All Hell Breaks Loose, Literally
A/N quick thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter; ThatCreepyGirlChloe, J.W. Appel, brenthforever and Simple Complications1. Sorry for the wait, had a rough couple of days, bin trying to get the police to find that pit bull that killed my cat, but the pigs aren't gonna do anything until it attacks a child instead. Don't they know that PREVENTING an accident is better than REACTING to one?! Grr…Sorry, I'm rambling again, just bin frustrated that the police won't protect the area from dangerous dogs! Ah well…anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: nope, still don't own it. does anyone know where one can purchase Vegeta or Bardock? I would love to know XD
Chapter Six: Battle of the Kings
King Vegeta, proud and strong ruler of the sayain race, was a man who seldom-felt the emotion of fear. Being among the most powerful of beings in the universe he had never had any real need of such a tedious feeling. But as the three Colds; Frieza, Cooler and King Cold himself approached, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety course through his veins. But, naturally, the king had never been one to let a simple case of unease prevent him from fighting with his all.
Vegeta's ebony eyes focused particularly on the self-anointed King of the icejins, King Cold, with whom Vegeta had shared a relationship not at all unlike the one his own son had shared with Frieza when he was just a boy. The murderous renegade King had taken him away from his father when he was but five years old, and raised him as he saw fit, moulding the sayain's power to be used to do his dirty work, just like Frieza had done with the prince many years later. Those painful memories sprang up to the fore of his mind as the three purple and white creatures drew ever nearer, all three wearing smug, arrogant expressions on their faces.
It had been quite a long time since he had laid eyes on those whom he had once reluctantly served, as had his many subjects. Of course, that was before Frieza had begun to fear the rapidly growing might and prowess Vegeta's people had been showing, and had betrayed the sayains, destroying them all along with their entire planet in a single apocalyptic blow. That was the day that King Vegeta had tried to rescue his son, Prince Vegeta, from Frieza's villainous clutches, wishing only to spare his son from the terrible life he had been forced to endure in his youth. But, despite being easily the strongest warrior amongst his own people, he had not even posed a challenge to Frieza. He had been killed without effort, stripped of his honour and dignity in a single half-hearted attack by Frieza. This insubordination on King Vegeta's part was the final straw for Frieza in regards to the sayains, and so he had opted to destroy them all, sparing but a minute handful of the once-proud race, the young Prince included.
It had been close to forty years since then, and since then the sayain king had grown stronger, he had breached levels of power that even he had believed to be impossible of him to achieve, but he had, and that was all that mattered to him now. He didn't care whether or not this new found power he beheld was enough to overthrow the demonic trio, because, like all sayains that had come before or after him, King Vegeta followed the philosophy; No Challenge is too great to conquer, even if success seems against the odds. He would not back down now, not now that he finally had his chance to avenge his death and the death of his people so many years before. That honour had been denied of him for far too long. He would fight himself into oblivion if he had to, he would defeat them, or he was not worthy to be named the king of sayains.
"Our time has come, gentlemen. Arm yourselves, this will not be easy"
"Well, well. What a clever band of monkeys, all gathering in one place, making it all the easier for me to wipe you out" Frieza snarked, a devious smirk forming on his lips as he and his family finally came within range of the thirteen-strong group of sayains.
"Frieza, you vile traitorous piece of scum" King Vegeta snarled.
"Ooh, somebody got out of the wrong side of the barrel this morning. You should really mind your manners, Vegeta" laughed Frieza.
"Silence. The time of your reign is over frieza, you and the rest of your monstrous family will fall by my hand, today" Vegeta growled, baring his teeth in a feral snarl.
"Oh, is that so? So, you intend to take on all three of us by yourself, is that it?" King Cold mused aloud, a highly amused tone adorning his voice. "Very well then. Frieza, you can have your fun with the rest of these vile baboons, but so-called King Vegeta is mine! It is time for us to fight, Vegeta"
"Then fight, Cold, you will rue the day you underestimate my power"
King Cold's smirk only widened at the sayain's comment, knowing that really, the fool didn't stand a chance. but he didn't have to know that.
Both warriors adopted a battle stance.
Frieza sighed in mild annoyance at his father, but said nothing by way of stopping him from having his fun with the monkey king. He would have his fun with the band of blue-faced baboons whilst their King was slaughtered before them.
The two Kings circled each other, staring each other down with spiteful glares, as if daring the other to make the first move. They both shot towards the other at nigh the same time, and met in a wild barrage of punches and kicks, blocks and counter attacks.
King Cold smirked as his clenched fist made contact with King Vegeta's jaw. Of course, the smirk vanished as a likewise heavy blow landed on the icejin's gut in retaliation. Block. Punch. Dodge. Kick. Block again. the fight continued thus for several moments, neither side seeming to have any clear advantage.
They were both moving too fast for any earthling eyes to follow, and after only a minute or two, the two warriors broke apart, retreating from each other several feet. They both seemed relatively unharmed, despite the ferocity of the onslaught. King Vegeta merely had a split lip, a trickle of blood dribbled into his beard.
"impressive, Vegeta…for a sayain." Scoffed King Cold "but I think it's time to get serious, unless that was the best of your power, because if it was, then…well, I should just kill you now."
Vegeta scowled, wiping the blood away from his mouth with a gloved hand. "oh, there'll be no need of that, Cold, I haven't even started yet" he snarled.
"then show me your power, sayain. Show me so I can prove to you, once and for all, that you are know match for me!"
"Energy Wave Volley!" King Vegeta screamed, firing short, but nonetheless powerful ki blasts at the bulky icejin. One of the blasts hit its target, but it barely charred an inch flesh, so slight was the contact. The small wound dribbled a purplish line of blood that snaked its way down the valleys of King Cold's muscles. Cold looked at it with distaste, clucking his tongue in annoyance at being injured, even though only slightly. 'I may have underestimated him a little, but no matter' He thought to himself.
"ouch, Vegeta, that almost tickled! It seems to me, if that was the power you keep blathering about, then you're nothing more than a pathetic fool who has bitten off more than he can chew, Vegeta!"
"we'll soon see who the fool is, when you are lying dead at my feet"
"pretty big talk, coming from a monkey, but can you back up your claims, sayain?" said Cold, his amused smirk spreading across his face. "I think not! Take this! ha!" King Cold fired a stream of ki blasts towards his former comrade, not unlike the attack Vegeta had used but moments ago. The sayain was quick enough to dodge the majority, but one struck him across his left breast plate, where his royal crest was printed on his armour, and burnt through. King Vegeta hissed in pain, but immediately retaliated with a blast called Execution Beam, which was a single, immensely powerful beam designed to burn through even the strongest of armour, and kill everything in its path, hence its name. The blast missed, as King Cold had darted out of its path at the last second.
A moment later saw the two rivals locked in melee combat, aiming pummelling each other with punches, kicks and various other forms of attack, attempting to find a weak spot in the other's defences.
King Cold lunged towards the sayain, but Vegeta nimbly leapt out of the way, and grasping the icejin's horns and using them as some kind of pivot, he guided himself behind the tyrant king, and delivered a powerful kick to the small of the icejin's back, sending King Cold crashing into the wall of one of the nearby buildings. the whole area shook on the impact.
Furious, King Cold crashed through the building, violet blood streaming from the many new cuts and abrasions all over his body. He soared rapidly towards the sayain, his head bowed, aiming his deadly horns so as to penetrate King Vegeta's heart upon impact. and it would have been a success, too, had his charge not come to a grinding halt an inch or so away from its intended target. King Vegeta, at the last moment, had managed to get a firm grip on the horns that would have gored him easily had he not, and managed to hold the creature at bay, for the white-bodied King was still trying to overthrow the blockade that Vegeta had created. Vegeta's lip curled, baring his teeth, as he struggled to keep the dagger-sharp tip of the horn from piercing his chest, as it hovered but an inch or two away from his heart.
King Cold growled, seething that he was being held back by a filthy sayain. He would not have it. the icejin channelled even more of his energy into attempting to force Vegeta to recede. With a grunt, he managed to gain a foot or so on Vegeta, who had moved backwards so as to avoid being skewered on the deadly weapons. After several long minutes of much the same thing happening, Vegeta found himself backed against a wall, still struggling to keep those deadly horns away from him. And the warm, crimson blood that was steadily oozing into his eyes from the gash on his forehead was not helping the situation any.
Then a vision of the icejin's smug, triumphant face as he casually wiped blood – his blood – off of his horns, as he snidely leered down upon his broken, bloodied body as he lay slowly dying floated before Vegeta's eyes. that was what would happen if he did not succeed here. he would not have it. he would not lose to him, and most certainly not like this. he would not fall now that the chance to exact his long-due revenge had finally presented itself. The sayain king felt his anger spike, a vein in his temple throbbing under the strain. 'I will NOT LOOSE!' Vegeta screamed mentally. He tightened his grip on the bony spikes, and forced his enemy to retreat several paces, finally gaining back some ground. King Vegeta could feel the raw power pulsating through his very blood, the kind of which he had felt but once before. His hair flashed Gold, and his eyes a solid green, before returning to their previous states of brown and ebony. His grip upon King Cold's horns tightened even further, as Vegeta's anger continued to fluctuate. Once again, his brown hair melted into gold, and his charcoal eyes flashed teal, only this time, they did not regress to their previous states. King Vegeta had become a super sayain.
A sickening crunch later found King Cold writhing on the ground in agony, clutching at the bloodied, jagged stumps that had once been a pair of very impressive, intimidating horns.
King Vegeta examined the bony objects in his hands with curiosity, admiring the way the solid bone-like substance had splintered so easily under his grip. And an icejin was known to have particularly strong horns, too.
"hmm, hmm, now who's the pathetic fool who has bitten off more than he can chew, Cold?"
"so, you've finally become a super sayain. It's about time, old man!" a snide voice snarled. King Vegeta froze – he may not have heard that voice in many a long year, but there was no way he could mistake who it belonged to. He spun around and, sure enough, there he was. Prince Vegeta. Next to him hovered a lavender haired youth whom the King had never seen before.
"V-Vegeta?" the King stammered, caught completely off-guard at seeing his son.
"Oops, missed me. oh, you'll have to do better than that if you wanna beat me, boys!" Frieza chided, as he breezily dodged the Ki blasts of the seven remaining members of King Vegeta's elite.
"Darn you, Frieza!" a particularly heavy-built sayain screamed, as he launched a powerful blast in Frieza's direction. The icejin looked for a moment as if he were going to allow the blast to hit it's target, but then he dodged it at the last minute, causing the energy to annihilate the office block behind him.
"hmm, hmm. Oh my, I actually felt a little breeze in that one. You should be proud" Frieza mocked. "but, I grow weary of this little game of ours, gentlemen. It's time to end it! Barrage Death Beam!!" Frieza pointed his finger towards the seven Sayains, rapidly firing many purple laser-like beams from the tip. They struck each of the Sayains before they could have reacted, and they all fell heavily to the ground. a moment later, they had all morphed into shapeless blobs and vanished.
a cry of agonized fury drew Frieza's attention back onto his father and his advesary. King Cold was kneeling on the ground, clutching at the splintered stumps where his horns where formerly positioned. The exposed blood vessels were steadily oozing a stream of purple liquid through the gaps in the King's fingers. The expression on his face was either extreme, intense pain, or that of fury and outrage beyond measure. Frieza could not tell exactly which.
Frieza and Cooler both looked at each other, neither particularly inclined to help their parent.
"so, you've finally become a super sayain. it's about time, old man!"
Frieza's ears prickled. He knew that voice. Having pretty much raised its owner himself, it was hard to forget. Prince Vegeta. now, there was a warrior who would be at least a little interesting to fight. Not like those pathetic clowns who had the gall to call themselves elite warriors, the ones Frieza had trounced without recieveing a scratch. And sure enough, Prince Vegeta had arrived on the scene, and was currently hovering by his father - who, frieza noted aprehensively, had become super sayain. But he had also noticed the purple-haired teenager floating next to the prince - if he hadn't known that the boy who had defeated him all those years ago would be much older by now, he would have sworn that it was the same person...He growled, as he set his sights on a new victim.
Cooler smirked as he too noticed the two new arrivals. 'This ought to be interesting...' He thought to himself
Next time, on AHBLL:
The battle between the two sworn enemies, King Cold and King Vegeta continues. K.Vegeta has become a super sayain, and the balance has been tipped dramatically in his favour, but King Cold still has a trick or two up his sleeve, and is not out of the game just yet. And now Prince Vegeta and Trunks have made their presence known, Frieza wants their heads on a silver platter, and don't forget about Cooler, he wants in on the action, too. Find out what happens in the next awesome chapter of, All Hell Breaks Loose, Literally. Chapter 7: Like Father, Like Son.
A/N ok, first of all, I know that if Raditz was able to become a super sayain, AND be able to control it, then King Vegeta should easily have been able to too. but, I felt it would be a tad more dramatic to have him transform into a super sayain this way. I'm very proud of this chapter, it's my best yet in my personal opinion. Ok, you know the drill by now, click the little box. Review! do it, or Chibi-Vegeta will be angry L
