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Ok, back here with chapter two of Kabocha. I'm going to try to go into extreme detail of Kabocha now. This chapter is sort of a back story. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2: Kabocha's Decision

Now that we were done with Freeza's best, I looked back at my decision to abandon my allies. Even now, I'm not sure if my decision was right. I feel like I let my team down, but there was nothing I could too.

Flashback.

"Kabocha, attack these betrayers!" my leader yelled. This should have been an ordinary mission, but I guess that Freeza was already sarting his plan to eradicate the saiyan. I first realized this when we landed on the planet. Most of the bugs, that were alive, had an average power of about 1,500. The other power, Freeza's elite, had a power of about 8,000. My power level then was about 10,000, but there was so many of them.

Not even our leader could stop them, and his power was about 14,200. By the time I did realize we had no chance, it was too late. The elites had destroyed our entire squad. I lay unconscious when they though I was dead. When I had slipped back into consciousness the fighting was over.

I looked at my fallen comrades, strewn over the battlefield like common trash. I looked down at all the elites that we had taken. Man, I thought, if those are Freeza elite's he has a reason to be scared. Indeed he should be, we had probably killed 20 of his best soldiers.

I located my pod about two or three miles from the battlefield. It felt like a funeral that would never happen. My fallen comrades had died at the hand's of our boss, and I couldn't even honor their deeds. But I still didn't understand it, Freeza thinking that we would start a revolution. I mean maybe of a few of the very extremely paranoid ones though about it, but never had we even disobeyed Freeza's commanding force. There was a reason for it, and all the saiyans knew it.

One of our proudest saiyans, Ninjin, had tried fighting Freeza and his elites, alone. He had never come back, and when we all found out about it, Freeza boasted it to us. We had been angry for about a week before we realized that this was Ninjin's fault. He had thought that he was to independent for Freeza's leadership. Well, let's just say, Freeza thought otherwise.

When this happened, nothing like it had never happened before. It was completely random and one of our finest soldiers had perished.

I though back to these thought often. Perhaps to often I though about them. The only thing that kept me going was revenge. That was the only reason I had let the strange, green, bug things train me. I had to train and the only reason I would train with them without killing them, was because I didn't want to be banished to a distant planet full of solitude. At least here, I could train and test my power on these weak, peaceful people.

But after my training, I had realized that these creatures were loving and caring. I was disgusted to realize that they had rubbed off on me. I tried gaining that killer edge back to my personality, but it couldn't be done.

Revenge, though, fueled my blood. As I was training I hardly even noticed the look of disdain I saw on the namekians' faces. I didn't care what they thought.

There was another memory that resonated with me, even more than the death of my comrades, the death of my father.

Flashback.

I was sitting outside one of the many training rooms in the saiyan empire. A scout that bore the patch of my father's squad walked up to me. When he looked into my face, I saw the pain in his eyes. I knew that a saiyan with that look on his face had terrible news. I stood up abruptly and leaned on the wall as the saiyan finished his walk to me. He opened his mouth and coughed. "Um, sir, I'm not sure how to say this," he started, but he couldn't finish. I stared at him, trying to be reassuring. "Ok, I'll try... son, your father was...um...killed in combat. He was battling five of the Kanassa's best soldiers. One of them crept up behind him and blasted him into a building. From then on they repeatedly blasted him until his remains were... destroyed. We have nothing left from him. I'm so sorry, boy," his face was choked up as he walked away from me.

My legs fell out from under me, and I went down to the ground into a sitting position. "F-father! Why did you go do this! You were all I had left!" My hair stood up on end, like it was metal and a magnet was above the metal. My saiyan aura slightly erupted, causing the wall to cave in a little. My scouter, which was on, went haywire, saying that my power level was about 25,000! When realistically at the time 8,000-9,000.

Tears rolled down my eyes, as I pounded my fists on the fine marble, crushing it. Tears were now pattering the floor, silently. I was like that until the tears just wouldn't come out anymore. I got up and brushed myself off. Then it completely hit me: My only surviving relative was dead. My father no less. I tried walking to my home, but just a few yards from the huge building, my legs buckled and I fell face first into the ground. I didn't even try to get up,I just lay there and fell into a deep slumber. It was a dream that would haunt me forever. It was my father speaking to me and telling me not to worry, that I would become a saiyan that would give my father immeasurable pride. I woke up thinking on how to do my father proud.

I lifted my face off of the dirt. My face contorted from fearful into a look of determination. I slowly walked back too the training room, and started my training to defeat any foe that ever crossed me...

I finished my memory and remembered the space pod landing on Namek. I looked off into the distance at where the saiyan ship landed. I sensed Vegeta's power. It was much smaller than I had hoped it to be. At least, I thought, there is another like me. I stood up in the cave that Nail and I now shared with the earthlings and saiyan kid. "I need to go, I have something to check up on." But before I could fly away from the cave, the bald earthling stood up, also.

"If you are going to face Vegeta, we're going to," the bald one said, signaling for the saiyan kid. I shook my head violently.

"What do you mean 'fight'. I am going to check up on him, and hopefully align himself with us," I said, still shaking my head.

"Vegeta won't be allies with us, he'll kill you. And he won't even bat an eyelash. He is that ruthless!" The bald one exclaimed.

"If you haven't noticed yet, I am a saiyan. And he is now the king of our race! Also,without Vegeta's help, I am afraid that we will fail miserably against Freeza and his empire. Have you felt Freeza's power! It is much higher than ours combined!" The bald earthling's face contorted into concentration.

"Well... Fine we will let you go. But if you have to fight Vegeta be wary of his tactics. He won't hesitate to slaughter his own race." The baldy said. At that I smirked, victorious. I flew out of the cave towards Vegeta.

"Woe Vegeta, I didn't expect this huge gap in our powers. Or are you suppressing it? Whatever the case, I will make you our ally. We need you. If we can prepare enough with you, we might stand a chance. Let's hope I'm right on that claim." I flew off, rushing to find Vegeta.

It took about ten minutes or so, but I came up on a namekian village. My energy soared, as my rage came out. I lowered my self next to the dead elder. "Who did this?" I shouted, angrily. I raised my head, and saw the invader. Wearing his patented blue, yellow, and white saiyan armor, Vegeta stood there smirking. I stared into Vegeta's dark eyes. I knew that i could never trust him, even though he was the king of our people.

"I see you bore the middle-class saiyan armor. So, who did you take that from?" Vegeta interrogated.

"Vegeta," I said, my face turning into rage. "Why did you kill these peaceful people? I know that they wouldn't try and attack you first," I said my eyes bulging with anger.

"So, you are a saiyan, I presume. Or are you one of Freeza's scouts. If you are, then you better leave because I have no reason not to kill you." Vegeta clicked his scouter. "Oh wow," Vegeta said mockingly, "you have a power level of 11,000 and rising. There we go, your final power level is 12,000." Vegeta smirked and blasted me. I deflected his attack away easily. "What was that?!" Vegeta yelled angrily. I felt his power upsurge slightly. I was actually kind of happy to see him have some emotion, even if it was anger.

I raised my power for show, and waited for the look of confusion on Vegeta's face. "What?" Vegeta said. "You have a power of 17,000! No wait, it's still going up. The final power reading is 28,200! There is no way you are a Freeza scout. Your power is much greater than his elites! So then, who are you?" Vegeta asked.

I raised my head like I was going to say something important, but I played him. "It's a secret," I said, smirking. Then I remembered the vision of the dead namekians, even if I was a saiyan, I had lived with these people for 25 years! They were my new people, and I wouldn't let anyone kill them. I gave a shriek of fury and charged Vegeta.

My fist connected with his gut, before he had time to react. I raised my elbow, and smacked it into the back of Vegeta's head. He yelled in pain. I smiled in delight. I then jumped up and came down, crushing Vegeta's back into the ground. I then released a fury of purple ki blasts that pelted Vegeta. I heard the yells and groans of pain from Vegeta. Then all at once they stopped. I jumped to the ground and let the dust settle. What I saw was Vegeta's limp body, lying in the crater I had created. I smirked.

"So Vegeta, I guess you weren't the king I thought you were." I flew off, not even caring if he was dead or alive. I just had vented my rage into the intruder of planet Namek.

Hey, that was a decent chapter, huh? Anyway, is Vegeta dead or alive. Find out next time!