Niron commanded the band of men that had captured the majority of Goten's legion. "Where are you Saiyan? Hah! So much for the Earth's Special Forces. Split amongst these humans they are nothing. They would have been better off if they had stayed as one group." Niron said to himself. "Men, fan out! They can't be that far away! They are hiding amongst the rocks! Flush them out!" Niron yelled to his men. "Where are you Saiyan? I should be able to feel your energy. You're hiding it. Clever Saiyan." He whispered to himself again. Niron tapped a stolen scouter that he wore and opened a link to Yoshimi. "Lord Yoshimi, the young Saiyan Goten is hiding from me. I cannot sense his energy." Niron spoke to Yoshimi.
"You're incompetent Niron." Yoshimi said. "I'll find him." Yoshimi concentrated hard and found Goten's mind, in his quest he found something interesting. He opened his eyes. "Niron, I found him, and I also found Goku. Hold your pursuit I want to be there when you capture him." Yoshimi vanished using an instant transmission like skill. It was more like hyper speed than instant transmission. It was not as fast or direct. Within a few seconds, he was standing next to Niron. He walked towards the direction that Goten was hiding. He walked up behind Goten and spoke.
"Hello Goten. How's your father doing? Humm?" Yoshimi said his British accent coated his words with a soothing sound.
Goten froze in fear. Then he composed himself and turned to face Yoshimi. "You know as well as I do, my father has been gone for a long time." Goten's voice had grown deeper to some extent.
"Poor stupid Saiyan. You have already forgotten I can read minds. Your father has returned some how, and I will take this time to personally greet him. I haven't seen him in so long. Have fun trying to run from Niron." Yoshimi said and vanished yet again. Yoshimi's speed was so fast that solid objects became permeable to him. He almost flew in a different dimension.
Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks had heard everything from the scouter. Before anyone could do anything to react, Yoshimi was in the room with them.
"Nice place Vegeta. It's homey. A few well set explosions should fix the place right up." Yoshimi said casually looking around the office. Then he directed his stair to Goku. "And where have you been hiding? No, you're no coward, that much is clear. So where has the Fabulous Goku been in these times of peril? When Earth and your friends need you most, you are nowhere to be found. You just let me slaughter them. Gohan was the most difficult though." Yoshimi pointed to his right shoulder. It was then that everyone noticed his whole right arm, from shoulder to fingertip, was mechanical. "He destroyed my arm and almost took my head with it. But," He made the word into a two-syllable word hanging on the 'u'. "I managed to prevent him from doing any more damage."
Vegeta let anger show visibly on his face. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Vegeta growled, "Just do what you came here to do!"
"Father!" Trunks yelled disbelievingly.
Yoshimi's eyes remained on Goku, but he spoke to Vegeta in his disturbingly calm voice. "Last time we met you shared some very hurtful memories with me. Do you remember what I made you remember? Allow me to refresh your memory… I believe it was during the Cell Games… and even before that…"
Vegeta gasped and his eyes grew large while his pupils shrunk. The memories flooded Vegeta's mind against his will. He tried to suppress them but he couldn't. He saw when he first met his future son. When Trunks from the future destroyed Freiza. When they trained in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Each time he would beat Trunks down and insult him. Then the most dreaded memory of them all. During the Cell Games…
Yoshimi redirected his attention to Vegeta, absorbing the expression on his face. "Yes Vegeta, that's it. Cell shot a beam of energy through your son's chest… Remember the pain you felt then? What would you do if that were to happen again?" He asked amusingly.
Goku butted in angrily, "Leave him alone!"
"Oh Goku, such a kind, carefree Saiyan. Why don't you rethink your opposing position? Join me. Your power could aid me immensely. What do you say?" Yoshimi asked.
"Incase you haven't noticed, I intend on defeating you, not joining you." Goku said readying himself for an attack.
"Yes, but Goku, I have your son…" Yoshimi said and vanished.
"That fiend! He has Goten and he intends to use him as blackmail." Trunks said sounding a little like Vegeta. "Yoshimi, you won't get away with this!" Trunks yelled into the air.
"Calm down Trunks. We'll save Goten." Goku turned and smiled at Trunks. The childish smile concealed his seriousness.
Trunks gave in to the smile and returned it. "It's inspiring to be around such confidence again. It's been so long since any of us have heard such positive thoughts." As he spoke, he turned to completely face Goku and placed a hand on Vegeta's desk.
Vegeta yanked open the desk drawer closest to him. The sudden action startled Trunks and he jumped away from the desk. Goku remained unaffected by it. The contents of the drawer clattered together from the force. The drawer contained a handful of scouters with blue lenses, pink lenses, and purple lenses. Vegeta took a pink-lensed scouter out and tossed it to Goku who caught it. Goku turned the device over repeatedly in his hand then looked at Trunks questioningly.
Trunks bent over so that he was eyelevel with Goku. "Here, you put it on like this." He took the scouter from Goku. "It goes on the left side of your head…" He struggled with the device. "It goes over your…" His voice trailed off as he adjusted the fit. "Like that." He clicked the scouter on and stood up strait again. Numbers scrolled across the fuchsia lens as it booted up. Then it flashed once and cleared, so that all that was left on the screen was a very tiny glowing Capsule Corp. logo in the top right corner to indicate that it was active.
Vegeta clicked on a comm. channel and awaited a reply. Both Trunks and Goku turned to face the screen when they heard a familiar feminine voice.
"Vegeta, it's been a while. What can I do for you?" The voice of Eighteen answered.
Goku noticed that she didn't look any different than she did in his time. She looked young enough to be Vegeta's daughter. Her metallic-blue eyes shimmered in the light. She spotted Goku and a confusion of emotions filled her face.
Vegeta spoke disregarding her expressions. "I'll explain everything when you arrive. I am reassembling the Z Force. Is…?"
A voice yelled from off screen overpowering Vegeta's voice, "Dad!" It was Bola, Vegeta's daughter. She wore a scouter as she joined Eighteen.
"I need you two to get here as soon as possible. I will contact Yamcha and Tien. See you when you get here. Vegeta out." He cut the link, shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. "She looks more and more like Bulma with each minute." Vegeta said opening his eyes.
"Yeah, especially in that outfit. Mom always wore it." Trunks said reminiscently.
"She fills it out just like your mother did. I don't think she has any of my genes at all. They're all your mother's." Vegeta said.
"She has your fighting spirit Vegeta." Goku said. "She defiantly has Saiyan blood, and it's your Saiyan blood."
Vegeta couldn't help but smile.
Goten was sitting in an alcove with two of his companions. Yoshimi approached the alcove to speak to Goten. All that stood between them was a force shield. Yoshimi studied Goten thoroughly, looking at the helpless Saiyan. Goten had his head down, face parallel to the ground, with one hand supporting his head with his elbow on his knee. Goten knew Yoshimi was watching him, but in an act of defiance, he chose to ignore him. Goten didn't move, though his companions shifted uneasily as Yoshimi's eyes bore down at Goten. Of all things, Yoshimi couldn't stand to be ignored. He quickly became agitated.
"Saiyan!" Yoshimi yelled in a controlling tone. The kind of tone that would make anyone snap to attention reflexively. It was pitched just right so it would have that exact effect, a controlling effect.
Goten looked up instantly, unable to control his obedient reaction. He glared at Yoshimi with a deadly stair. A look of pure hate. If looks could kill Yoshimi would be dead. Goten's companions had jumped to their feet with that one word. Goten glanced at his companions then back at Yoshimi.
Yoshimi looked satisfied with the effect the word had on the three men. So much power one word can have if given the proper delivery. His lips twisted into a tainted smile. "Now that I have your attention, your father seems to think he can rescue you. I have been monitoring his thoughts. And you are going to kill him. Is that clear?"
Goten shut his eyes, turned his head away, and a half smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What makes you think I will kill him?" Goten asked in an arrogant attitude.
Growing up with Prince Vegeta has changed his disposition significantly. He used to be so much like his father. But now… This will be to my advantage. "Oh, you will. There is no mistaking it." He said as Xino walked up behind Yoshimi.
Yoshimi tapped a button and the force shield flashed. Xino stepped forward, but Goten decided to take this opportunity to try to escape. He propelled forward, but collided with the shield and fell to the ground. The two other men quickly went to his aid and helped him up. Yoshimi laughed in amusement. Goten rubbed his head in pain. It was like hitting a brick wall.
"It is a one sided shield. Unless I completely take it down. But I know better than to do that. You hapless fool. I have to credit you on your rambunctious behavior though." Yoshimi said.
Xino entered the cell and took Goten by the shoulders.
"Now that we're all together again I'll explain our situation." Vegeta's voice rang through the big room. Grey walls made of steel, ground made of concrete, with a high roof. It looked like an airplane hanger with out the airplanes and with reinforced walls. Next to Vegeta stood Trunks and Goku. In front of him was the remaining Z Fighters, the Earth's Special Forces. In front of him stood Android Eighteen, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Bula. "Goten has been captured alive. They intend to use him as blackmail against Goku. We're not going to let that happen. We're going to end this here and now! The killing, the fighting, all of it stops now!" Everyone had confident smiles on their faces. "This is a dangerous mission I know, I will understand if anyone wants to drop out, but we need every one of you to make this possible. If you're with us take one step…" Before Vegeta could finish everyone took a step forward. Vegeta smiled. If he weren't Vegeta there would be a tear of joy in his eye.
"We're with you all the way Vegeta!" Tien yelled thrusting his fist into the air.
"Yeah!" Yamcha said doing the same as Tien.
They were followed by the rest of the Z Fighters.
Vegeta makes a great leader. I see why he is the Prince of all Saiyans. He has leadership in his blood. Goku thought with a smile.
"I have scouters with out any defects. They have never been used so they are fully charged. There is one for each of you." Trunks said. Then he looked around for Mikua, but didn't see her. He put the box of scouters down on the table and went to find Mikua. He had taken one of the fuchsia-lensed scouters with him.
"Dad, I don't see why we have to wear these things. We can sense power levels." Bula inquired.
"They are communicators and also have detailed, up to date maps downloaded into them. You can even check your teammate's vital singes and keep track of them. The scouter will tell you exactly how many people are approaching and how many of them are friend or foe." Vegeta replied.
Trunks approached with Mikua at his side. He had his arm around her. "Father, Mikua is going to join us. She is very skilled and…"
"Of course." Vegeta nodded in approval. "But if I were you, I would wait until we win this to plan the wedding." Vegeta said.
Trunks looked at his father shocked. Mikua blushed, and her already pink skin turned a dark red on her cheeks.
"Don't look so shocked. It's pretty much written on your face. Every time you're in the room with her…" Vegeta smiled.
This time Trunks blushed.