Author Note: Still no Beta-reader. Nothing else to say really.

Update Note: Same as the previous one.

Ch 3 Demon King II

"Wake up. We're there."

"About time." At the sound of the other's voice, he stretched himself out. He got of the chamber and stepped beside his long haired companion. They looked out the window.

"So that's her? Our new hiding place?" he asked.

"No." The other answered. "We're out of supplies, we need to restock."

"Don't we have enough food?" he questioned.

"Yes, but we need more than just food." The other turned to him. "This one is under Cooler's control, so we need to keep our heads down while we restock." He nodded. He had long since came to trust in the other's judgement. It had saved them several times since that day.

Two years ago.

The pink tail slammed down unto the floor, shaking the entire room.

"What do you mean, he's GONE!" At the last word, the tail slammed down again.

"Lord Frieza, please. We really don't know." He said from his knees, not daring to look up.

"And he LEFT his CHIP BEHIND?!" The tyrant continued, ignoring the pleas.

"But we only found out after we had landed." His companion tried to reason.

At this moment, the door of the chamber slid open, and revealed a yellow alien, wearing white robes. The alien stepped in, and went to his knee.

"Lord Frieza." He said. "The results are in. According to the records from the ship, it had not been opened until it arrived here. Also, the entire chip was removed perfectly, without any blood staining either it or the ship. It is still completely intact, the anti-removal had not been activated either." Frieza glared at the man.

"ZARBON!" he snapped around to his subject. "GET OUT! FIND HIM!"

"Yes sir." Zarbon ran for his life, he had never seen his sire so angry.

"And get these two to the tech labs! I want the S7 installed in them immediately!"

"No please. We didn't do anything." Nappa begged.

"SILENCE!" Frieza blasted the Saiyan through the stomach. A few minions grabbed him and Raditz, and dragged them out of the room. Raditz did not resist. Nappa couched up some blood. Then everything went black.

When he woke, he found himself floating in some liquid. He opened his eyes, and found himself between complicated looking devices. The tech lab. Fear squeezed his chest, as he reached up to his face. He flinched when his fingers came in contact with cold metal. Then he realized he was in a healing pod. He gasped, remembering what had happened to him, and looked down at his abdomen. A large mark covered them, but the hole was gone.

"Wait a moment." A voice cut trough the silence. Nappa turned his head, and looked at Raditz, who stood outside, glancing in. He reached over to something Nappa couldn't see. After a few moments he walked up the healing pod, and opened it, letting Nappa out. The fist thing he noticed was the stink of burning flesh, a scent all too familiar to him. He looked around, but saw no burn marks.

"We have to hurry; I don't know how much time we have." Raditz said to him, tossing him some armour and a scouter.

"But the chips…?" Nappa began.

"Are not coming with us." Raditz ended, pointing to a nearby table. On it were some complicated looking devices, with many wires running between several components. There were two of them, and they were much larger than the chip they found in Vegeta's ship. The infamous S7.

Nappa looked at the weaker Saiyan with a questioning look.

"I pretended to be unconscious as well. Since you were thrown into the healing pod, they started operation on me, without even bothering with any sedatives. The moment that blasted device left my neck I jumped up, and killed all but two of them. Then I waited for you to become stable. When you did, I made the last two take out your chip, and killed them afterwards. I just finished cleaning up. It should take a while before anyone finds out we're gone."

Nappa put on his armour but not the scouter, pocketing it instead. He followed Raditz out of the room. They ran towards the launch bay in silence. Once there Raditz pointed towards a few older pods. "Those two will do." He said.

Nappa held his left hand behind his back, and charged up an energy blast. "For what?" He questioned. "We won't get far in those things."

"We don't have to." Raditz said, not looking back. He said down by one of the pods, opening it and reaching inside. "They're just for a trip to Amirry. It's close by, and doesn't have a moon."

"And then what?"

"And then we wait, until our pursuers bring us faster ships." Raditz pulled out some circuitry. But behind his back, Nappa held out the blast, aiming at him.

"Don't forget the scouter, that's how we'll be tracked." Raditz continued.

"And since when was that a good thing?" A grin found its way unto Nappa's face.

"After all, Frieza knows we transform under the full moon. Since Amirry doesn't have a moon, and he has men stronger than us in our normal forms, Frieza hopefully won't bother coming himself, and send some henchmen after us. Henchmen with fast ships." Raditz stood up again, looking at his handiwork. "There, that should hold until we arrive."

Nappa walked up to the other Saiyan, his hand still outstretched. Raditz didn't notice, as he walked towards the other pod.

"So your great plan is to trap ourselves on a planet with no moon, with soldiers stronger than us. And they are just going to stand by while we take their ships?" Mockery could be heard in his voice.

"But that's the beauty of it. They will. After all, I don't need a moon."

Nappa froze for a moment, then lowered his arm. 'And here I was thinking he outlived his usefulness.' He watched Raditz work for a few moments. "What makes you so sure Frieza won't come himself?"

"Frieza? Chasing after two monkeys? The idea alone would kill his ego." He stood up. "Ok, we're good to go."

"What did you do?"

"I may have ripped out some useless stuff, like communications. And remote control."

"See you on Amirry." Nappa said, stepping in one of the pods. 'This might actually work.'

The next thing he saw were the grey skies of Amirry. Raditz had already came out of his pod.

"Put your scouter on." He said to Nappa. "Dodoria is waiting for us; he passed us an hour ago."

Speaking of the devil, said person just came flying trough the sky, a team of no less then twelve in tow. He landed in front of the Saiyans with a cocky grin plastered on his pink face.

"So, did you really think you could escape with those outdated pods?" He asked mockingly. The men behind him laughed. "There is no escape from Frieza, you maggots."

"We'll see about that." With these words, Nappa launched an energy wave. The men jumped up to avoid it, but two of them were not fast enough, one of them dying instantly. Yet Dodoria stood his ground, and let the wave hit him. Smoke covered the scene, but Nappa had not expected to take out Frieza's lackey with that. He took flight as well, firing several blasts as he went up. The men avoided those, and flew down together, clashing into the large Saiyan. Nappa simply grabbed the foot of the nearest enemy, and slammed him into another. He was used to these kinds of battles, having been outnumbered many times before. Yet he could not avoid the incoming kick from a third, nor the fist a fourth put in his back. They were strong, each of them as strong as he was.

Raditz on the other hand had not taken part yet. This battle was way out of his league anyway. Even in his transformed state, he was hardly stronger than Prince Vegeta in his normal one. But that doesn't mean he did nothing. Not waiting for the smoke to clear, he moved in on Dodoria. When the ugly alien emerged, he fired an energy blast in his face. Dodoria had not seen it coming, but it didn't hurt him the slightest. Yet when he opened his eyes, he didn't see his adversary.

"So, you want to play that game?" He said, lifting his hand to his scouter. The device calculated for a moment, then pointed to his left. He could see a shadow. Without warning, he fired a blast towards it. It hit, blowing away the smoke for a split second. But it had been enough to see the Saiyan. Raditz had used the surviving one of the slow two as a shield. In his hands he held two silvery orbs. Dodoria flew through the new layer of smoke, to where he saw him the last, and to his surprise, Raditz was still there. Crutched, holding the orbs in front of him, he grinned.

"This one is specially made for you." He said, firing one, and then the other. Dodoria dodged the first, and slammed his hand into the second. It didn't even explode, shattering and withering away instead. He landed in frond of the Saiyan.

"And now you die." He said. The Saiyan did not stop grinning, razing one of his hands into the sky, and clutching it. Dodoria looked up in surprise, and saw the first blast, now many times larger than it had been, hovering over. He jumped away, and made his scouter read its power. Seven? He looked back at Raditz, but instead of the Saiyan, he saw a large ape, wearing armour, rapidly growing. A howl behind him told him it was not alone. He turned around, just in time to see two large fists coming at him from either side. They collided with a sickening crouch. The Raditz ape had fired a large beam from its mouth, killing the surviving soldiers. Then he aimed it up, blowing up the fake moon. Not even fully transformed, they turned back to normal. The whole fight had not taken more then twenty seconds.

"You've got to teach me how to do that." Nappa said, while rubbing his hands.

"Maybe later." Raditz answered, lying down, breathing hard. Performing the technique had taken its toll on him.

"Come on." Nappa said, reaching over and hoisting the long haired warrior on his shoulder. "There is no time to lose." 'He may be weak, be he has some nasty tricks up his sleeves.'

They flew off, towards where Dodoria and his men had came from. It didn't take them long to notice the large holes in the ground where the pods had crashed. Nappa picked out two, and blew up the rest. Then he dropped Raditz into one, and seated himself into the other. A sigh escaped his lips.

Free at last.

The jet flew towards the third ball at a steady pace over a vast forest. They lucked out with the second one, with none of Piccolo's minions in sight, and the ball in plain view. Yet Goku was still nowhere to be found. Thus they set a course for the next one, watching in any direction for an ambush. But none had came.

"Just a few more miles." Yamcha said, having taken Krillin's place in the co-pilots seat.

"This is going too smoothly." The Turtle Hermit said.

"Maybe we just got lucky?" Bulma suggested.

"With Piccolo?" Shen commented. "I doubt that."

"What is Goku doing anyway?" Krillin complained from the back.

"I don't know, but I wish we had met him already." Roshi answered.

"The next ball." Yamcha reassured them. "You'll see. He'd never let go of that four star ball."

"Not willingly." Roshi added.

"Ok." Shen crossed his arms. "Who is this Goku you keep talking about?"

"One of my students." Roshi answered. "He had completed his training and set out to travel the world. He is also the runner up of the last tournament. That boy has a talent for fighting, unlike anything I've ever seen."

"Runner up? That's not much of an accomplishment." Shen mocked him.

"Goku was only twelve at the time." Roshi countered

"Twelve?" Tien asked, finely speaking.

"Yes." Yamcha said, turning around. "But the real shocker came after the tournament. You see, Goku set out in search of the four star ball. It used to belong to his grandfather. But along the way, he came across the Red Ribbon Army. They were also searching for the dragon balls. So he wiped them out."

Tien and his master blinked. "He defeated the RR Army?" he asked.

"He annihilated them. Those poor soldiers never stood a chance. When we learned of where he went, we went after him as fast as we could. But Goku had already destroyed the entire army by himself. And he wasn't even winded."

"Yea." Bulma agreed. "How is that for a twelve year old kid?"

"Then why didn't he show up?" Tien asked. "At the tournament I mean."

"We don't know." Roshi bowed his head.

"Maybe this Goku kid already met with King Piccolo." Shen suggested.

But Krillin cut off the conversation. "Look outside." He said.

"What? Is it one of the demons?" Tien jumped up.

"No." Krillin answered. "But look at the forest below us. Its like entire pieces have been pulled out."

The others looked below. Krillin was right. Here, the vast sea of green had many brown spots in them. Some large and gruesome, and many small and rounder, spaced to each other irregularly. Then the vast sea of leaves was interrupted by a large valley.

"It's in there somewhere." Yamcha said, pointing at the valley on frond of them. Bulma flew over the edge, and started descending.

Then, too far away to see clearly, a small figure appeared. It flew straight up from the forest. Then a second one appeared, smaller, and rapidly gaining on the first. Everyone watched the scene with interest. The tiny dots collided with each other, hovering still for a moment, before the smaller dot flew off sideways. The larger followed it. They hovered near each other for a moment, before flying off in opposite directions.

Bulma was the first to regain her ability of speech.

"What in the world?"

He closed his eyes, concentrating on his hearing. He listened for a sound, a sound that didn't belong in the forest. A sound that would give his opponent away. A soft rustle of the leaves, the cry of a bird flying over, but no suspicious sounds were heard. He opened his eyes again. He lost his opponent. Spying over his shoulder, he thought he saw the others shadow. It was just a deer. The soft wind rustled the leaves again, but this time, it carried a something else. A scent, one all too familiar to him. He turned to the direction of the wind, and readied his fist for a strike. His eyes darted over the trees, his ears alert for any sign. A small patch of yellow flashed. 'There.'He took off; ready to punch where he had seen the yellow. Then an alarming sound reached his ears, the soft breath of someone making an effort. He tilted his body to his left, and not a moment too soon, for a small foot flew over his back, narrowly missing it. He struck out with his other hand. Too late, his adversary had seen the strike coming and darted to the right, kicking out with his other foot. He was in no position to dodge, and the kick landed on his unguarded chest. The force behind the kick send him flying into a tree. He pulled himself up, just in time to see a small body land in frond of him.

"I win." The small one claimed. "Four to three."

He merely huffed in acknowledgement. The small boy darted to the spot where he had seen the yellow. A tiger skin was pulled out, and the boy put it on.

"You fell for it." The boy said, grinning at him.

"This time." He answered, lying down.

"Oh come on Vegeta, you always win."

Vegeta did not reply and looked to the blue sky instead. The boy didn't say anything, and laid down besides him, closing his eyes. Vegeta looked at his companion. He had stayed here for much longer that he had expected to be. At first, he had planned to train for the first year, with his new companion. And then, with his new ally, he would use the dragon balls to wish himself to wherever Frieza was, and challenge him. But he quickly abandoned this idea. Kakarot had proven himself to be much weaker then his brother. So Vegeta decided to toughen him up a little, to teach the boy. He would never have thought he would be the one to be taught. Fist there was this strange technique if his. Goku's power was very low, yet when he used what he called the Kamehameha, his power would triple. At the least. Vegeta imitated the technique, learning how to concentrate his power.

But even more surprisingly was how he had learned from the boy. Once had Goku insisted on playing hide and seek. After explaining how it worked, and a lot of persuasion, Vegeta agreed. But he was outmatched. Each and every time they played, Goku would either elude him for a long time, no matter how hard he searched, or find him in minutes, no matter how well he hid. Vegeta's senses were dulled, from never really being used. Yet Goku's hadn't. Eventually he became fed up with losing, and attacked the boy while he was supposed to hide. And from that moment on, they played hide and seek, Saiyan style. Both would hide, and both would seek, and whoever landed the fist hit would win the round.

Vegeta never admitted it, but he loved this new hunting game. Neither of them were prey, and when he was jumped, if he could counter Goku and land a hit before he did, Vegeta would win anyways. His senses, most noticeably his sense of smell, had sharpened dramatically. It did not take long for both of them to develop a sixth sense to each other. Or that was what Vegeta thought, until he noticed he could feel the presence of the animals. He could feel their energy. A quick question confirmed Goku could do the same, instinctively knowing what took him months to find out. Learning to repress energy was quickly learned afterwards.

Over the two years, Goku's strength had raised dramatically. Although not yet near Vegeta's level.

"Kakarot." He spoke up. "One more round."

"But I won already." The younger Saiyan complained.

Vegeta stood up. "No you didn't, you haven't reached five yet." With these words, he flew off.

Goku flew off in the opposite direction. While landing, he charged an energy blast, and shot it to his right. Suppressing his power, and darting off to the left, he hoped Vegeta would take the bait. He only had to wait for a few seconds, then his partner came into sight, jumping from tree to tree. He glanced around him, and waited, looking for a sign. Goku even stilled his breathing while he crept closer. Softly planting his feet to the ground, he readied for an attack. But Vegeta had other plans. Before Goku could even react, Vegeta flew backwards towards him. Making half a loop, Vegeta now flew upside down, facing Goku.

"Found you." He said, grinning, just before turning further and bringing down his foot. Goku rolled to the side, avoiding the foot, and kicked up. Vegeta caught the attack, but the force behind the kick launched him into the air. Goku jumped to his feet and took of after him. With the element of surprise gone, he had to move fast, before Vegeta could throw his superior power in the game. He arched out with his right fist, performing a hook punch. Vegeta merely twisted midair, letting the punch go past him. While Goku flew past him, he planted his fist in the boy's stomach, causing him to double over, and sending him some distance away..

"Four to Four." He claimed. Waiting for the younger Saiyan to recover.

"How did you find me?" Goku asked.

"You powered down after launching your attack, so I could feel you going in the opposite direction."

"And I was so sure it would work." Goku said, pushing himself upright again.

"I will win this time." He said, before flying off.

Vegeta set off in the opposite direction. Upon landing he powered down, and moved backwards. He reached out with his senses, trying to find an early careless move. Yet he found something else. Several energy signatures floating some distance away.

No longer caring about the game, he floated off, just high enough to look over the trees. Behind him, he could feel Goku's energy approaching. It seems he noticed as well.

"Who are they?" He asked.

"How am I supposed to know?"

And that's it for chapter three.