on earth.
The plateau shook as he went through his kata, refined and perfected after countless years of training. He was the last true Saiyan. All his offspring had given up fighting and led a 'normal' human life. All were either dead or had lost their power to the point of not even being able to transform into the legendary form of super Saiyan. He on the other hand had reached such control over his power that he could transform in the highest level of Ssj4 in a flash. He would sometimes spend months at a time in the state, relishing in the immense power that came with it.
However, life was boring. No threat had come to Earth since the Shadow Dragons so he had no one even near par with his level. His eldest son Trunks was too old to fight; Kakarot's family had long since given up fighting, except for the fool's Grand-daughter who couldn't even transform. He had once gone into space to test his power against more powerful foes, but the strongest he could find was barely on par with Frieza.
So another day passed in silence for the Saiyan Prince. Train, hunt, eat, train, eat, train, sleep. The boring routine had set in and he was itching for something new. A threat to attack the planet. Anything, maybe even Kakarot coming back. Kakarot. Vegeta frowned at the word. The fool had left the planet and everyone on it after the Dragons. He left his family, his sons and grand-daughter, even his greatest rival. All to get stronger. Vegeta scowled at the fool's mistake. His wife died one year later from heartbreak. Even if he had come back he probably wouldn't even care. Not even Vegeta would do something so rash.
Vegeta laid down on his bed on the side of the plateau he called his home. Within minutes he was asleep, exhaustion setting in from the day. Hours later he awoke, ready to go through the routine again. That's when he felt it. Powers of immense magnitude appeared out of nowhere near West City. Vegeta was on his feet and a quarter of the way around the world in less than a second. Two seconds later he arrived at the city and scowled at what he saw.
Thousands of soldiers wearing armor similar to his old set flew around the Mega city destroying and killing everything in sight. Vegeta snarled. He may not have adored the planet like the other fighters, but he didn't appreciate any more aliens attacking his planet. Still, he thanked them silently for providing him with something to fight. The prince lowered his power level to 10,000 so their scouters wouldn't explode and flew over. He appeared in front of a group of soldiers and smirked when they jumped back in fright.
"So this planet does have a defense other than that pathetic military," The soldier said and smirked when he saw the power level. "Ten thousand eh? Not that good." The soldiers charged Vegeta and attempted to hit him. Not a single blow landed. They kept on punching and kicking, but every blow seemed to go through him. Growling in frustration, the captain powered up to his maximum. "Fool! You are weaker than us! There is no way you can win!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the power. It was far higher than any major fighters under Frieza when he was young. Vegeta raised his power to match. The soldiers' jaws dropped.
"Two hundred thousand! How did you-," He was silenced when Vegeta's fist appeared in his stomach. He coughed up blood and dropped to the ground. When he managed to regain composure the rest of his squad was already dead. He clicked his scouter again. "One million! But-." Once again he was silenced, but this time it was for good. Vegeta flew higher and scanned the city for the strongest fighters. A group of them were on the outskirts of the city. Vegeta decided not to sense out their exact power or see if they were suppressing it. It would be more exciting if he didn't.
He phased to their position and approached them. They looked up at him in surprise, but not fear. Apparently they couldn't sense beyond what their scouters showed them. "So you're the one who destroyed our weakest soldiers." A tall green skinned humanoid with long green hair stepped forward. He clicked his scouter. "That it?" He waited a moment in silence. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" The surrounding captains chuckled.
Vegeta smirked knowingly. "No," he stated calmly, "I'm just wondering if you're worth even hearing my voice. Tell me," he shifted his eyes around the group, making sure not to notice their power levels, "who is you're leader. I'm looking for a good fight." Vegeta raised his power level another million. This did not go unnoticed by the soldiers around him and they laughed at him.
The leader spoke again, "You and your pathetic power level are not even close to worth out master's time. Leave now and we'll let you live." Vegeta raised his power level another few million to get their attention without scaring them. A couple of the soldiers stopped smiling and glared at him. Vegeta inwardly smiled. They had finally recognized that he was a threat. One stepped out from the group and glared at him.
"With your permission, Captain Zhao, I would like to fight this one." The leader nodded. Vegeta watched with some amusement as the challenger circled him in an incredibly flawed stance. Vegeta stood straight, not even bothering to get into a stance. The captain lunged at him faster than any human eye could follow and threw a quick testing punch at Vegeta's face. When it made contact, the prince didn't even flinch. The fighter leapt back in surprise and pain in his hand. He powered up with a growl and attacked again. He threw the most complicated attacks and feints he could think of, but to Vegeta he seemed to be fighting like a 5 year old in slow motion. Vegeta embedded his knee in his gut and kicked him upwards before he could even register the attack. The fighter was in orbit within three seconds.
Everyone except Zhao was stunned. Vegeta just looked at the group again, savoring the fear on their faces. "You get that power?" One asked. Another slowly nodded.
"It was only there for a moment but I got it. Twenty million." Everything was silent. All commotion had stopped in the city and all the fighters had returned. A thousand battle ready soldiers waited anxiously behind Vegeta. Without even looking, the prince shot a ki blast over his shoulder with one finger and detonated it in the middle of the army. After a brief flash of light, every one of them was reduced to ashes. All the captains in front of him took off in different directions. All except Zhao. Vegeta sent eight more ki beams at them and they joined their brethren in death. Zhao did not even turn as his men died.
Vegeta examined his next opponent carefully. 'He looks like Zarbon,' the prince thought. "Power up to your maximum," Zhao said, "I want to see what you're made of." Vegeta nodded.
"Only if you take me to your master once I win."
Zhao bowed and responded, "Deal. Although, the chances of you winning are nonexistent. Twenty million is nothing in the Cold Royal army." Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Cold? They're still in power?" He smirked, "Then surely you must know what a Saiyan is."
It was Zhao's turn to be surprised. "A Saiyan? No! You can't be a Saiyan. There is no way any Saiyan could be at your power without transforming."
Vegeta smirked wider, "Like this?" He jumped into Super Saiyan. His eyes turned teal and his hair gold. Zhao paled. He raised a shaky hand up to his Scouter and clicked it slowly. It rose quickly.
"One..Two," He jumped when it exploded. He looked shocked and then looked at Vegeta. "Over two billion!?" Zhao steadily backed up and blasted off. Before he got ten feet, Vegeta was in front of him, a fist raised. The last thing Zhao felt was a tingling sensation in his chest. Vegeta inhaled the brief scent of fear from the air. Oh he was going to love this! He reached back down to his Gravity watch and turned it off, disabling the 16 hundred Gs that had previously been weighing on his body. He hadn't even felt it while in Super Saiyan. Laughing, he activated his Invisible field of air and blasted at the speed of light upwards into space. He approached the massive capital ship and flew through the hanger shields, not even slowing down.
Soldiers yelled in fright before disintegrating by being within the prince's deadly aura. He flew straight through the metallic walls with ease and was in the Hanger in no time. An Ice-Jin stood looking out the window not even acknowledging the Saiyan's presence. Vegeta glared at its back with malice. He could still feel the pain from the many torturous years of being Frieza's slave. He growled at the memory. All those looking at him quickly backed up into anything to get away from him. Without even thinking, he shouted out, "Frieza!" He immediately scolded himself for the mistake, but did not amend it.
The Ice-jin turned around. It did look like Frieza. The prince continued, "Hurry up and transform! I've been waiting for a challenge for a hundred fifty years!" The Ice-jin stared at him blankly. Vegeta growled again, louder this time.
"Why should I transform and waste my time, Monkey? I could beat you with one hand." The ice-jin smirked, something Vegeta really wanted to wipe away. In a flash, Vegeta had delivered a super powerful right hook to its face. It was sent flying through the bridge windows into the void of space. Vegeta followed and kicked it back inside. He landed beside it and waited for it to transform into its highest state. It jumped up and powered up almost instantly to the Fourth form. Its skin turned silver and smooth purple plates covered each joint.
Vegeta snarled again, "Is that all you have?!" He clenched his fists at his side and powered up, dragging it out for as long as he could. Blue sparks of bio-electricity arced around his body; his hair spiked, the clumps of hair thinning and increasing in number. But he did not stop there. He reveled in the power that flowed through him as he continued. His hair grew down to his knees as his eyebrows dissipated. The aura around him intensified, his muscles bulged, and the entire ship around him disintegrated.
Vegeta phased behind the lizard and thrust his fist through its chest and swiped its head off before it could register he moved. Vegeta floated in space for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The adrenaline was still flowing through his body, and he still wanted to fight. He powered down with a sigh and flew slowly towards the planet. The fun was all over. But then he stopped when he heard something, a voice. He looked around until he saw a small piece of metal floating not far away. The prince flew over to it and put it to his ear. A rough, broken up voice came through, "Prince Refrieza, report. The last thing I heard was an explosion; is everything alright? King Cold demands you respond." Vegeta spoke calmly into the scouter. He smirked as he spoke in his best Frieza impersonation he perfected while he was the tyrant's slave. He often mocked him while not in his presence when he was a child.
"There is nothing wrong fool. I was simply disciplining one of the incompetent idiots on my crew." He smirked wider when the soldier stuttered back.
"Y-y-yes sir, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'll leave you alone now."
"Not so fast, where is this transmission from?"
"Uhh… Why do you need to know?" The soldier suddenly became suspicious at the odd question.
Vegeta dropped the impersonation, "Because, I killed Refrieza and destroyed his ship. I am interested in challenging the fool who is currently in charge of the Cold Empire." There was a brief silence, then another, smoother and deeper voice spoke.
"You're interested in challenging my Father? Ha! You must be a fool, but since you did destroy my son, I will send you a pod. The coordinates will already be input for the way back, all you need to do is activate the auto pilot. Hopefully that isn't too complex for you."
Vegeta snarled and crushed the scouter. Then he came up with an idea. He would prolong this war as much as he could and kill every member of the Cold family starting from the weakest. From what the Ice-jin said, Refrieza was one of the weaker ones if not the weakest. He briefly wondered how many Colds there were. 4? 5 even? The more the better, he thought. He went back to the planet to get in a little more training before the pod got there.
Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan 4 and then to his maximum. 'There!' He thought; a small blip of hidden power inside of him. It was tiny, but it was still there. He reached inside himself to pull it out, but it moved further down as he went deeper. He continued chasing it, but it kept on running. Soon Vegeta was lost in himself, so deep he thought he would never find a way out of his mind. Then he felt something else.
It was massive, that's all he could tell, but with a few seconds more he noticed what it truly was. A huge well of power, half a dozen times more that he'd ever seen, just sat there, waiting to be drawn out. The Saiyan pushed towards it, but felt a hard tug at his conscious. He began to get dragged in, but pulled away as hard and fast as he could. He woke with a start, seeing two other figures standing over him.
"Who is he?" asked a teenage boy with spiked black hair wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans.
Another with shoulder length lavender hair and khaki shorts with a collared shirt on beside him replied, "I don't know, but he looks weird. Look at all that fur on his shoulders and arms. He does look kinda familiar though. Like I know him from somewhere." Boxer and Goshen stood side by side looking at the unconscious form on the ground in front of them. Goshen nudged him with his foot, but he didn't stir at all. "There's no mistaking it though, his power is enormous. He could probably beat father no sweat."
"Yeah. Actually, he kinda looks a little like your dad." Goshen looked inquisitively at the still form, as if expecting him to tell them who he was. "We should take him to Capsule Corp. Your mom will know what to do with him."
Boxer bent over to pick the form up, but jumped back in surprise when he shot up onto his knees. "Ahhh! Run!" Boxer sped away, but the fur- covered human grabbed him and Goshen back.
"Who the hell are you two?" Vegeta barked at them. Then he dropped them when he realized the similarities between them and him and Kakarott. They were his and Kakarott's descendants. He rose into the air and prepared to take off when he felt them grab onto his wrist.
"Wait! Who are you? How can you have such a high power yet we don't know who you are? We know every great fighter on the planet!" Goshen shot of questions at the prince, who had yet to answer any of them. Vegeta sighed and lowered himself to the ground. Then he relaxed and let out a long breath, preparing to tell the two boys in front of him his story. Then he changed his mind. Blunt would be best.
"I'm your," he looked directly at Boxer. "Ancestor. I'm the one who gave you the super strength and long life. That's from my side of your family. You," he looked at Goshen, "Are my Rival's descendant. Haven't you parents told you any stories?"
The two teens stared at him. They pointed at him at the same time and then said, "How old are you? You must be like 1000 years old." Vegeta snarled at their ignorance.
"I suppose your idiot parents haven't educated you on your heritage at all. You are part alien. Since Saiyan blood never dilutes in the males, you two are half Saiyan. That is, assuming you are directly ascended from me." He smirked. "Judging by your power levels, you're not."
They immediately got into fighting stances and Goshen said, "I'll have you know we are the second and third strongest fighters on the planet!"
Vegeta looked critically at them. "I hope you're making me at the top of that list." He powered down to his base form and approached them. They jumped back and gasped.
"You look just like my grandfather!" Boxer tripped and fell over a root.
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed, "Enough talk, show me what the royal line has become!" Boxer nodded and powered up to his maximum, his hair flashing gold and his eyes turning blue in the process. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as Goshen turned super as well. Then he remembered their age. It must've been a pretty long time since he had last checked in on his family.
The two teens charged him at full power and each threw opposite punches at two different locations on his body. 'They must always train together' He thought. They assaulted the prince in a perfectly coordinated attack. Each punch they threw was in sync, and each kick was on the opposite side of Vegeta's body as to take away any chance he had of dodging. He, however, was far too skilled, experienced, and powerful to be affected by their tag team. He was impressed though, 'I wonder if they can fuse, though I doubt it's been passed down.' he thought absently as he blocked two punches with one hand. He blasted Goshen away and went on the offensive on Boxer.
Vegeta went as slowly as he could, but the poor boy still couldn't keep up. Vegeta knocked him to the ground with a sigh and lowered himself beside the unconscious Boxer. "Pathetic," he said. He didn't expecting anything more though. The planet had been in times of peace for hundreds of years and there was no need for them to train. 'Still,' the prince thought, 'what will happen when I die if a threat arises?' He shook it off, he had no real attachment to the planet; he just lived there. He honestly couldn't care less if it was destroyed. Bulma, Trunks, Bra, all he cared about was gone.
Vegeta went back to training, having completely forgotten about the well of power inside of him.
Four months later…
The Saiyan prince of an extinct race was startled when a small silver pod crashed down beside him in the middle of the night, waking him up. He growled sleepily and walked over to it. The hatch opened automatically and he got in without a second thought. 'Just like old times. Really old times.'
True to his word, the lizard had coordinates already punched in and Vegeta took off into space, ready for a challenge. He went back to sleep, not even bothering to wait for the cyro sleep to put him away.
Another four months later, Vegeta woke up to the beeping that only occurred when one's ship was overheating. Overheating! He was awake in a second and going over the ship's status. Reverse thrusters were busted, open hatch broken, emergency landing imminent. 'Yeah right, forget this.' He blasted through the wall and into the atmosphere. 'Wait.' He looked around, but he was in space! Growling, he saw a ship in the distance and blasted off for it at near light speed and arrived in no time. When he did arrive, he realized how huge it was. It stretched for a mile left and right, and also a quarter mile up and down. 'And that's just this side. I can't imagine how deep this thing must be.' He flew into the nearest open hanger and landed softly by a large transport ship.
He extended his senses throughout the capital ship, and sensed twelve large powers greater than Refrieza's. One, however, towered above them all. He smirked. 'That must be King Cold.' It was at least 10 times stronger than Refrieza, and Vegeta could tell there was more hidden. "He might actually be a challenge." He laughed at his own joke. Soldiers were pouring in, ki killers on hand. Soon over two hundred surrounded him with their guns aimed at him.
Vegeta knew how dangerous those weapons could be. A well-aimed shot could take away half of one's power. That was when Vegeta was serving Frieza, but now his power was beyond that. He could get his by a thousand shots and still be able to destroy a planet the size of Jupiter without transforming. He confidently walked into the crowd and inwardly smiled as they shied away in fear. They knew if he could kill Refrieza then they would be no match. He stopped at one with a comparatively large power. "Where's King Cold? I'm here to fight him."
The soldier was shaking in his boots but managed a clear and steady voice, "King Cold will not fight you. He does n-not d-deem you worthy." Vegeta growled and raised his arm, ki already gathering, "B-b-but, he says if you can defeat each of his sons and Grandsons then he will grant you th-the honor of a f-f-fight." Vegeta lowered his arm and glared at the man.
"So where do I kill the first one?"
"Follow us, sir."
So he followed a group of twenty or so soldiers through the sip. After a few minutes Vegeta was completely lost. Eventually they reached a large arch that led into a small room no larger than a two story house. 'How in the Hell am I supposed to fight in this tiny room?' Two short figures stood in the middle of the room. As Vegeta entered, the soldiers stopped right outside. The Ice-jin were taller than Refrieza, but still shorter than Vegeta. They both had dark purple skin and straight tall horns. One bowed mockingly to the Prince.
"Greetings, Saiyan. I am Prince Sleet, and this is my twin, Prince Hail, and we will be your first opponent." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He always knew of the Cold family's names, but this was just ridiculous. "We are the grandsons of King Cold. Shall we begin?" The room immediately changed into a barren, rocky wasteland. Sleet powered up to his fourth form, which looked almost identical to Frieza's. All was the same except he still had a small horn on his forehead and his skin was darker. Hail followed suit, and they soon looked exactly the same.
Vegeta sensed their power and realized he wouldn't be able to take them in his base form, so he simply powered up to Super Saiyan and sunk into a simple stance. "We're not done yet, Saiyan." They turned to each other and just stared at each other. Nothing happened for a minute, but Vegeta could sense their power levels fluctuating and becoming unstable. Sweat began to trickle down their foreheads, and with a yell, they jumped into each other! The Saiyan realized they were fusing and covered his eyes from the incoming flash of light. Soon the light died down and where the two Ice-jin stood, only one remained. A taller version of Sleet and Hail stood silently staring at Vegeta.
Other than a massive power boost and a slight height increase, he looked exactly the same. "I am neither Sleet nor Hail, I am the warrior that will defeat you!" Vegeta just stared at him, and then laughed. "What is so funny Saiyan?"
Vegeta continued to laugh, but managed to calm himself down and speak, "It's just, ahem, that particular line has been used so many times in the past. As a matter of fact, Kakarot and I used that exact line once after we fused, with another name of course. What is your name?"
The fusion growled at him, but mumbled something under his breath, "Slail."
"Come again?"
"SLAIL!" Slail charged Vegeta, who was still in Super Saiyan and uppercut him into the ceiling. As soon as Vegeta hit it, the entire room changed into an empty planet. The Saiyan Prince fell to the ground and put his defenses right before a large ki blast hit. He growled and phased away to give himself some time, but Slail did not let up and followed. This time Vegeta was ready and the two clashed in a massive display of power and speed. Shockwaves rang out in seemingly random patterns as they moved about in the sky. Vegeta found an opening in Slail's defense and sent a quick ki blast into his gut. He then followed up with four jabs to his ribs and a roundhouse kick, sending him to the ground. Vegeta rose into the sky and waited.
Suddenly a ki blast the size of a car flew out of the small crater Slail was embedded in and headed straight for Vegeta. He powered up his own blast and the two met in the middle, each pushing for dominance. Finally Vegeta powered up briefly and put more power into it, easily outdoing the fused Ice-jin. A large explosion rocked the planet as Slail was buried under the blast and nearly killed. However, he rose from the rubble once again and flew up to meet Vegeta in the air. Once again they stared each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Getting bored, Vegeta rocketed off at supersonic speeds and threw a flurry of swift punches and kicks Slail's way, but he either blocked or dodged most of them. The Prince of all Saiyans growled and broke off. He and Slail powered up more and then were back at it, causing more super shockwaves to ring out. Eventually they backed off again and the results of who would win were clear.
Slail was battered and bloodied; his left arm was broken and hung limp at his side, one eye was swollen shut, and his power had dropped tremendously. Vegeta on the other hand, was relatively unscathed with only a few minor bruises and one cut where Slail had surprised him with his tail. Vegeta smirked triumphantly as Slail collapsed to the ground and de-fused. The Saiyan prince gathered a large enough blast to kill the two lizards and launched it at them while they were still recovering. A small but condensed explosion tore the twins apart. Nothing was left when he scanned for any kis in the area. Suddenly, the room changed back to its original state as a small circular room with a low ceiling and gold walls.
"What a ridiculous name," Vegeta mumbled as he walked through the door that was on one side of the room. What he walked into was another room that looked exactly the same, "What?" 'This reminds me of Buu. Hmph, here I am like an old man reminiscing.' He scoffed at his own foolishness. Then another, much larger, person walked into the room. Vegeta snorted, "What, are you all just lined up, waiting to die one by one?" His next opponent was far taller than any Ice-jin he had ever seen. He was at least 7'5'' and massive.
"Greetings, monkey. I am Hurricane, your next opponent. Also, you should know the name of your killer. I am the only child of the great Lord Frost!" Hurricane smirked at him, as if expecting the name to instill fear in him. The prince decided to mess with the fool for a few minutes.
"Oh really? I am the Crown prince of the Saiyans, the most powerful race to ever have existed. And, I killed 'Slail' by only using a fraction of my power."
"Ha! I could do the same. I am almost as powerful as the great King Cold!"
"Oh really? Well, I guarantee you that this "King Cold" is nothing but a fly compared to my true power."
"Bull shit!" Hurricane clenched his fists at his side as he powered up through his fourth form, and into the fifth! He grew another few inches and his skin turned dark silver. A large, black horn protruded from his skull, and his power skyrocketed far above Slail's. "Now monkey, let us dance!" Hurricane threw a quick but dense blast at the awaiting Prince and followed it. He threw a super ki charged punch at him, but hit only a fading image.
"Wha-," he began, but was thrown to the ground after being hit in the back. Growling, he stood up and powered up even more. "This is the form that only King Cold and I have achieved! Behold the legendary sixth form!" He creased his brow in concentration. Vegeta, meanwhile, just watched and silently raised his ki into Super Saiyan.
Suddenly Hurricane's already insane aura burst into a raging fire enveloping him. His power skyrocketed beyond anything the Prince could achieve in his current state. He growled and jumped into Super Saiyan 2 to match, but was still obviously outmatched.
Hurricane was now insanely large with muscles larger than Vegeta's upper body. He stood at nine feet tall. He was no longer covered in only scales and plates, but now had armor all around his arms and torso. Two curving horns stood atop his head; spike sat on his knees and hips. In other words, he was a monster.
"Now you stand no chance! Death Beams!" A pulsing violet beam shot from his outstretched palm and towards the awaiting prince. Vegeta leapt to the side only to be met by another blast, and another and another. He continued to leap about the room, which had turned into a planet now, and dodge each and every one of the attacks. Finally he paused and caught one in both hands, and he threw it back towards Hurricane. It collided with a slew of blasts and caused an explosion large enough to throw both of the fighters back a mile apart.
"I am invincible!" shouted the giant. Vegeta rolled his eyes and dodged a massive blast. He waited a few seconds, ready for Hurricane to fly at him. Nothing happened, until finally he saw the beast charging at a painfully slow pace.
"Hurry up!" Vegeta shouted, "I don't have all day for your weak ass self to reach me." Hurricane roared and tried to speed up. When he finally reached Vegeta, he threw a massive punch at his head. Vegeta just leaned to one side and avoided it completely. Hurricane attempted to hit the small fighter, but each attack was dodged easily.
Vegeta spoke up after a full minute of dodging, "What is the point of so much power if you can't even hit me?"
"Shut up!"
Vegeta grabbed a kick and rammed his elbow down into Hurricane's knee. He frowned when there was no crunch or yelp of pain from the Ice-jin. He leapt forward and grabbed one of Hurricane's horns, pounding his head plate with his open hand. When Hurricane grabbed him and threw him into a cliff, he powered up to his Super Saiyan 2 Maximum. "Let's see how you fare now," Vegeta flared out his aura, and vaporized the entire cliff he was buried in. He flew up to Hurricane, but phased out and reappeared behind him, "Gallic Gun!" he shouted and shot the gold beam through the monster, or so he thought. Hurricane merely shrugged off the attack and lunged at Vegeta again.
"Oh come on!" After another round of dodging super slow attacks, Vegeta formed a disk of pure energy the size of his body. 'Let's see how you take this.'
Vegeta shouted out, "I'll bet you can't catch this, weakling!" Hurricane stopped and put his hands out, ready to block whatever attack coming to him. "Fool." He threw the disk and made perfect contact. Hurricane's eyes bulged as he looked down. The two halves of his body fell to the ground and shook the planet with their weight. Through the entire thing Vegeta hadn't broken a sweat.
"Next!" he shouted confidently. The room reappeared and Vegeta walked out through the door across the room. Once again he walked into another room exactly like the one he just left. "This is getting boring." He mumbled to himself. Suddenly, another Ice-jin appeared in front of him. This one was tiny, and a dark blue in color.
"I am Lord Blizzard, Nephew of the great-
"King Cold blah blah blah. Let's get on with this." Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"What! How dare you, you insolent fool, I will destroy-
Vegeta interrupted him again, but this time with his fist, which he imbedded in the Ice-jin's gut. "You're just as weak as the fusion fools."
"No, my strength does not lie in my physical abilities." He phased behind the prince and blasted him into the ground. "It lies in my speed."
"Well, you're so weak you couldn't even hurt me. Hit me with your best shot."
"Fine," Blizzard threw a punch straight for Vegeta's head, but recoiled when his fist seemed to be crushed against the prince's face. He collapsed and held onto his bleeding hand.
"Now if I were younger, I would draw this out and toy with you, but I am not. I am merely an old man, nearing his death."
Blizzard's eyes widened when he saw the fist heading towards his face. He leapt out of the way and ran to the other side of the room. When Vegeta attacked again, he dodged again. Growling, Vegeta created and after image right before he hit him again and reappeared behind blizzard.
"What?" gasped the lizard. A blast suddenly collided with his body and wiped him from the face of the universe.
"That's it, I'll take all the rest of the fighters on at the same time!" shouted Vegeta as he powered up to Super Saiyan 3 and pushed out his aura. The room was torn apart and all the neighboring rooms. He continued to power up until a commanding voice stopped him.
"Stop!" he paused and looked for the source of the voice. A tall, slim Ice-jin floated only 20 yards from him. Surrounding the figure were five others, who Vegeta assumed were the other Royal family members. "Why have you invaded my family and empire, Saiyan?"
"You invaded my world."
"Oh really? I am sorry. We scan power levels of each and every planet before sending our armies there, and usually stay away from the powerful planets. What was the name of your planet?"
"Earth."
"Ah, I know what planet you are talking about. That is the place where my Grandfather died."
"I suppose your grandfather was Frieza."
"Yes, indeed. Are you the descendant of the Saiyan that killed him?" At that Vegeta couldn't help but smirk.
"No. I am not the descendant; I was the one who killed him!"
All the ice-jin exclaimed at once, "What!?"
"Yes. Us Saiyans live to be about 120 years old, but I for some reason have lived to be far older."
"Hn, long lived pieces of shit I see."
"Watch your mouth Cold, before I rip it off."
"Another idle threat. My family, kill him!" All the ice-jin attacked at once, and Vegeta released a ki-wave at them, killing two instantly. He powered up to his level three max, and flew from one Iceling to the next crushing each and every one with a single blow until there were only two left. They backed off in fear and transformed into their max state. Even after watching the deaths of his family, the King was still stoic.
"It seems like a waste to have your entire family die at once, don't you think?" Vegeta said. King Cold said nothing. "What, you don't care that I just destroyed your legacy?" Cold glared at him, and said to his last two descendants,
"Leave. He's right, you are no match for him." They ran without hesitation. Vegeta let them leave, because he wasn't here to kill, he was here to die. An honorable death was all he sought, and he hoped this man could provide it.