A/N: I said that only the strongest one could come back. Frieza, Vegeta and Goku have the same strength right now, so they can all come back. Bulma and Trunks didn't die, they were sent to wherever Vegeta was, and if vegeta were to move from that place (as he did) then Bulma and Trunks would move, too.

And well… Buu died when Vegeta sacrificed himself O.O

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Vegeta: I can't belive this.

Me: What?

Vegeta: That you accepted it.

Bulma: Yes, too bad. You let him win again. *rolls her eyes*

Vegeta: *smirks* I told you I'd win.

Me: Vegeta. Your daughter, your son, and your comrades said it. Even YOU said it. I don't see much of a WIN in there.

Vegeta: I.. you… YOU SHUT UP! ARGH! YOU'RE JUST PISSED BECAUSE AKIRA TORIYAMA OWNS DBZ AND ALL ITS CHARACTERS AND YOU DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Me: And I win, once again.

Vegeta didn't want to relax. He knew Frieza was stronger than that.

Then why couldn't he sense his energy?

He slowly floated to the ground and crouched, as if he could see through the darkness.

The formed a small ki blast and sent it to the hole, and it lightened at first, but the disappeared. The hole WAS very deep.

Very deep indeed, because he couldn't even hear when his ki blast crashed against something. He didn't know if it was the ground or the body, he just didn't sense it anymore.

He took a deep breath and looked at the sky. He then relaxed his body but remained alert.

"FRIEZA! I know you're still alive! Get out, you stupid weak lizard!"

Nothing.

He only heard his own heart beats.

Dum dum… Dum dum… Dum dum…

And the wind.

And the birds.

And the insects.

Dum dum…

And some animals running throught the forests…

Dum dum…

And wings.

Dum dum…

And his own breath.

Dum… dum… dum…

"Yes, it is an interesting environment indeed, monkey" Frieza whispered slowly behind him.

And he was no longer alert. Well, at least not expecting Frieza. Shocked, he jumped backwards… Stupid!

He fell to the hole, and before he could even realize what was going on, Frieza's heel landed on his stomach and sent him further down.

And down and down.

Wow, the hole really didn't have an endind.

Well, it did. And it was painful.

He cried out and Frieza laughed.

"Confused, monkey?"

Vegeta could barely see anything. Only a small ray entered the deep hole. He narrowed his eyes as they accustomed to the light.

"What the…"

"I'll explain you. Not only saiyans can feel power levels. I found this out and began to train my mind. After a while, I could sense other power levels, but it takes a lot of an effort. I'll grant you monkeys that: you were born with it. It is natural on you. But with that, another of your abilities came: hiding my own power level" he smiled as he put more pressure on Vegeta's chest. He groaned as his ribs grinded. "And that's pretty much what happened. I hid my power level, and used the instant transmission. Then I waited for the inevitable: You letting down your guard. You may be as strong as me, but when it comes to tactics dear, you are not much of a challenge." He put a little bit more pressure and cracking ribs were heard. Vegeta gasped and closed his eyes shut, remembering the day on Namek.

Flashback.

Everything hurt. His whole body ached and he pleaded for unconsciousness as a little rest from the pain that ran relentlessly through his body.

It had been an awful beating. Frieza had beaten him before, a lot of times. But this one time, Frieza was a lot stronger, and his fists were no longer as controlled as before. This time Frieza didn't care to keep him alive, so his power was not measured. His whole body was broken and trembling. He tried to swallow but his throat was closed with blood.

He heard footsteps, and his voice, mocking him once again. But he couldn't move, he couldn't answer, he couldn't flinch away.

Suddenly, he felt pressure on his chest. Why did life hate him so much? Why the FUCK would a blasted rock land RIGHT were his torso was unprotected? Right where he had no armor to protect him, a stupid rock fell. Damn.

And now Frieza, just to taunt him and mock him, was grinding the rock into his body. He tried to breath, tried not to cry out desperately. But he couldn't help with the groaning, the blood that fell from his lips. His ribs broke even more from the pressure, his torso giving in, his lungs punctured.

His eyes began to burn with tears. No, he couldn't cry.

Frieza was over him, he was broken, he couldn't lose more pride. He would die with at least a little bit of it. Frieza began to speak again.

"…Put you out of your misery."

It was the end. His scowl deepened but he couldn't even move his head to face his tormentor.

Vegeta let out an outraged cry as he punched the ankle over him.

Frieza grunted in pain and that fraction of second was enough to help Vegeta stand up and fly out of the hole.

It was just one rib, and it was not too bad. It hurt, yes, but he could ignore it.

Frieza flew behind him only to find his face crashing against a hard punch.

Vegeta then elbowed his back.

"IT'S TIME TO FINISH YOU OFF, BASTARD!" he screamed, and sent a ki blast through Frieza's chest.

Frieza gasped and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Dende's.

"HE KILLED HIM!" Bulma screamed.

"YES, DADDY!"

"No." both Piccolo and Goku shot back.

"But he stabbed his heart…"

"He didn't. Frieza has no heart."

"Wh-what?"

"Frieza has no organs. When he was cut by his disks on Namek, he didn't die. He has no organs. Frieza can only die if he is completely destructed, torn to pieces, as Trunks did when he killed him." Goku explained.

"But… but… then how…?"

"How is he supposed to win if not even a genki dama can help?" Gohan cut in.

Goku didn't answer. He truly had no idea.

Hell.

Radditz and Nappa scowled.

"There must be a way…" Nappa whispered.

"Shut up!" Zarbon said to one happy Saiyan. "Lord Frieza is not dead."

"Indeed, he isn't" king Cold said. "Our race can't get killed by that"

"What?" another Saiyan said.

"We have no organs that can kill us, unlike you, weak beings."

King Vegeta scowled at this.

"Don't brag about it, Cold. You can still be killed." He said. The saiyans raised their eyebrows. King Vegeta had actually collected the balls to talk to King Cold in such a rude way!

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Well, aren't you in Hell right now?"

King Cold narrowed his eyes.

"Why you little…"

"Idiot." King Vegeta muttered. All the saiyans laughed.

"Enough! QUIET, MONKEYS!"

They shut up reluctantly.

"No, don't!" King Vegeta said. "Don't! We are not your followers any longer! Not yours, not Frieza's! You stupid lizard!"

King Cold widened his eyes in surprise and so did Frieza's men.

"Yeah! Fuck off! You can't scare us any longer!" Radditz said.

"That's the attitude, your Majesty" Bardock said, flying to his side.

King Vegeta smirked and they both looked at King Cold and his men. The other saiyans rose and stood behind their king.

"What are you gonna do now, Cold?" one Saiyan said.

"Yes, this is what you feared, isn't it? I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO US!" King Vegeta said.

King Cold frowned and clenched his fists.

"You are mere monkeys! You don't stand a chance against me!"

"Well, watch and be amazed" Bardock said in a low tone of voice. "SAIYANS! IT'S TIME FOR REVENGE!"

Hell.

Vegeta's eyes widened as Frieza slowly stood up, coughing up blood.

"Really, monkey? Is that it?"

"Wh-why… I… You…"

"You stupid bastard. You can't kill me by destroying a vital organ I don't have. You gave for granted that all the living things had the same organisms?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he remembered. Frieza's race had no organs.

How the hell was he supposed to kill Frieza?

He couldn't beat him to death, because if Frieza matched his strength, he had no chance to beat him. This was pure strategy.

There had to be a way.

Trunks had killed him with a sword.

Kakkarot had almost killed him with disks…

Frieza could only be killed if he was either blasted to nothingness like Cooler or Cold, or tore into pieces.

He frowned. He could use the destructo disk, but Frieza would probably realize Vegeta's plan and escape the disks, or shot them back at him.

A genki dama would take too much time and he would need too much energy to perform it… right?

But just how much energy would he need?

If Kakkarot gave him his energy… would that be enough? No. Probably to drive him to unconsciousness, but Vegeta wanted to KILL him once and for all. As he thought, he dodged punches, kicks and ki blasts, most of them directed to his heart.

"You seem deep in thought, Vegeta. Have you forgotten my lessons? Always concentrate."

Vegeta didn't answer. He just fought back, screaming out of subconscious rage, but still thinking in a way to kill Frieza.

A genki dama would do the job if it was too strong. But… but he had no time to do one!

But what if… What if Kakkarot did it? And then passed it to him?

He shook his head. He didn't need any help.

He could kill Frieza on his own.

But then again, if Kakkarot gave him the energy, it would still be HIS victory. Right?

No. But then Kakkarot would be a hero, too. Kakkarot would take a part on killing Frieza… AGAIN. And Vegeta would not allow it.

He paid attention to the fight again, only to find Frieza thinking while he fought, too. But… what was Frieza thinking?

Frieza could kill him easily, couldn't he?

Was he getting weaker, perhaps? He smiled inwardly. Frieza was concentrated in something, meaning he was worried. He then kicked himself in the inside as he realized he had shown his preoccupation, too.

"Never show your weaknesses, Vegeta" Frieza had taught him once.

Despite the hate and pain that came back with that memory, Vegeta had to accept that some of the lessons had actually helped him a lot.

So… what would it be?

Suddenly, he didn't know why, Bulma came running to his mind. His mate.

He inhaled deeply, knowing that if he died she would be at the mercy of Frieza. And his son, too.

Yes, he had to do it. He had to call Kakkarot and tell him to make a Genki Dama, and then give it to him so that he could finish off Frieza once and for all.

Hell.

King Cold raised his eyebrows and glared at King Vegeta.

Zarbon, Dodoria, the Burter Force, and the remains of Cooler's, Frieza's and Cold's army were behind him.

And behind King Vegeta were the saiyans.

They were equal in number. Strength was a different matter.

But then again, it was strategy what could help him win.

He knew he didn't stand a chance against Frieza because he was a genius. He was a coldblooded Emperor that owned most of the Universe.

He owned more than his brother, being weaker than him. Why? Because he knew his ways, the tactics and the strategies to have an Empire. And he knew how to win his battles.

It was a relief for King Vegeta to know that his son was very smart, too. And that he could stand against Frieza now that he equaled him in strength and brains.

And so, a big war began in Hell.

A war that had never taken place.

A war that should've happened a long time ago.

Thirst for Revege glowing in the eyes of the mighty humanoid warriors.

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