It was a bright early morning in the village of East Fort. The sun was shinning, birds were chirping, people were talking to each other about the newest gossip and so on.

Too bad Videl was in too bad of a mood to notice.

That bastard of a Saiyan had ditched her. He had never even stopped by her house after she had last seen him. After everything they had been through the previous day, you'd think he'd want to talk to her about everything, help her accept everything she had learned. Obviously he didn't, otherwise Videl wouldn't have been walking down the streets like a scorned lover. If she ever got her hands on him, she would make him pay.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't be so easy. The Saiyan easily had half a day's head start on her in any direction. But that wouldn't stop her. She'd find him sooner or later, and when she did, she would shove her foot so far up his ass, he wouldn't be able to walk normally for the rest of his natural life.

And that was one of the nicer thoughts she had.

She could admit to herself that, no, she didn't want to kill the Saiyan that had mysteriously gotten some of her affection. She did, however, want to maim him in anyway possible. It was almost bordering an obsession with her.

But the first thing she had to do was think smart. From what she heard of Saiyans, they had a tendency to attack human forts out in the western side of the planet. All she would have to do was keep her ears open for any news of a Saiyan with his description to pop up and she'd have an idea of where he was going. She knew she wouldn't be able to find him with just that first clue, but if she could get a couple more attacks, she would have an idea of where to predict his next attack. Then, and only then, she would have him.

As Videl shifted around in her dark thoughts, her friend Erasa came running up to her, a wild look in her eyes. "Videl! Videl!" she shouted out as she ran towards the dark-haired girl, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to reality.

Seeing the panic on Erasa's face, Videl immediately knew something was wrong. What it was, she didn't know, but she was sure Erasa would tell her. She always did.

Stopping in front of Videl, Erasa bent over, her hands on her knees, breathing deeply and raggedly from her run. Between gasps of air, Erasa managed to string some words together. "Videl…have…you heard…the news?"

Shaking her head, Videl replied "No I haven't. What's up?"

Finally regaining her breath, a bewildered look crossed Erasa's face. "The mayor's house was attacked last night! Eyewitnesses say that it was the work of a Saiyan! Videl, why would a Saiyan come out here?" the girl exclaimed as fear consumed her.

Videl's eyes grew wide. She hadn't thought about what the consequence the whole fight with the mayor and what reaction the village would have on it. Almost stuttering nervously, she said "I wouldn't know why a Saiyan would be here. What happened?"

Erasa launched into full gossip mode, spewing everything she knew. The crumbling walls, the dead bodies, the mayor missing, everything! Videl, to her credit, managed to pretend shock and worry, especially about the mayor. She didn't know what Gohan did with him, but she was sure the guy wasn't among the living anymore. However, the description of the attackers caught her attention. The surviving guards claimed that there were not one, but two Saiyans involved. Figuring that her black hair was mistaken for a Saiyan's trademark locks, she didn't argue with the statement. The less people knew the better.

It was in the midst of this intense story that a heavily injured Sharpner managed to make his way to the girls. Walking with crutches, his left leg in a cast, a neck brace keeping his head from moving very much, a tended busted lip, and a fully developed black eye completing the picture, he reached his two friends, albeit exhausted. It only took one look from Videl to send her into laughter. She knew Gohan had done some damage, but this was not what she expected when she saw him again. Erasa managed to keep her composure a bit better than Videl, but when she eyed the leg cast, she couldn't help but want to write on it. Pulling out her purse, she dug around in the seemingly deep pit and found the marker she was after. Without even asking for permission, she immediately began to write and draw on the cast, Sharpner not even caring.

"I guess you two were talking about the mayor's house, right?" a very subdued Sharpner said.

Managing to regain her composure, Videl managed to answer "Yeah, we were."

Sharpner didn't say anything, almost as if he was thinking of something. Finally, he worked up the guts to say what ever was on his mind. "Would you happen to know anything about that, Videl? You were heading that way with that guy."

Videl narrowed her eyes. "What are you saying Sharpner? Are you saying I had something to do with that?"

Sharpner shook his head as best he could with the neck brace. "All I'm saying is that you two were headed in that direction. I was just curious if you saw the attack."

Erasa's head popped up at the mention of "the guy." "Vi, who's this guy you're talking about?"

Videl scowled. "Just a creep who wanted to prove something to me. He ditched me afterwards, so I'd rather not talk about him thank you very much."

Sharpner brightened at that remark. "So you two aren't going out?"

It became deathly quiet. "If you don't want that beating that Gohan gave you to seem like a love tap, I suggest you never, ever say that again," Videl said through clenched teeth.

Cowering as best he could, Sharpner nodded meekly. Erasa just watched curiously. She had never seen her friend act like this before. Sure, she'd seen her have bad reactions to such questions before, but this one was a little more intense than the others.

Without another word, Videl left the group. She had arrangement to be made and the sooner she got them done the better.


It had been nearly two weeks since the stop at East Fort. It had taken awhile, but they had managed to reach their destination. Overlooking the large military installation, Gohan and Piccolo plotted their next plan of action. After Piccolo had his field day with Cash, they had set a southern course to the human base that sat securely on the cape. They knew they needed to make a flawless plan if they were going to pull this op off. This was bigger then anything they had done thus far and one little mistake could get them all killed.

Turning to his green counterpart, Gohan suggested "Split up?"

Nodding, Piccolo answered "That would be wise."

"Two teams."

"Trunks and Goten. You and me."

"We'll attack by land. The other two will attack from the sea side."

Looking at Gohan with a curious expression, Piccolo hinted at Gohan continuing. "We'll practically draw the brunt of their defenses and between the four of us, we're the only two who stand a good chance at surviving. Trunks and Goten will be able to sneak around the base and while we draw their fire, they'll be able to attack from behind."

Piccolo nodded before turning back to look at the base. "When do you want to do this?"

Gohan also looked out at the base before replying. "Tomorrow evening. We've traveled way too much to be in good condition. We'll rest before we attack."

Piccolo didn't reply. It was true that they had traveled a good distance to get here. They probably were more exhausted from the traveling rather than the "obstacles" they ran into along the way; that is if you could call them obstacles. They had only run into one base and a few patrols, which they didn't have to break a sweat to overcome. Hell, they had to do late night training just to give themselves a decent workout. It seemed these east side humans weren't as challenging as the western side. They probably sat all day just twiddling their thumbs unless they were called to scrub toilets or something. Oh well, there were a few less people lining up for that job now.

"This is going to sound useless, but get some rest. We're gonna need it," Gohan said as he turned around to head back to camp. Piccolo just remained where he was, watching the base as adrenalin began rushing through his veins. He was going to enjoy this enterprise.


The day of attack couldn't come fast enough for the four fighters. Slowly, the sun rose in the heavens before making its descent into dusk, a half moon replacing the brilliant ball of light with its tiny companions, the stars. Wordlessly, they set out to their positions; Trunks and Goten were making their way to the opposite side of the base along the beach and Gohan and Piccolo setting up yards away from the base. As the moon reached its peak in the sky, new lights brightened the sky.

Fuel tanks to the inland side of the base were suddenly ignited, a fiery holocaust replacing them as beams of light raced pass the burning ball of fire, creating more explosions.

Walking at a steady pace on the concrete surface, Gohan and Piccolo blasted all they could see and all that opposed them. Buildings crumbled, armories enveloped in flames, jeeps of men blown through the air, crashing as their remains landed on the ground. Everything was going as planned.

And just as planned, the humans began to regroup and started firing back at their attackers, their blitz rifles sizzling the air. Fortunately, their aim was off, allowing the two invaders to continue their dominance.

Seconds later, more explosions rocked the alerted base from the back side, startling the men and allowing the two invaders to kill them where they stood. Everything was going perfectly.


Screams of men could be heard as they were incinerated. It was glorious, this feeling of actually accomplishing something. If Goten could have continued feeling this feeling for the rest of his life, he would have. Seeing a jeep of reinforcements making a beeline for him, he unleashed a ki blast that blew the truck twenty feet into the air flipping, landing top down, and crushing any survivors.

Trunks was also enjoying the rush as he raced towards a regrouping regiment. Without hesitation, he drew his sword, slashing and slicing through all that opposed him. No one was standing once Trunks made his initial pass, most of them lying in pieces on the ground.

However, the further into the base they got, the further away from each other they got. It was then the humans managed to get back on their feet and fight back. Slowly, Trunks and Goten gave up ground, running into each other. They had expected some kind of resistance earlier on, but the amount of blitz beams being fired at them was way too much for them to handle.

As the two Saiyans focused all of their attention on the blitz beams, they never noticed the small metal sphere that landed at their feet until the last second. Suddenly, a bright flash erupted in front of Goten and Trunks, flinging them across ruined building and rubble. Both Saiyans landed on the ground, skidding a couple feet after impact.

From the way that blast felt, it was like being hit with multiple blitz blasts at the same time. But humans didn't have that kind of capabilities. What was going on?

That was the last thoughts that Trunks and Goten had as they both slipped into unconsciousness, their foes approaching with their blitz rifles, aimed directly at their heads.


Gohan snapped his head in the direction of the sea. He had just felt Trunks and Goten's kis drop dramatically. He could barely feel them as it was. Worry settled upon him. He had to get to those two as soon as possible.

Just like the incident with the two younger Saiyans, Gohan became distracted by his thoughts, never seeing the small sphere landing a couple feet away. Piccolo did though, and before he could shout out some kind of warning the sphere detonated, flinging Gohan several feet away. Rushing to his partner's aid, Piccolo turned his back to his enemy, causing a blitz beam to blow off his arm. Crying in pain, Piccolo skidded across the ground stopping a few feet from Gohan's wounded body.

Slowly raising himself to his feet before falling onto his stomach, Gohan began coughing out blood. That had been the most painful thing he had ever felt. Even when he had found out about Piccolo's unique attributes during a spar, he had never felt as beaten as he was now.

It was while they trained themselves on the way here that Gohan learned about Piccolo's ability to stretch his arms. He had just thrown the Namekian and was surprised to not see him rushing back to attack. That earned him a punch to the face via Piccolo throwing a punch and it extending to his face. That among the other sparring scars had hurt like hell. Looking at his green friend now, he could say that he wasn't looking all that great either.

How had everything gone so wrong?

Staring at the humans as they raised their rifles, Gohan prepared himself for the blasts that were sure to come. He wouldn't close his eyes in defeat like some people were apt to do. He would face his death like a warrior, watching it as it approached him head on, just like his father and Vegeta before him. Piccolo must've had similar thoughts as he too watched the humans aiming their rifles.

What the two warriors didn't know was that the humans weren't aiming their rifles. Just as they had taken the upper hand in this battle, they had noticed several balls of light far behind their prey. Slowly they brought their weapons down just to stare at the unusual phenomenon. As they watched, the balls grew bigger, slowly but the difference was noticeable. Then they noticed that the balls were moving towards them, picking up speed. As they fully dropped their guard, the balls of light changed into beams of light, tearing through the front lines and obliterating all that stood behind.

As the beams flew overhead the fallen warriors, they immediately sensed the large group of power levels that had previously been hidden from them. It was an amazing sight to see the ki blasts come out of nowhere and slaughter everyone and everything in front of them. Turning their heads to look behind them, they were shocked to see a large cavalry of Saiyans racing towards them and blatantly passing them up to continue the slaughter. As they watched in awe, one Saiyan stopped his charge, turning his attention to the original attackers.

"Hey! You two okay!" the Saiyan shouted at them.

Quickly looking at him, Gohan called out "We'll survive!"

Nodding his head in confirmation, he turned to two Saiyans just as they were approaching. "You two stop!" he yelled stopping the two Saiyans.

Pointing to the fallen Gohan and Piccolo, he ordered "I want you to get them out of here. Meet up at the rendezvous point." The two Saiyans obviously didn't take the order too well, but complied nonetheless. One of the Saiyans hoisted Gohan over his shoulder while the other supported Piccolo's body by using his own body as a crutch. Swiftly, they flew off into the neighboring hills to await their comrades' return.


It was a few hours before the rest of Saiyans returned, their happy faces and blood-splattered armor dripping with the precious liquid. As Gohan watched the party arrive, he noticed immediately one of the Saiyans carrying the bodies of Trunks and Goten, neither of them moving. Gohan would've rushed over to them had Piccolo not laid his only good hand on his shoulder, keeping him down, shaking his head to tell him not to rush over. As far as the Namek was concerned, they were prisoners until told otherwise.

Just then, a Saiyan piped up. "Hey, where's Toma? Anyone seen him?" Taking a look around, Gohan searched for this Toma guy, but noticed the Saiyan that had stopped to help him and Piccolo out was missing.

Almost immediately, a few Saiyans' faces dropped. "He fell in battle," was all that needed to be said. Silently, they held a moment of silence for their fallen comrade before they started talking again. "So who are these guys?" one of the Saiyans asked, referring to the four mysterious warriors.

A large, bald headed Saiyan appeared in front of Gohan, his cold eyes boring into him. "My friend here has a point. Who are you people and what were you doing here?" he asked none too politely.

Gohan, deciding to be their spokesman, answered. "My name is Gohan. My green compatriot is Piccolo and the two you carry are Trunks and Goten. We came across some information telling us that something big was happening here and we came to disrupt it."

The bald Saiyan laughed out loud. "Let me guess. You're from the west and you thought you could take on some of the big guys. You lucked out that we were going to attack the base tonight or your buddies over there would be as good as dead." Turning to the rest of the party and ordered "We're going back to base. We'll see what Broly wants to do with these bakas."

Without another word mentioned, the group left the area, heading to the east, surprising Gohan. He hadn't heard of any Saiyans hiding out in the east. After the war, it had become an unofficial territory of the humans as they pressed westward, but Gohan didn't dwell on it too much. For the time being, he was solely focused on the limp bodies of Trunks and Goten, their faint energy signals giving him little comfort as they trudged through enemy territory. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours until finally their journey ended. Standing baffled next to a large cliff, Gohan had no earthly clue as to why they were here. It wasn't until the bald Saiyan approached the cliff's face and did an intricate pattern of taps that anything happened. A couple of seconds after the taps, part of the face slide open, revealing a dark corridor with a set of stairs. Without pausing, the group plunged into the bowels of the cave. The feeling of descent never left Gohan as they continued to drop further and further underground. Finally, they began walking on a flat surface instead of steps. It didn't take long for them to start to see the glow of torches at the end of the tunnel.

As they entered a large cavern, Gohan gasped. Before him, a small village of Saiyans filled the room, the sounds of their daily life echoing throughout the place. Men, women, children hustled and bustled as if they were still above ground. The group worked their way through the masses, many civilians staring at the newest additions; then suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Nappa! What are you doing here early? You're not supposed to be here for another two hours! What went wrong? Where's Toma?" a Saiyan with long, shaggy hair demanded as he approached the bald-headed Saiyan.

Nappa grunted. "When we got to the base, we found it was already being attacked. The four you see right there," he said as he pointed at Gohan and co, "beat us to the base and were about to kick it when we stepped in. They'd destroyed a decent chuck of the defenses so it was easy pickings. Toma was killed though."

The long-haired Saiyan turned his attention to Gohan before gasping. "Gohan, is that you?" he demanded shocked.

Gohan looked at the Saiyan. He didn't really recognize the man, though he was ringing some bells. "Sorry, but I don't think we've met."

He chuckled. "I guess you wouldn't remember too well since the last time I saw you was when you were four. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Raditz, your uncle," he said, giving the younger Saiyan a smile before turning his attention to Piccolo, replacing his smile with a look of suspicion. "And who is your green friend here? I've never seen him before."

"This is Piccolo. We met about two months ago and we've been helping each other out ever since,' Gohan answered. "Those two," he continued as he pointed to the still unconscious duo, "Are Goten, my brother, and Trunks."

Raditz nodded. "So where's Kakarot? I could've sworn he survived the invasion."

Gohan's mood dampened. "Dad was killed a few years ago along side Prince Vegeta."

Everyone in the vicinity quieted. Their prince had escaped the capital?

"You said they both died, right? How?" Raditz questioned.

Gohan scowled. "We were set up by that Saiyan traitor. You must've heard about that, haven't you?"

Raditz nodded grimly before looking at Goten. "I take it that's my other nephew, right?"

Gohan nodded. "And the one next to him is Trunks, Vegeta's kid."

It didn't take a second for Raditz to start harping on the other Saiyans. "What do you think you're doing treating royalty like a sack of beans?! Get him and my nephew taken care of now!" he roared, startling everyone.

With little hesitation, Trunks and Goten were taken away for medical treatment much to the relief of Gohan. Raditz turned to him again and said "I'll look after those two. Nappa should be taking you to see Broly. Tell him everything and he'll make sure everything will be fine." With that said, his uncle took his leave.

Gruffly, Nappa began to talk again, much to the dislike of Gohan and Piccolo. "Okay you two, let's get going. Broly wants to see you." He roughly pushed the two to the back of the cavern, towards a small, hastily made door. Nappa disappeared behind the door for a few moments before returning to lead the two inside.

Behind the door, a small room was revealed. A small group of Saiyans stood behind a desk where another Saiyan sat behind it, his bare chest showing with an odd golden necklace showing. His shaggy black hair, though not as shaggy as Raditz, came down past his shoulders. His cold eyes watched Gohan and Piccolo's every move as they entered the room, his hands entwined together as he rested his chin on them, giving him a look of being in complete control. "So you're the westerners I've heard about," he said, his voice deep and rough.

Gohan nodded. "Yeah that's us."

Broly continued to study them. Finally he spoke once more. "And you're also the last ones to be in the presence of the royal family. How was he killed?"

"You've heard of the Saiyan traitor. We were set up when we did a raid. My father was the first to fall, Vegeta the last as we were escaping."

Broly stared at him before turning his attention to Piccolo. "And you replaced your fallen comrades with a green bean. How touching."

Gohan and Piccolo turned to look at each other. With a slight nod of his head, Piccolo gave his permission to Gohan to talk back. Looking at Broly, Gohan retorted "Piccolo has more reason to kill humans then anyone else here. Before you stands the last Namekian in the universe."

Broly visible perked up at this while the others in the room looked flabbergasted. However, once his gaze fell on Piccolo's missing arm, he dropped his interest. "And a handicapped Namek at that," he responded.

Without a word, Piccolo's face became strained. Veins throbbed on his head and limbless stump. Quite unexpectedly, a new arm emerged from the stub, purple blood dripping from the restored appendage. "Not anymore," was all Piccolo said.

Staring in fascination, Broly responded "Regeneration. Very interesting." He paused in deep concentration. He then said "Maybe we could help each other out."

Gohan cocked an eyebrow. "Help each other out?"

Broly nodded. "Unfortunately, the Saiyan race doesn't have the ability to last long against the humans. The enemy's weapons get more sophisticated with every passing year. Just recently they created the blitz grenade, which I'm sure you got a good example of." Gohan and Piccolo smiled grimly. "If we're to stand a chance, we have to do something drastic."

Broly received questioning looks from his guests. "What do you mean?" was the only question Gohan could ask.

Lowering his hands to the desk as one hand balled into a fist and the other encompassed it, he replied a simply reply.

"We must attack Earth."