Bulma clutched her eyes, but at the very last moment opened them just in time to see a bright flashing light heading towards her. She could almost feel death's tender kiss when out of nowhere she was flung to the side crashing into a shelf, unconscious.
"I thought you said it wasn't, Vegeta!" Yamcha snapped glaring at Piccolo. He was still shaken from what they had just flew into, having to have shoved Bulma aside. If Vegeta had been attacking Bulma then obviously he'd have no qualms killing them.
"It's not…well not the one we know," Piccolo said as they stood semi circle around Vegeta.
"Your late," Vegeta said coldly.
"Yeah two more seconds and Bulma would have been fried," Krillin said glaring at the prince.
Vegeta smirked, his red eyes gleaming.
"The blast wouldn't have touched her," Piccolo stated.
Yamcha rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he just wanted to scare her right?" he said voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Are you here to chat or have you come to die?" Vegeta asked.
"Neither," Krillin replied shifting into a fighting stance.
Vegeta threw his head back laughing. "Surely you don't think you stand a chance against the Saiyin prince?" he asked amused.
"Not that prince talk again," Yamcha muttered with annoyance.
A sudden chill fell in the room, the tension rippling through the air. Vegeta's smirk dropped and his head turned slowly to Yamcha.
The attack was sudden and took the Z fighters by surprise. Vegeta flew at Yamcha grabbing him by the neck and flying him through the wall. It took Piccolo and Krillin a moment to react and fly after them. Vegeta was in the air, dangling Yamcha's body as he held him by the neck. "Tell me Namek, is this the challenge I'll be getting?" Vegeta asked gruffly his eyes never leaving Yamcha's pained face. Piccolo didn't reply. "Because if that's true then this will be over quicker then I hoped," with that said Vegeta threw Yamcha to the ground.
The impact caused the ground to move slightly as the Z warrior crashed and formed a crater in it. Krillin paled. Somehow he doubted that Vegeta would draw this battle on. He seems to have one goal and that was to finish them off in time to see the sunrise.
Yamcha stood up on shaky legs, his vision blurred from the open cut on his forehead that was bleeding. The next attack came all too quickly a kick to the chest that sent him crashing a couple of feet away into the ground. He lay flat on his back staring at the dark sky. Tonight seemed a nice enough night to die. He thought bitterly.
He stood on his elbows and heaved next to him, blood spilling out in rivulets.
"Stay down," Vegeta said looming over him.
Yamcha stared back at Vegeta; those were the same eyes that had killed him that time ago. Pain seemed to radiate throughout his entire body but he couldn't stop now. He hadn't even landed a single blow and here he was eating sand. He clenched his teeth and raised himself on shaky knees.
"I said," Vegeta began releasing another kick landing it squarely on Yamcha's jaw. Teeth shattered, jaw dislocated and Yamcha slumped to the ground. Vegeta stepped closer to the fallen fighter and lifted his foot and landed it on Yamcha's thigh breaking the femur. Yamcha released a shuddering scream, blood oozing from the broken skin."Stay down," he finished before turning his back to look up at the shocked two fighters floating in mid air.
Krillin could feel his teeth chattering involuntary. Yamcha looked beat and tethering between life and death. They had been so wrong this was not a battle they had come like sheep to the slaughter.
"I'm afraid I don't have all day, who's next?" Vegeta asked.
Krillin gulped there was no way he'd be volunteering.
"If it's a fight you want Vegeta, then a fight you'll get," Piccolo said calmly as he removed his scarf and turban. He flexed his muscles and landed softly on the ground.
"Don't make promises you can't keep Namek, I might take you seriously," Vegeta said with a smirk.
Piccolo flew at Vegeta landing a punch to the jaw, Vegeta's head snapped to the side.
"I give you a clear shot and that's the best you can do?" Vegeta asked dodging a kick aimed to his hip.
"I'm just getting warmed up Vegeta, now stop talking and fight me," Piccolo growled out swinging a punch that was easily dodged.
Krillin watched as Piccolo attacked like a man possessed, throwing kicks and punches in quick succession. Vegeta seemed content with simply defending the blows almost as if he was waiting for an opening.
He didn't have to wait long in an act of desperation Piccolo lunged forward leaving himself open for attack and it was at that moment that Vegeta decided to attack, punching him in the gut. Piccolo doubled over in pain, the power in the punch cutting off his respiration for a moment. Piccolo was panting with difficulty whilst Vegeta seemed to not have even dropped a sweat yet.
Krillin watched in immobilized horror as Vegeta returned the blows Piccolo had been throwing. All he saw where flashes of white as a steel like force connected with bone. Vegeta was in a whole different fighting element. The power he radiated was powerful yet frighteningly scary. No one should be allowed to harness such power. Piccolo stumbled backwards desperately trying to hold on.
They could use Goku right about now. Krillin thought dread forming in the pit of his stomach.
"Will you bow now Namek or will you wait until I render your legs useless?" Vegeta asked moving forward.
Piccolo grunted, stepping backwards. "I bow to no one," he spat out.
"That's such a shame, you could have made a fine soldier," Vegeta said chuckling softly.
"Can I just say one thing before your next blow?" Piccolo asked back touching the wall of the mountain behind him. Vegeta inclined his head slightly. "You'll never be better than him," he said.
Vegeta's snarled. "You should have saved your last words for something more benefiting your current position, Namek. A plea perhaps," he spat out charging forward and kicking Piccolo in the ribs. Piccolo slumped to the ground. "Let me be honest with you Namek, I've wanted to do this the day I first laid eyes on you," Vegeta growled out menacing, opening his hand forming a Ki blast.
"Stop!" a voice screamed out in the night. Krillin's eyes bulged, surely he hadn't said that? He wandered in panic.
Vegeta raised his head to the top of the mountain. He watched as the golden warrior in the orange gi stood watching him, a smirk forming on his lips. "Kakarot," he said.
"No it's Gohan," Gohan replied dropping to the ground next to his fallen Mentor.
Vegeta stood up. "Tell me boy why I should stop?" he asked.
Gohan grimaced as he looked down at Piccolo, but composed his face when he looked back up at Vegeta. Vegeta's transformation didn't go unnoticed and he tried to stave off the unease he was beginning to feel. He was getting mixed readings from Vegeta's Ki energy so he couldn't be sure how strong Vegeta was now. "Because you're a Saiyin you want a real fight and I'm the only worthy opponent you have," he declared, face set.
"Let's hope your promise is kept brat," Vegeta said before glancing at Piccolo. "But you are wrong you aren't worthy," he added calmly.
Gohan shook his head. "Then prove me wrong, Vegeta," he said, his hands curling into fists.
Vegeta chuckled softly. "I accept your challenge and don't think because of your age I'll go easy on you," he said pointing a warning finger at Gohan.
"I wouldn't expect that from you," Gohan replied.
Vegeta nodded. "You've never been killed before, correct?"
"Yes," Gohan replied.
"Well when you do, tell the devil I'm waiting for him," Vegeta said with a smirk.