In a dark room with only one light in the center of the room that cast every thing in shadow, stood the group of men that attacked Gohan and Trunks. The leader of them knelt down to a huge man in a chair in front of him. The man's entire body was cast in shadow. Nothing but his silhouette could be seen.
"Dogen, where is Kina?" The loud voice of the man in the chair boomed.
The man in the light trembled in fear. His voice wavered as he spoke. "I'm sorry sir… We lost her… These two boys showed up and… They…"
"Spit it out!" The man in the chair yelled, as he grew impatient.
"They beat us pretty bad, sir." He said hastily.
"They did, did they? Well you know how I tolerate failure."
"No, please sir! I swear we will make it up to you! Just please don't."
A bolt of energy blazed passed the man identified as Dogen and hit one of his men square in the chest. Sending him flying backwards until his body crashed against the wall. His body left an impact crater where he had hit. The man was clearly dead. The remaining three men all began to whimper in fear.
"You have three more chances left Dogen. That means each time you fail, one of your men dies. Until you are the only one left to die. Is that understood?" The man's calm, but angry voice boomed.
"Ye… Yes M'Lord." Dogen's voice shook in fear.
"Good, now go! Leave my presence. You don't deserve to be here any longer."
The three men stood up quickly and rushed out the door. As they left, another man walked in. He had an amused smirk on his face as he watched the three men run in terror.
"Ha, ha, ha." He laughed. "Those fools! Why do you keep those miserable humans around? All they do is cause trouble. They are good for nothing but getting in the way." The man said. His voice was not as deep as the man in the shadows was.
"Niron, what do you have to report?" The big man asked.
The man entered the lighted part of the room. His skin was a pail green and his hair was dark emerald in color. It was long, and pulled back into a loose bun. On any other man, that hairstyle would look feminine, but on this man, it fit him well. His eyes were blood red and a deep scar etched its self across his face, from his left eyebrow descending downward diagonally towards his right ear, crossing his eye and nose. And another parallel to the first, but shorter in length on his left cheek. Almost like feline scratches of some kind. His smile bore two long fang-like teeth on his top jaw. His attire was a tight purple jumpsuit with black boots and gloves. He wore a chest plate made of black and green, similar to Vegeta's Saiyan Armor. His face was battle hardened and his body was the same. This man was also a fierce warrior. He spoke, "Your Excellency, you're men will fail. Intelligence tells us that the two boys that they fought were Gohan and Trunks." He awaited a reply from the man in the shadow.
"Am I supposed to know those petty names?" He asked impatiently.
"Sorry My Lord." Niron apologized. "They are Saiyans. Well half Saiyan to be exact. Gohan is the offspring of the one called Kakarot, or commonly referred to as Goku. And here's where it gets interesting. Trunks is the son of Prince Vegeta. Both Kakarot and the Prince are on this planet."
"What? Two Saiyans, here! How could your men have overlooked this! I thought Freeza destroyed their measly planet long ago. I know he took the Prince as a consolation prize. Along with Raditz and Nappa, but were did this Kakarot come from? You say he is a full-blooded Saiyan? How, I want to know!" The man was outraged.
"We are unsure My Lord. We have records of Vegeta's arrival with Nappa and Raditz, but records show that Kakarot was here before that. As a matter of fact, he fought off the invasion and won against the three warriors. We have no records as to his energy levels, or physical strength. There is little information on any of the surviving Saiyans, except for the little we gathered from Freeza's scouter on Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz."
"Very well then. I need you to put Kakarot and Vegeta on your priority list. Learn as much as you can about them and their offspring. I expect a full report in two days. I want to know where they are located, how strong they are, and their weaknesses. Is that understood?"
"Yes My Lord Tournga. It shall be done as you wish." Niron said taking a bow and exiting the room.
Inside the living quarters of the Capsule Corp. building, the Saiyans and their families had finished their meal and most of them were content. The large dining room table was cluttered with empty dishes. There was no food left on the table. Chi Chi, Bulma, Videl, and Bula were in the kitchen cleaning the mounds of dirty dishes.
"Urrgh! Those men, who do they think they are? They go and eat us out of house and home, and they don't even help with the dishes!" Chi Chi said angrily, scrubbing the enamel off the plate.
Bulma smiled and giggled a playful, admirable giggle. Just be glad that they are home… and safe…She thought. Vegeta, Trunks, Goku…She sighed and continued to clean the plates. She turned to say something to Chi Chi and found her to be gone. Only seconds later she heard Chi Chi's angry, loud voice scream.
"IF YOU GUYS WANT TO EAT, THEN YOU WILL HELP CLEAN UP! WE ARE NOT YOUR SLAVES, YOU KNOW! IF YOU EVER WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER MEAL THEN I SUGGEST YOU HELP WITH THE CLEAN UP!"
Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, and Goten jumped and had a horrified look plastered on their faces. Vegeta quickly suppressed the shocked look and regained his arrogant disposition. He folded his arms over his chest and gave a muffled humph!
Chi Chi turned when she didn't see Trunks. He had already begun to clear off the table before she entered the room. She smiled at him, then turned back to the other four.
"You should be more like Trunks! He is a young gentleman; I can't say the same for the rest of you." Chi Chi turned and headed back into the kitchen letting the door slam behind her.
Goku, Gohan, and Goten quickly joined Trunks, carried as many dishes as they could hold, and walked into the kitchen. Vegeta reluctantly gathered the last pile of dishes and left them in the kitchen. He then left the Capsule Corp. building and went to vent a bit more before it gets too late.
Vegeta had flown a good ten or fifteen miles out of West City. He was now in an abandoned wilderness out side of civilization. There weren't even any hermits that lived here in this abandoned area. It was a safe place to train. He trained here often, sometimes alone, sometimes with Trunks. He found a sense of achievement when he was here. He could train with out anything to interfere. Vegeta landed on the ground in the middle of a clearing. He looked around slowly, took a deep breath, then began to power up. He let out a yell that echoed through out the canyon. Small rocks began to rise off the ground and an intense energy aura surrounded him. His muscles began to bulge and grow. Veins became very apparent on his arms, legs, chest, neck, and face. His aura of energy exploded and left a massive crater beneath him. He hovered above it as if the ground were still there. Chunks of the ground beneath him began to break apart and levitate, then disintegrate. Ferocious streams of electricity shot wildly through Vegeta's aura of energy followed by the heightened sound of sharp static. It threatened anyone to get close enough, to try to challenge this power. Vegeta's black hair began to fade to a golden yellow color. His black eyes disappeared and reappeared a vibrant green. Then another burst of energy and an even greater crater was formed below him. His hair grew by a fraction of an inch, but his power level increased dramatically. He wanted to let it all go, to let all his energy loose, to reach his full potential. Was this his full potential? Vegeta wondered. Was this all he could muster up? Super Saiyan Two, an Ascended Saiyan? He had tasted the power of Super Saiyan Four. The feeling of invincibleness. No! I will ascend further! I will make it to… Super Saiyan Three! His energy exploded again. The crater beneath him was so large the bottom could not be seen. But no transformation occurred. Vegeta dropped his arms to his sides and the expression on his face eased into a look of defeat. The enormous energy aura shrunk into it's self until it was just a glow around his body. He dropped his head back and looked up at the night sky. A slight breeze blew and his hair swayed. He shut his eyes and relaxed all his muscles. He let the calm night flow through and around him. Kakarot…You had managed to ascend to Super Saiyan Three. Why can't I do it? I will never understand. You, a mere low class warrior, have surpassed every obstacle that you encounter, every problem you face, when things look impossible. Where others would have given in, where I would have surrendered, you accomplish the impossible. You…You are a true Super Saiyan…Vegeta opened his eyes, and lifted his head upright.
"How long have you been standing there?" Vegeta asked the figure standing behind him in the distance. "Well, speak up!" He said as he turned to face the figure with fierce eyes.
"I'm sorry dad," Trunks said. He shoved off the ground, flew over, and landed in front of his father. "I just… I just wanted to…" He tried to find words, but none came to him. He sighed abandoning the futile effort.
"I have told you not to follow me before." Vegeta said sternly. He looked into Trunks face. He could see a mingle of emotions mixed into the boy's face. He's hanging around Kakarot's kid too much. He is beginning to remind me of Kakarot. Vegeta thought. Or maybe I'm around Kakarot him self too much. Vegeta shoved his thoughts to the back of his mind for later discretion.
"I'll leave." Trunks broke the silence. He turned away.
"Now why would I let you leave?" Vegeta asked challengingly with a smile.
Trunks smiled back and turned back to face his father taking on a defensive position. "I'm ready to take you on." He said. His hair blew upwards with the rushing current of his rising power level. A flash of light, his eyes were now green, and his hair was golden blonde and standing strait up. He dropped his jacket to the ground beside him. His energy aura blazed wildly.
"Hehe." Vegeta gave a short laugh. "Well then, I won't disappoint you." Vegeta shot forward, hovering above the ground, at a speed that caused an indented trail to be left behind him in the cracked, dry ground.
Trunks had not expected such speed so soon. His father usually toyed with him for a bit until he began to build up strength and match his father. Then Vegeta would get serious and make it impossible for him to fight back. All Trunks could do was block. His speed was not near fast enough to get him out of the way when he was this close. Trunks brought his hands up to block, but again to his surprise Vegeta passed him then circled around quickly, came up behind him and landed a kick in the middle of Trunks' back. Pain surged through Trunks. Every nerve ending in his back was screaming. His body flew forward, it would have gone further, but a great force in front of him abruptly ended the collision course with the ground. His father had used his incredible speed to get in front of him before he hit.
Vegeta caught Trunks by the back of the shirt. "What's wrong? Giving up already?" Vegeta taunted.
"No," Trunks said as he kicked his father in the chest propelling him self out of his father's grip. He felt a draft in his shirt and reached back to check it out. There was a big hole in his black shirt. It fell off his shoulder on one side, almost down to his elbow. He pulled the torn cloth over his head and dropped it on the ground. "Mom isn't going to be happy about that." Trunks said calmly.
Vegeta dropped the shredded cloth from Trunks' shirt. Vegeta propelled forward again. He moved so fast Trunks couldn't see him. He reappeared behind him again, but didn't move. He just stayed there, taunting.
Trunks swiveled around and punched Vegeta in the face, but Vegeta vanished again before the punch could make contact. "Darn it!" Trunks said sounding worried. Where are you, father? Trunks shut his eyes to sense his father's energy. He opened them wide in shock when he pinpointed his father's location. He gritted his teeth in fear. Oh no!