Chapter 3: The Hunt begins and the race starts…The wind blew hard in the dark breezy night as Sasuke continued his journey through the Konaha forest, A deep and wild woods it was indeed….
"Hmph." Sasuke grunted as he trailed through the deep grass and gravel terrain of the forest. Demented thoughts of Orochimaru swam through his mind. He was lost in the decision to join or bring Orochimaru's sound ninja's to their demise, this choice, he knew would decide his destiny, though in some way all that was to come later seemed useless to know during all that he was undergoing then. He arched his eyes in anger, for he knew Orochimaru wasn't the only target in his list of rivals. His own brother, Itachi Uchiha rained supreme at the top of his list. It was mind boggling having to understand the fact Itachi was stronger, though it was even harder pushing yourself to deny it as Sasuke did time and time again.
He stopped…
He could feel as the cold wind blew upon his shoulders and chilled his knees. The will to stand up became weak and Sasuke began to regret his departure when…. Thumpppppppp! A loud bump from west caused Sasuke to hide behind a nearby tree and scout for what made the noise. Silence was met with every look. When out of the blue a sound ninja appeared. Sasuke could tell who it was by the first glimpse. It was the secondary leader of their group, Kimimaro. He too had inherited a curse mark, though unlike Sasuke, Kimimaro had already gave his allegiance to Orochimaru and was a "slave" to his reign. Sasuke stood silently awaiting Kimimaro's plans, though the calm and collected leader only stood stiffly toward the opening of the woods. It was agitating watching him do nothing for the next few minutes, though in a way it paid off as Kimimaro finally made a move, straight pass Sasuke he passed, leaping through trees all the way into the darkness.
"Hmmm." Sasuke wondered thinking hard about Kimimaro's designation. He soon continued his journey.
Sasuke clinched his arms tightly in a desperate attempt to fade the harsh winds. It seemed futile. He still froze in the cold night as he continued. His checkpoint drew near as he made it to the end of the Konaha forest. He looked up in determination. He began to reminisce the memories of Konohagakure as he noticed just how far it had drifted away from him. By this time he had made his mind over Orochimaru and Itachi's fate. It was decided that the order of their deaths would be completely based on pure potentiality, whether it is forced or potential, all that was knew was that they would DIE…
The city grew smaller as the capsule furthered from the townspeople, Vegeta awaited for the capsules stop…
"Ehh." Vegeta moaned as he felt upon his wounded injuries, His once mighty attitude grew doubtful somehow as if, the loss of the battle between Goku was meant, as if Goku's demise was all but probable and Vegeta's triumph was all but a dream. This was the first time the saiyan prince had ever "come down to reality." This was also the first time he had felt sympathetic. But not for Goku, but himself. He had realized all the trouble and stress he had put himself through to defeat Goku and the outcome it had left upon his already pathetic life. He felt upon his battered leg and stroked it to relieve the throbbing. It got him thinking how could a "elite" saiyan like him have been put to a weak position as he was in. This brought anger and shame to his dark heart. It troubled him and caused him to wonder why such a thing could have happened.
"Damn." He angered. "Prince of Saiyans…. Brought to his knees by a low-life Saiyan Like… Kakarot!"
He gripped his fist. "Well no more!" He decided. " I won't let you get away with this Kakar-Ahhhhhh," The Capsule began to soar down to earth, and at unimaginable speeds. Vegeta braced for impact, but could hardly with his injuries still surfing through his body, this was not a useful method for the velocity was strong enough to temporarily blind his left eye and send his lips 7 feet farther back than normal. It was all guts after that as he closed his right eye for impact.
BROOOOOM!
The Capsule blew as it hit the ground. Exhaust was met with the impact as it blew across the land.
Uoooommm. The capsule glowed, as its front door opened up. Vegeta jumped out, managing to dodge flames surrounding the capsule's interior. He coughed as the smoke entered his airways. "Blah" He groaned regaining his sight. "Where the hell am I anyway." He looked up, his eyes grew wide from astonishment. "What the…" He said looking out at the land. His eyes could not believe what they were seeing, for it was a sight far different than any he's seen. Throughout the lands, crowded 1000's of men and women, some wearing different outfits, some wearing similar ones, either way it was a sight! He noticed the uniforms they were wearing… they differed far from what he was use too.
Vegeta stood up and walked over to the community and with a loud yelp he questioned everyone in there, he asked quite rudely "Hey…uh.. Do any of you know where the hell I am?" They ignored him. He walked over to a local stranger wearing a dark headband inscribing the symbol of the "hidden leaves" an ancient myth emblem he had only heard of in stories. He asked the man "Hey, You, Do you know where I am!" He walked away. "God damn it, you get back here you incompetent douche! Oh don't you keep walking away from me." It was hopeless, the town seemed to be clueless. It was clear he had landed on the other side of the earth, he supposed the one where everyone is "Complete Idiots!" It was then he noticed something across the pavement. There across the riverbank afar fought two young men. They fought hard and seemed to use a fighting style that resembled the ancient art of ninjutsu. It was intriguing, not the style but the opportunity. He realized this was the chance he had to regain his title as the prince of all saiyans. "Yes!" He thought. "Kakarot…. This is the day I officially begin the road to take you down and the race to become strongest saiyan of all!" Training began…
