Zoanoids Attack.
Chapter Two - Vegata's History.
"Sit down my friend. I just need to see to Loz's arm." I said gesturing to a chair at the kitchen table as Loz rolled up his sleeve revealing a gash on his arm. "No thanks I'd rather stand." The stranger replied leaning against the doorframe and watching me as I retrieved the first aid kit from the cupboard. Loz gave a sharp intake of breath as I applied alcohol to his wound. "My name is Ken and this is Loz." I introduced Loz and myself to the stranger as I bandaged Loz's arm. "I'm Vegata" he retorted his eyes continuing to follow my movements. "So what were you doing at Chronos tonight Vegata?" the suspicion Loz felt coming through in his voice as he asked the question to which we both wanted the answer. Not that I was ungrateful for his help, but I still wondered why he had been there. Did he work for Chronos? I didn't think he did, but then again he could have helped us to make us believe he was a friend. A thousand possible answers to that million-dollar question whirled through my head. "I was there tonight looking for a friend of mine." Vegata answered his gaze slowly turning to Loz. That wasn't the answer I was expecting. "Does your friend work at Chronos?" Loz asked probably thinking he knew this person.
A strange sort of sadness shone in Vegata's eyes as he slowly shook his head. "No she doesn't work there" he said his voice barely a whisper, but the pain that he felt coming through crystal clear in his tone. Leaning against the sink I studied Vegata closely. He looked to be about the same age as Loz, which made him maybe 23 or 24 years old. His black hair and bright blue eyes stood out against the paleness of his skin. The slump of his shoulders told me he was carrying a burden he shouldn't have to bear. What that burden was I couldn't even guess. There was an angry storm brewing in his eyes that chilled my very soul. This angry young man was someone that shouldn't be messed with. "So what happened?" I asked gently. "It's a long story, I wouldn't want to bore you guys." The humour in his voice not quite disguising the grateful tone. I guessed he hadn't spoken to anyone about what had happened. "Well we weren't planning on going anywhere. Beside maybe we could help." I said crossing the kitchen and pulling three beers out of the fridge. I tossed one to Loz and offered the other to Vegata. He took the drink and opened it, but he didn't drink any. "I guess it all really started with my parents. Even though I was born on Earth my parents and grandparents are from a planet called Vegata. I knew my father and grandfather were great warriors. I used to sit and listen to the stories they would tell of battles they had fought. I would sit and watch them train together. I would dream of being as good as them, if not better when I grew up. When I was deemed old enough by my grandfather he began to train me. The fighting came naturally to me and within a few years I was a better fighter than either of them. By the time I was twelve I had tapped into the power and potential of the Super Saiyan. This outstripped my grandfathers expectations of me" he began running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before continuing, "When I was 16 years old myself and five of my friends banded together and we became known as the Sacred Circle. My father became our mentor. He taught my friends everything he knew. We went out and battled anyone who threatened the safety of the people of Tokyo. For the first time in my life I felt as if I had a purpose in life and I knew I had found five kindred spirits. I was elected by the others to be field commander and my friend Vixen was chosen as my second in command. This meant that if I was killed in battle she would lead the others."
The pain and anger had flared up again at the mention of his friend's name. A single thought flashed across my mind. He must have cared for this woman a lot. Vegata crossed to the window. Crossing his arms over his chest and bowing his head. Loz and I waited silently not wanting to rush him into recounting something that was obviously painful for him to remember. After a few moments he spoke again. "A week ago I was training with my grandfather in the mountains outside of Tokyo. When we returned to collect the others before going out four dead bodies nailed to a wall greeted us. Vixen I noticed wasn't there. My instinct told me she was in trouble. I rushed round to her house only to be told that she had gone to meet the others about an hour previously. My grandfather and I searched everywhere for her, my felling that she was in trouble getting worse by the minute. Our search was to no avail. A couple of days ago I received a note through the post saying if I wanted to see Vixen alive again I had to surrender myself to Chronos." He concluded bitterly.
"Are you certain Chronos has her?" I asked. "I'm positive. They sent this with the note." He replied reaching into his jacket pocket and tossing something at me. I looked at what he had thrown to me. It was a photo of what looked like a tattoo. "How does this prove that it's your friend?" I asked confused passing the photo to Loz. "Because all the members of the Sacred Circle has one of those tattoos." He said taking off his jacket and shirt revealing the exact same tattoo on the back of his right shoulder. "Maybe we could kill two birds with one stone" Loz broke in as Vegata put his shirt back on. Loz had been so quiet I'd almost forgotten he was there. I knew exactly what Loz had in mind. "What do you mean?" Vegata asked puzzled. "What I mean is if we team up perhaps we can take down Chronos and get your friend back in one fell swoop." Loz explained grinning at me as he realised I was thinking the same thing. We both turned to look at Vegata to find him grinning wickedly at Loz. "Thank you both for believing me." Vegata said solemnly. "You're welcome. So are you in?" I replied. "Sounds like fun." He quipped.
Chapter Two - Vegata's History.
"Sit down my friend. I just need to see to Loz's arm." I said gesturing to a chair at the kitchen table as Loz rolled up his sleeve revealing a gash on his arm. "No thanks I'd rather stand." The stranger replied leaning against the doorframe and watching me as I retrieved the first aid kit from the cupboard. Loz gave a sharp intake of breath as I applied alcohol to his wound. "My name is Ken and this is Loz." I introduced Loz and myself to the stranger as I bandaged Loz's arm. "I'm Vegata" he retorted his eyes continuing to follow my movements. "So what were you doing at Chronos tonight Vegata?" the suspicion Loz felt coming through in his voice as he asked the question to which we both wanted the answer. Not that I was ungrateful for his help, but I still wondered why he had been there. Did he work for Chronos? I didn't think he did, but then again he could have helped us to make us believe he was a friend. A thousand possible answers to that million-dollar question whirled through my head. "I was there tonight looking for a friend of mine." Vegata answered his gaze slowly turning to Loz. That wasn't the answer I was expecting. "Does your friend work at Chronos?" Loz asked probably thinking he knew this person.
A strange sort of sadness shone in Vegata's eyes as he slowly shook his head. "No she doesn't work there" he said his voice barely a whisper, but the pain that he felt coming through crystal clear in his tone. Leaning against the sink I studied Vegata closely. He looked to be about the same age as Loz, which made him maybe 23 or 24 years old. His black hair and bright blue eyes stood out against the paleness of his skin. The slump of his shoulders told me he was carrying a burden he shouldn't have to bear. What that burden was I couldn't even guess. There was an angry storm brewing in his eyes that chilled my very soul. This angry young man was someone that shouldn't be messed with. "So what happened?" I asked gently. "It's a long story, I wouldn't want to bore you guys." The humour in his voice not quite disguising the grateful tone. I guessed he hadn't spoken to anyone about what had happened. "Well we weren't planning on going anywhere. Beside maybe we could help." I said crossing the kitchen and pulling three beers out of the fridge. I tossed one to Loz and offered the other to Vegata. He took the drink and opened it, but he didn't drink any. "I guess it all really started with my parents. Even though I was born on Earth my parents and grandparents are from a planet called Vegata. I knew my father and grandfather were great warriors. I used to sit and listen to the stories they would tell of battles they had fought. I would sit and watch them train together. I would dream of being as good as them, if not better when I grew up. When I was deemed old enough by my grandfather he began to train me. The fighting came naturally to me and within a few years I was a better fighter than either of them. By the time I was twelve I had tapped into the power and potential of the Super Saiyan. This outstripped my grandfathers expectations of me" he began running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before continuing, "When I was 16 years old myself and five of my friends banded together and we became known as the Sacred Circle. My father became our mentor. He taught my friends everything he knew. We went out and battled anyone who threatened the safety of the people of Tokyo. For the first time in my life I felt as if I had a purpose in life and I knew I had found five kindred spirits. I was elected by the others to be field commander and my friend Vixen was chosen as my second in command. This meant that if I was killed in battle she would lead the others."
The pain and anger had flared up again at the mention of his friend's name. A single thought flashed across my mind. He must have cared for this woman a lot. Vegata crossed to the window. Crossing his arms over his chest and bowing his head. Loz and I waited silently not wanting to rush him into recounting something that was obviously painful for him to remember. After a few moments he spoke again. "A week ago I was training with my grandfather in the mountains outside of Tokyo. When we returned to collect the others before going out four dead bodies nailed to a wall greeted us. Vixen I noticed wasn't there. My instinct told me she was in trouble. I rushed round to her house only to be told that she had gone to meet the others about an hour previously. My grandfather and I searched everywhere for her, my felling that she was in trouble getting worse by the minute. Our search was to no avail. A couple of days ago I received a note through the post saying if I wanted to see Vixen alive again I had to surrender myself to Chronos." He concluded bitterly.
"Are you certain Chronos has her?" I asked. "I'm positive. They sent this with the note." He replied reaching into his jacket pocket and tossing something at me. I looked at what he had thrown to me. It was a photo of what looked like a tattoo. "How does this prove that it's your friend?" I asked confused passing the photo to Loz. "Because all the members of the Sacred Circle has one of those tattoos." He said taking off his jacket and shirt revealing the exact same tattoo on the back of his right shoulder. "Maybe we could kill two birds with one stone" Loz broke in as Vegata put his shirt back on. Loz had been so quiet I'd almost forgotten he was there. I knew exactly what Loz had in mind. "What do you mean?" Vegata asked puzzled. "What I mean is if we team up perhaps we can take down Chronos and get your friend back in one fell swoop." Loz explained grinning at me as he realised I was thinking the same thing. We both turned to look at Vegata to find him grinning wickedly at Loz. "Thank you both for believing me." Vegata said solemnly. "You're welcome. So are you in?" I replied. "Sounds like fun." He quipped.