Authors Notes: A big thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I love all you guys, you are legendary. 74 reviews… not bad, 26 more till 100. We can do it! Thanks to- awesomegabby195 and Lilly Moonlight, the 70th and 60th reviewers respectively. That's right we had the awesome review count of 15 reviews per chapter, honestly you guys spoil me! Little side note here, chapters 6 and 7 have been merged, into a 4000 word one. The same with 2 and 3, except they nearly totalled 5000 words, now I feel bad since people are going to think my length is really inconsistent. Anyway You Guys Rock!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball… But I own the letter Z. If by own you mean hate, and by the letter Z you mean, that I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Then yes, I own the letter Z.
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Vegeta stepped out of his pod, onto the damp ground of planet Vairtous. He raised his right arm, carefully above his eye to shield it from the harsh moonlight radiating throughout the dark purple sky. He let out a small grunt, signifying his approval.
Raditz followed, instead turning his head away from the blinding moonlight when he exited. Preferring to analyse the area, he looked at the variety of strange flora around the planet. It was a small enough planet from what they had seen, and had gravity at about a twentieth of Planet Vegeta's. It was hard enough for Raditz to just keep himself from floating away, but the most digressing fact was that the various assortments of plants didn't. They were floating; flying ; hovering metres above the air, or at least the lightest of ones were. The larger and seemingly heavier plants, were touching the damp, lush ground of Vairtous by mere centimetres.
The third member of the group, Nappa, followed Raditz. Emerging from his pod, let his standard-issue boot soak itself within the muddy ground. He made no apparent movement to guard his eyes from the movement, instead letting it hit his eyes. Imitating Vegeta's previous action, he grunted as well.
"Precious little planet, isn't it Vegeta?" He turned his head towards the Prince.
"Hmm. It'd be a shame if something bad happened to it." Vegeta replied with a knowing smirk, not sparring Nappa a glance. It was strange, at times like these Vegeta and Nappa were a great combination, or at least that's what it used to be. Yet Vegeta despised Nappa in other situations, it was odd, yet it worked. They could practically read one another's minds when in situations like these.
A high pitched screeching sound erupted from beside the Saiyan prince. Vegeta knew right away what it was, it was Raditz. It was like déjà vu, Vegeta had seen it all before. They had gone through these missions countless times.
A low pitched humming noise was created from the other side of Vegeta, contrasting the noise Raditz had made. This one was made by Nappa. The proud prince couldn't help but let his smirk grow into a slight grin, it was time again. He was going to relive the glory days, the days of being a cold-blooded psychopathic killer.
'Besides what choice do I have? Freiza would kill me without a second thought if I tried to over step his rule, just like he killed every other member of the Saiyan race.' The thought ran across Vegeta's mind.
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Nappa couldn't help but grin, he had grown in the few months since the beat down that Vegeta had inflicted upon him. He had come to realise how wrong he was, in attempting to force himself on Sapphire. Upon this realization he had profusely apologised to her, and to King Vegeta. He had once been a loyal servant to the King, but somewhere along the line that was lost. While he didn't betray them he had lost that spark of loyalty, and Vegeta seemed to have knocked it back into him.
The King and Nappa had actually spent many days, recovering what they had lost, once again reigniting their friendship. He did however task Nappa with several missions, it seemed that Frieza wanted Nappa as a squad mate for Vegeta and Raditz, as the lizard-like tyrant had demanded Nappa be given to him too. The most important one of all was to take care of the Prince. He was all but a naïve five year old, a small fish in a big pond.
Yet there was some kind of finesse about the way things were being handled today. He had to admit, the prince had Talent… And Potential.
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'That son of a bitch!' Bardock was furious, he had just discovered that Frieza had betrayed him… his crew and by default the whole Saiyan race!
He had taken the ship back to Vegeta as soon as he could. To his horror he had noticed he had not healed properly in the rushed journey to Vegeta.
He frowned deeply as he began to land; his body ached all over, his personal scouter was broken and he couldn't get the ships one to function. He had no idea of what his power level was, would he even stand a chance against Frieza?
He shook his head slightly, now was no time to think about it. He had to warn everyone as soon as possible. He had to save them. Frieza could just strut in and assassinate anyone, anywhere and anytime. Actually, he wouldn't assassinate them… He would murder them.
He could save them! Together the whole Saiyan race would defeat Frieza, especially with the Oozaru transformation. It did not do any harm, when the fact that Bardock could let them transform anywhere was added. They'd be able to revolt against them all! The Saiyans would finally be recognised as the greatest of all time and space.
He smiled as he touched down on the ground, before quickly letting out a quick cry of pain. The touch down had been rough and a lightning quick jolt had shaken the craft. His cry however fell on deaf ears, and it rapidly began to die out. He fell to the ground, without another action, his face completely blank.
He had fainted; the landing getting the best of his weakened form. It was a tough ride and he had been hurt from the Kanasa locals while fighting against them, and defeating Poborkia had certainly drained him of his Ki.
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Bardock awoke to the ever familiar blue liquid surrounding his body. He had finally recovered from his battle on Kanasa. It seemed like pure moments ago that he had fainted, but he knew better. It had happened many times; and being an experienced warrior like Bardock was, he knew that it had taken him hours at the least to recover. While his injuries weren't the greatest, he still needed to be attended to. He had to admit, he was quite lucky to be placed in a rejuvenation pod. They were usually kept aside for emergencies as the population of Saiyan's far exceeded that of the rejuvenation tanks.
A low humming sound allowed the medics and scientists within the room to know that Bardock's condition was stabilised. This meant that he would soon be moving out.
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King Vegeta stood over the end of yet another planet. It was a fiery apocalypse of hell, Saiyan's firing Ki blasts aimlessly and destroying their enemies. One would think they had somehow accessed their Oozaru for without transforming; but that was far from the case.
Vegeta was a tactician and he knew that he had slacked off in recent years. His power level had barely grown, and his four year old son succeeding his own had been the wakeup call he needed. Bardock and him had started to get soft. Well at least he was. God knew what Bardock was doing, probably on some half-impossible mission.
So Vegeta had started to take missions again, often taking his subordinates with him to learn. It was also just for safety. Sure quality is better than quantity, but quantity has a quality of its own.
This was his first real mission in a couple of years, to rain hell upon a race which had betrayed Frieza. And he was doing that literally. Normally that's what the Oozaru form was for, and now that he knew the fake moon technique; he could get any Saiyan with a tail to transform anywhere anytime.
However the King wasn't stupid, the Oozaru form did little for your growth. It would not benefit you in the long run if you kept on using it, but fighting in your base form would. He had decided to go in armed with nine other men and make this planet his own, in his normal form.
It wasn't easy by any means; as this planet had their own men. Strong men. They were all at least 1st class Saiyans. Handling a planet full of them without a ten times power boost was not easy at all.
However, after a long drawn out battle they had come out victorious; their small advantage in power helping a lot. Team work was one thing which these people had that the Saiyan's didn't. It would be best to learn from it, and take it home. All Saiyans would learn to work together, he would personally see fit to it.
There orders for this planet, however was odd. Lord Frieza demanded that they destabilise its core and let the planet blow up from the inside out. Something which wasn't the easiest to accomplish and easiest to get away with…
He did not say anything against them having some fun and getting a little exercise, which was exactly what they did. Now several hours later, beaten and bloodied they still stood tall as strong Saiyan warriors.
With a frightening warriors roar, King Vegeta raised both of his hands to his head, and began pulling his energy out. A dark blue beam of energy appeared within the Saiyan's hands, before it was suddenly hurtled deep down into the planet.
Several others imitated his actions. They made Ki beams of their own, which also tore through the ground.
"Alright, listen up!" Vegeta commanded his hand waving about. "I want all units up and out, within five minutes. I repeat, all units up and out within five minutes, or you will suffer the consequences."
With a slight glare, Vegeta menacingly took off to his space ship. By consequences he didn't mean any one's that he would hand out. He was talking about the ones which this planet would hand out, one its core destabilised.
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A high pitched screeching sound rung throughout the room., as Bardock began to smile slightly. The liquid began drain from his rejuvenation pod, as the tank opened up. He stepped out and wore some of the nearby armour.
He was already finished, and Frieza had no idea that he had survived. As far as Frieza was concerned Porbokia was in a rejuvenation tank.
He was feeling up and better than ever; the pain having been sucked out of his wounds in the liquid. Of course his wounds had healed too, it was one of the processes the tank went through.
It would first act as a pain-killer of sorts and suck as much pain out of the body as it could, then it would begin repairing the body. Healing broken bones, and regrowing limbs.
Just as he was about to race out of the medical room, he quickly asked a scientist next to him. "Power check?"
A click of the medical scientists scouter, and a few spoken words told him all he needed to know. "30, 000, flat."
The Saiyan smiled; he and the King hadn't fought to the best of their ability the other day. They had just beaten each other to the ground pretty hard, and that and his newest mission had practicaly doubled his power.
He snatched a scouter from a nearby table top and exited the room. He had to alert the other Saiyans!
'But first…' He thought, as his stomach grumbled. 'I need to get me some chow.'
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Vegeta laughed cruelly as Nappa smashed a Vairtous local in the face. It truly was good to be back!
He let out a hearty chuckle as he continued blasting each of the fish-faced warriors with numerous Ki blasts.
Raditz joined in with the chuckle as a particularly brave alien attempted to sneak up on him, only to get fried. Nappa also began laughing at the desperation of them all.
Prince Vegeta… was back!
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