Author notes: Hi all! Just a warning but this chapter will be a long one. So let's get on with the Saiyan's arrival! And it's back to Okome's side of the story, so no Saishi again.
Planet Earth.
The sun crept higher into the bright, clear skies above, not a single cloud passed. The trio waited for the twin terrors, who arrived to the Planet Earth not so long from now.
Someone's coming... Piccolo thought, crossing his arms and anticipating what horrors lied beyond them. His dark eyes studied the golden horizon, the golden hue drawing out the life of the earth. Delicate, precious and rare. This sight held beauty, even if it could be the last few moments of his life. Standing with his students was the best thing to do even in times like these, especially against a force that could destroy Earth as he knew it.
"Be on your toes!" Piccolo said, raising his voice at the duo who stood side by side with him; Gohan being on his right while Okome being on his left.
The duo replied with a small nod. They had never fought a serious battle for Earth, well not in Okome's case. Okome had a few serious fights but, they didn't put the whole Earth in danger. Unfortunately, that was a story for another time.
Gohan on the other hand battled with an uncle he never thought could have existed- but that wasn't going to stop him from doing what he knew was best. Gohan raised his fists up towards his chest. This was his time to put his training to the test. The young boy had to prove to his mentor that he was not the same crybaby from the first day of his training with Piccolo. He was now a fighter, a defender of Earth.
No fear held neither children down, just to make their mentor proud.
Whoosh…
Someone flew towards them through the open fields ahead. His bald head reflected the sun's rays from the clear blue skies above, creating a glare. He wore an orange training gi, but blinded by the sun's harsh light, nothing else could be determined about the stranger.
Goku, the day has come my friend. The soaring figure thought, speeding over the hilly lands. He spotted the trio ahead of him.
"Isn't that Krillin?" Gohan said, pointing towards the figure as the male landed. Indeed, his head was bald and there were six dots on his forehead. He was short compared to Piccolo but slightly taller than Gohan and Okome.
"If you're here to get in the way, you're better off not being here." Piccolo snarled at the bald monk as he lowered his arms to his sides.
Piccolo was well aware the monk was meant to help them in the fight to protect Earth however, he could not handle his cowardice during a losing battle. Piccolo would rather not have him there if that's all that the bald monk did.
"I'm here to help you guys against the Saiyans," Krillin raised his hands in front of Piccolo; a sign of assurance, "I've been training too; with Tien, Yamcha and Chiaotzu on the lookout." As he lowered one of his hands while pointing west with the other. "I could feel their energy as I came here." He twisted his head in the direction of his finger, looking far out to the golden horizon. Krillin knew reasoning with Piccolo was never easy. Piccolo was always 'dark' to every person other than Okome and Gohan- in addition to scaring the bald monk bloodless. He shuddered at that horrid thought of Gohan's innocence being robbed from him.
"You're Krillin?" Gohan said, tilting his head whilst observing the stranger. From his father's storytelling, the small boy thought that Krillin was funny guy to be with. He met Krillin once, before the boy was stolen from his family by a wild haired alien known as 'Raditz'. What was his deal anyway? Crushing his father's ribs brutally and making him beg for mercy was the lowest thing that alien did. No forgiveness for sure- that's one thing that Gohan promised.
"Yup." Krillin answered, observing the small fighter. It has been a year since the bald monk saw his lifelong friend's child. The boy had grown, Krillin sensed a tiny fire burning from the innocent boy's eyes. Gohan had the same eyes like his father, the monk couldn't deny it.
"I know from father that you were strong and quite short compared to everyone." Gohan said, raising his head up at Krillin.
Krillin to scoffed. What could he do if Gohan was the son of his lifelong friend? Krillin smiled, because this was what his friend would have said. He was innocent just like Goku.
"Nice to meet you," Okome greeted, waving her hand towards Krillin. Due to her upbringing, it was seen as polite to greet a friend, even though you may not know them in person.
"Hi," Krillin replied, meeting her gaze. "wouldn't you mind introducing your friend here... Gohan?" He whispered, covering his mouth while nudging Gohan on his shoulder.
"This is Okome, " Gohan placed his hand on her arm, "I don't think you'll know her... but she's a good friend."
"Is that so?" Krillin said, looking at Gohan, to which the boy nodded. The girl kept a smile on her lips. "Well nice to meet you too!" Krillin smiled at Okome as he placed his hand on her head.
It was weird. Krillin didn't expect a female fighter, who was the same age as Gohan, to fight against the Saiyans- no. The monk wasn't aware that there were more skilled fighters to exist, excluding his comrades that he met during his journey with Goku. It felt good to the monk that there was another human, an Earthling fighter to join them.
"So how was training?" Gohan said, holding his fists up towards his face. Krillin's face seemed to change from all cheeriness to horror. It was like all life was drained from his face.
"N..never t..talk about Popo's training!" Krillin said, stuttering as he shook his head at Gohan. The black, empty eyes invaded his mind and the echoes of evil laughter ringing through the poor Earthling's mind. It was eternal torture. He did not blink once after the sudden thought of being murdered by Saiyans two hundred years ago along with his comrades.
Gohan gulped at Krillin's horror, the young boy knew he began on the wrong foot, especially if the entire Earth was on the line.
"Enough of the chit chat!" Piccolo yelled, his white cape fluttered in the harsh winds. He waved his arm, creating a whooshing sound in the wind. "They're here!"
It was like as if the land was set on fire. The group turned their heads; two figures flew towards them at blinding speeds.
It was them.
"Holy cow!" Krillin exclaimed, sensing their surging power levels, "That's some crazy amount of power they have!"
Krillin knew the Saiyans were powerful, not that he saw the fight between Goku and Piccolo tag teaming against Raditz. But he didn't expect the power to be twenty times stronger than Raditz. He gritted his teeth as the two figures landed in front of them, one being a giant compared to the other one.
"I hope you weren't waiting for us..." the short one said, crossing his arms as he sneered up at the group. His voice was low but his voice could not be distinguished between sarcasm or care. On the contrary, the short Saiyan's voice was cold, bone chillingly cold. His black pupils pieced through the fighters bodies. The short Saiyan chuckled.
"You're the Saiyans!" Okome exclaimed, raising her fists up as she scanned the duo. Shaken. Not only by the physical look of the giant alien but, also the high energy she could feel which oozed out from the two aliens. The giant's black eyes trailed towards her at once, causing the girl to gulp silently.
Okome was scared. This feeling felt all too familiar. It was as if fear, like a demon in the shadows, was watching her, laughing as death crept up her throat before sucking out her light. She shook her head from the violent thought of what the giant could do to her fragile body.
"We're both Saiyans... duh!" The giant said, gesturing a thumb to himself and the short Saiyan before breaking out into a large grin. "Let me introduce ourselves," He threw his fist up at the oppressing team. "I am Nappa, a royal elite who only serves the royal Saiyan bloodline."
Wait... Okome thought, loosening her fists.
If the whole Saiyan race was nearly wiped out -
-and yet Nappa said that... Gohan thought, gulping to his conclusion. Then is he the-
-Bingo. Piccolo thought, observing his students.
"I am the Prince of all Saiyans; Vegeta!" The short Saiyan thundered with pride, raising a fist towards the opposing group.
A prince of an extinct race? What pride is left from that? Okome thought, looking between the two Saiyans. Wait, Gohan said something about the Saiyan's home planet being destroyed by a meteorite. She sighed silently. His pride was going to be his downfall.
If he's the Prince then we're pretty much screwed aren't we? Krillin thought, raising his fists close to his chest.
"What the hell do you want!" Piccolo said, throwing the weighted turban and cloak towards the ground, thumping against the crisp grass. Forget about the formalities, they were enemies who thought they can prance to Earth and have fun. The green demon was having none of that.
"Hmmm?" Vegeta hummed, looking over to Piccolo, "You're the one who killed Raditz... yes, it was you wasn't it?" The transmission from the dying lowlife's scouter from a year ago, it had to be the Namekian.
Even though Raditz is a weakling, he was glad he gained useful information; despite having no intention to help his comrade. he was regarded as a lower class warrior. The proud Saiyan was an elite, he didn't need to rely on lower class warriors, they were all filth in the Prince's eyes.
Piccolo stood quiet for a few seconds, observing the eye devices they wore.
"You see," Vegeta said, curling his white gloved hand on his scouter, "we heard everything from the fight you and your partner had against Raditz."
"Hey, Vegeta," Nappa said, pointing at the green demon, interrupting the short Saiyan, "He looks like those Namekian aliens, doesn't he? Weird..." It was weird. Namekian's were a warrior race. What would a Namekian do on a planet full of pathetic creatures? Nappa looked down at the proud prince, waiting for a response.
I've been wondering about that. Okome thought, looking up at her mentor. She already knew that her mentor couldn't have been a human. The green skin, pointed ears, sharp fangs and strange clothing. She could have thought that he was a demon from the realms of Hell.
"Really?" Gohan said, snapping his head up at Piccolo, with Krillin following directly after. He also thought similar to Okome, but he was surprised at the new information about Piccolo. That explains why he was scared of Piccolo during those first months during training because Piccolo seemed so 'alien'- as Gohan put it.
"You're an alien, no wonder..." Krillin said, snapping his sights up at Piccolo. The monk also had a similar reaction to the children. He wondered what made Piccolo so different to everyone, excluding his green skin colour of course. Piccolo's abilities were unique; such as the ability to regenerate lost limbs. Wondering, was Tien a human, since he had a third eye? Nothing really felt the same to Krillin any more, especially that day where he found out that his best friend was also an alien.
Krillin sighed silently. He hoped that there wasn't going to be more aliens to crash at Earth's door, otherwise he knew that he would be severely outmatched. Sadly, the Saiyans were the beginning of the end of the human's fighting capabilities... or their entire existence.
The wind blew through the fighters as Vegeta continued to cross his arms.
"I've heard that even though they have above the average power, they also can use magician like tricks," Vegeta said, titling his head whilst pinning his eyes onto the green warrior. "So I'm assuming you're the one who created the Dragonballs!" The flame haired Saiyan clenched his hand into a fist towards Piccolo.
Dragonballs? Okome thought, tilting her head whilst keeping her fist raised towards her chest. What did balls have to do with a dragon? Was it a part of an ancient ritual? Okome didn't know what to think. Or something else?
"You even know about the Dragonballs?" Krillin exclaimed, widening his eyes at Vegeta. This was the last thing that the monk wanted to hear from the alien invaders. If the Saiyans before them were aware of the Dragonballs through the use of communication through the scouters, what were the chances that someone else would come to Earth to also get the Dragonballs? Krillin's brow formed sweat. It trickled down his face. He silently gulped.
"That's the only reason why we're here," Nappa said, raising a large hand up at the opposing group. "But it's a shame that your friends are going to be squashed like bugs." His hand clenched into a fist, squeezing the air from his palm. The giant couldn't wait to utterly destroy Earth's defenses. It was his joy ever since he travelled, in his Saiyan pod, for over three years, and now it was his turn to enjoy the destruction. His patience for bloodlust has been rewarded.
"Thanks for the information," Piccolo said, creaking his neck to his left before turning it to his right, "but you're wrong about me creating the Dragonballs." Raising his arms towards the Saiyans, he took a sturdy fighting stance. One arm aimed straight at the Saiyans while the other was behind him, balancing him as he bent his knees. "As you will find out, we'll see who's the real bug around here!" He yelled, grinning as he watched the Saiyans like a hawk.
"Too bad..." Vegeta said as he trailed his eyes to the Namekian, "I'll guess we'll have to beat the information out of you if you won't tell us about the Dragonballs." He sighed whilst looking up towards the sky.
Krillin, Gohan and Okome took their stances as Nappa pressed the button on his scouter with his black, fingerless, combat gloves.
"Nine-hundred-and-eighty-one, one-thousand-two-hundred-and-twenty, one-thousand-and-eighty-three and what's this?" He said, scouting until his scouter beep a blank. "Who the hell are you?"
Okome remained in her fighting stance, keeping her gaze on the giant. The funny thing was, Okome knew that she was by far the weakest in the group. However, she knew a few techniques from her home dimension that would help her against the Saiyans. Her skills in analysing her opponents and her speed to react. She prayed that this tackled her problem in physical strength.
"That's none of your concern!" Okome yelled back at the giant, tightening her fists.
"Well, we have a real snapper here," Vegeta said, laughing at the small child. "It's a shame that a little girl decided to come and fight instead of staying home with her mother." He was surprised that a weakling stood up to him. It was unfortunate that she lacked any physical strengths, otherwise he would have struck a deal with her.
"Shut up..." Okome said, gritting her teeth at his taunts. A single word about her family and friends was enough to anger the small girl, especially if it was her mother or her lost sister.
"Oh look...she's trying to be brave, how cute," Vegeta said, tilting his head whilst his black eyes looked through her. He grinned at the child, she was a foolish one indeed.
"Idiots! Do you really think you can beat us with that power?" Nappa bellowed at the group. What was this? Was this the best warriors to defend Earth from threats such as he and the Prince? What a disappointment…
"Take off your scouter Nappa." Vegeta ordered, taking off his one in the process. He recognised this power. The ability to hide your own energy didn't surprise him on bit. He knew another alien who could hide his energy just as well and was loyal to the tyrant who annihilated his home planet. The prince despised his five squad of idiots. They only mocked him and his Saiyan heritage, especially the green-skinned, four-eyed freak of a coward.
"What?" Nappa asked, widening his eyes at Vegeta. He was hoping that the Prince didn't lose his mind to reject his use of the scouter. This was the first time that the Prince told him take this action.
"They're useless to us now," Vegeta said as his eyes trailed up at the giant, "obviously they can manipulate their power levels to what suits them best." He slowly looks at Okome. "Be cautious with the girl, even if she doesn't look like a fighter, she may have other abilities up her sleeves."
"You're right," Nappa took off his scouter. What else should he expect from the King's son? "Raditz, that weakling, must have relied too much on his scouter, no wonder he got killed so easily."
"You and Goku just barely managed to beat him." Krillin laughed as his shaky eyes looked to Piccolo.
"And he's a weakling..." Okome said, clenching her hands into a fist, "What are the odds now?" She sighed as her navy eyes trailed towards Krillin.
Was there any point in training for the Saiyan's arrival at all? If Goku and Piccolo struggled against Raditz, what chance did he have against them? Krillin shook his head. Goku would have been disappointed with him. His lifelong friend was always there for him and Krillin hated to wonder what type of friend he was if he abandoned his friend's only son. Krillin promised that he would stick by his friends no matter what happens. He had to. He was one of Earth's defenders.
Someplace in otherworld...
"ACHOO! What the hell?" The wild haired Saiyan sneezed as he raced down the purple, winding roads of Snakeway.
"I think you must have some kind of allergy." Goku laughed, rubbling his thumb under his nose.
"Shut up Kakarot!" The wild haired yelled at his younger sibling as he and Goku darted towards the ancient building in the distance, bathed in the golden glow from the clouds below. The Checkout Station.
Back on Planet Earth…
"Let's see what they got," Vegeta said, folding his arms, "then we can ask about the Dragonballs later."
As soon as those weaklings fall, the Prince would question the Namekian, beat the answers out of him even if the green insect continued to rebel. Then, the proud Saiyan would begin to wipe out the inhabitants of Earth before selling this luscious planet to those wealthy space pirates. No, forget that, he had to deal with him... The one whose ordering him to do this.
"We still have six Saibamen, don't we Nappa?" Vegeta asked, twisting his head towards the giant.
"You like to play around Vegeta," Nappa said, drawing out a glass tube containing six green beans from his chest plate. He inspected them, tapping the glass tube with his index finger before grinning. "They'll grow nicely in this soil..."
Crouching; he poked a small hole into the soil before placing the beans in each hole.
What is he doing? Gohan thought, observing the grass where the seeds were buried.
A group of green, short aliens sprouted out from the ground. Similar to something out of a horror movie; the green aliens screeched. They crawled out of the soil, like zombies climbing out of their graves. Their bloodlust, their crimson eyes stared into the hearts of the fighters.
What the hell? Okome thought, cringing at the sight of the green aliens, whom grinned at her. Her eyes squinted at the scene of those monsters.
Noticing the grim expression from Okome, Gohan looks at her and nods. Okome shook her head before raising her clenched fists towards her chest. This had became a common habit between the duo. Giving certain gestures or actions to each other allowed both children to communicate without the need to speak. From this, Gohan could see if Okome was alright however, the young girl replied that there was nothing to worry about. This allowed Gohan to focus back on the main objectives; knowing that Okome was alright.
"Those four are your targets." Vegeta clarified, signalling his face upwards towards the opponents to the Saibamen as a guide to the aliens to their tasks.
"I don't like the looks of them." Krillin said as his body withdrew into himself. However- saying that it wasn't as bad as remembering Popo's training. He cringed at that thought of those Saiyans double teaming him in that bizarre dimension.
"Me neither." Okome said to Krillin. Okome stood back to back with Gohan whilst facing the Saibamen. Those eyes reminded her of a familiar feeling, a fear that struck her. Her heart thumped quickly. She shook her head from the thought of her older sister. Those scarlet eyes, like those of her sister's fury- not that Okome would ever dare to anger her sister, but the thought of Layla's aftermath after her sister's fury burned out.
"We'll work together to take them down." Gohan said, whispering to Okome as he tilted his head to the left. The girl nodded to his response.
A zap of static caught Krillin's senses.
"I think this is going to be harder than I thought." Krillin said, snapping his head at the direction of another power level. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse.
"That way." Piccolo said, turning his head to see three figures flying towards them at blinding speeds. Then, the trio landed in front of the protectors of Earth, landing on the dry grass with a gentle thump.
One was bald. He had a third eye and his upper body was bare, showing a scar across his right side of his chest. He wore a green pair of trousers. The silent warrior stood in front of Piccolo, standing tall as his black eyes stared at the Saiyans with his serious gaze.
The other was tiny compared to the silent warrioir, like a baby. He wore a black hat and was pale than anything. He wore a pale blue top and similar black, trousers to the bald one.
"Tienshinhan and Chiaotzu!" Krillin exclaimed, clenching his fists. He was glad that they were joining the fight. Even if Chiaotzu didn't get along with Krillin, they both knew that it wasn't the time to argue with each other. There was more at stake than their rivalry.
Following to the battle last was a friend, who landed next to Krillin. He wore an orange gi, similar to Krillin, but was taller than him. His hair was wild and a scar ran down the left side of his cheek.
"Sorry I'm late." The scarred warrior said as he stood up tall, his back facing Krillin.
"Yamcha!" Krillin said, smiling at his old friend. Many years passed since they both saw each other. Indeed, they both could tell that they became much stronger since the Twenty Third Martial Arts World Tournament.
So these were the people who must have been training for this, Okome thought, I guess I'm surrounded by aliens for now... well except for Gohan, Krillin and Yamcha. She sighed before looking back at the twin terrors that stood before them.
"They just keep coming." Vegeta sneered at the growing number of resistance. The more fighters made it the more better for the Prince. It just makes it more satisfying for achieving his wish.
"They must be begging to die." Nappa said, observing the new fighters. More blood meant more enjoyment to the battle hungry giant.
"I thought there were only two Saiyans." Tien said, standing up tall at the forefront of the battlefield with Chiaotzu. He scanned his opponents, from the two, human looking creatures to the group of green aliens. He could already distinguish who were the puppets and the masters.
"A lot of stuff happened," Krillin said, leaning over to see Tien from in front of Yamcha.
"Who's the newbie?" Yamcha asked, turning his head at Okome, "I've never seen you around here." What did Okome have other than her weak energy? Strangely, a female fighter in this case- actually, if he included the women he met in Goku's journey, the blue haired child could be just as fierce.
"A friend," Okome said whilst keeping an eye on the green aliens ahead. "We'll talk more after the fight. I promise."
"Alright." Yamcha said, trailing his black eyes towards the group of opponents they were up against.
"Looks like we're not even now," Vegeta said as he scanned back and forth from the Saibamen to the opposing team, "six Saibamen and seven opponents. One of you should sit out..." His eyes then trailed to the girl who stood besides Gohan. "This isn't a place for you..." the flamed haired Saiyan grinned at her.
I swear, Okome thought, glaring at Vegeta, if it's because I'm the only girl on this group, he's got another thing coming!
"I don't need your advice!" Okome yelled at Vegeta.
"Fine..." Vegeta laughed as he snapped his head back at the opposition "It's your loss. We bargained more than we asked for this little game."
"A game!" Piccolo snarled at the Saiyans. "Stop beating around the bush and settle this now!" The Namekian clenched his hand into a fist towards them. Not only did the Saiyans rudely landed on Earth, they also mocked everything that the fighters had trained so much to protect. It disgusted the Namekian.
"We can use this to our advantage," Krillin said, lunging towards Piccolo while raising his hands up at the increasingly annoyed warrior. "We can buy time for Goku until he arrives."
Goku? Okome thought, but I thought he was dead... She knew Goku was dead but it caused the girl to think that she misheard what the monk said. It wasn't possible for someone to return to the world of living... not where she came from anyway.
"I'll go first," Tien volunteered,pressing his fists together as he approached the Saibamen. It was time to put his skills to the test. How much has he grown since then? and how would it fare against a former rival?
"They'll get a nasty surprise when they see those Saibamen in action." Nappa bellowed as he clenched his fists. They itched with excitement. He hungered to see how great Earth's forces were against the Saibamen. Sadly, the Saibamen were just as strong as Raditz when Piccolo and Goku fought the Saiyan a year ago.
"Good luck!" Krillin shouted his prayers at the same time with both children. They knew that if they had any chance in beating the invaders, they had to watch and learn from a Tien's fight in order to anticipate what they were up against. Their yells of prayers faded in the breeze, vanishing in the sun's glare as the silent warrior strode across the crisp grass.
Cht cht cht…
Tien stood opposite the short green alien. He stood tall and strong as he eyes pierced through the green, savage alien. In return, the Saibaman gazed up at the Triclops. It's head then tilted over to his left, as if it could do a whole three sixty with its tiny body. The small creature bounce to its feet after its first taunt, chuckling dryly.
Starting the fight off, the Saibaman lunged towards Tien, stretching out its three - digit claws. It slashed towards Tien's flesh as it screeched a battle cry.
Tien threw his hands towards the Saibaman, stopping the small creature dead in its tracks. Tien knocked the small creature away with a clenched fist, sending the alien hurdling across ground.
The Saibaman spun in the air.
As soon as the creature landed, Tien followed up with another hit, but the Saibaman had other plans.
The creature's head split open. Pale, green liquid erupted from its skull, aimed at Tien and the rest of the fighters.
"Yesh!" Krillin yelped as his body leapt away from the liquid, followed by the rest of the group to take action. The acid immediately vaporised the ground; leaving a deep scar on the fertile land.
What the hell? Okome thought, soaring with Gohan following her close behind. I'm sure that's physically impossible to do... The laws of physics doesn't really apply to aliens, doesn't it? Again the child had forgot that the laws of this universe was different to her own.
The alien was wide open. Tien dashed towards the alien, elbowing the creature in the head.
The Saibaman screeched, before collapsing to its knees.
"No way," Nappa said in bewilderment. He couldn't have imagined someone stronger than Raditz. He now understood why his weaker comrade had a hard time trying to wipe out the residents of Earth. However, to his surprise, Nappa was excited... because he had some new toys to play with.
Such speed and accuracy. Okome thought in amazement. The corners of her lips smiled slightly because she was relieved that the Saibaman may have not been all that hard. She admired Tien's combat skills and confidence as a fighter.
Tien stood tall in victory.
"He did it!" Chiaotzu cheered, raising his hands up in joy. The small fighter knew that his lifelong friend could take down the alien.
"Way to go Tien! " Krillin said, smiling as he threw his fist into the air in victory.
"I guess we'll have our entertainment after all..." Vegeta said, observing the group.
The Saibaman crouched down on all fours in defeat.
"That's impossible!" Nappa said, his black eyes gazing down at Vegeta. The proud Prince crossed his arms, with a wide grin on his lips. "They had the same power level as Raditz!"
"Obviously they're playing smart." Vegeta replied. The Saibaman didn't unleash his full potential in battle, the Prince knew this. He couldn't withstand such weaklings.
Tien turned his back towards the Saibaman and strode back to his team. If the Saibaman had any respect, it would stay down and accept defeat, Tien couldn't handle sore losers. However, not to his surprise, the Saibaman rose up to his feet.
His master's were watching. The Saibaman had to defeat him no matter the costs.
"Tien!" Okome shouted, pointing at the green alien who shakily stood on its two legs.
"It's getting up!" Krillin said, yelling as his face shrunk from cheer to fear.
Tien snapped his head back towards the defeated alien. It was foolish for the alien to continue to challenge the disciplined monk.
Whip...
Vegeta all of a sudden pointed two fingers towards the Saibaman.
Splat...
With screeches of despair, the green alien erupted inside out, decapitating the alien into a bloody pulp.
Sickened at this sight, Okome covered her mouth in disgust. Piccolo did not flinch a muscle as the tangled pieces of gore pulped on to the ground while the other fighters stared in shock.
"What?" Krillin and Gohan exclaimed as their eyes locked onto Vegeta's callous ones. Krillin, Okome and Gohan didn't understand why. Why did Vegeta destroyed his own comrade? It was long until they had received their answers.
"That one underestimated you guys, that's all," Vegeta replied, lowering his two fingers. "Obviously he didn't listen and well... He became useless."
Vegeta wouldn't allow such a weakling to serve him. He wouldn't give a second thought of destroying his own team member. If they looked pathetic... death was their reward.
One of the Saibaman standing besides the flamed haired prince took a silent gulp. It's crimson eyes had shrunk, just like how his body began to shrink into himself. The creature felt the Prince's blood lust ooze out from the him, slowly draining away the victorious atmosphere.
The Saibamen were only a puppet to serve his master's wishes, a toy that was used for entertainment - no, to clean the Saiyan's dirty work. The child of the Earth had no option other than to kill what he was ordered to do... otherwise death was his reward; just like his other comrade that was brutally ripped to shreds before his eyes.
What seems left of Tien's confident victory was now turned into dread. If that was only a fraction of the Saibamen's full strength, how deadly were they at full power? Tien couldn't imagine what else they could do apart from spilling acid from their skulls. However, this was the reason why he trained. He trained so that the unexpected can be anticipated. All that the disciplined monk could do was wait and learn about their abilities... and protect his allies.
"Now, who else is next?" Nappa asked, observing the Earthlings and the Namekian. No one moved a muscle. It was pure silence.
Kch... Kch...
"I'll go..."
The wild haired bandit strode towards the battlefield. Krillin heard his quiet voice echo towards the swaying lands, watching his friend walk alone into the forsaken situation that the monk could not ignore. If Yamcha dies... what will Krillin say to Yamcha's closest friend and girlfriend? They'll surely have a breakdown to this news.
"But Yamcha-" Krillin said, reaching out his hand towards Yamcha's back. His hand blocked out the symbol written on his friend's orange gi. 'Kame'. It was respect to the turtle hermit who trained both Krillin and his friends. Krillin wasn't willing to lose him, it was too soon.
"You already got wished back by the Dragonballs," Yamcha said, interrupting Krillin as he stood, waiting for the approaching Saibaman. "So if anything happens to you, you won't come back." Yamcha briefly turned his head towards Krillin. Giving a small grin, he raised a thumb at the bald monk. Yamcha couldn't risk Krillin being permanently dead.
I've been training for this exact moment! Yamcha thought, walking ahead of Okome. I have to beat them! I promised Bulma that I'll come back alive!
Even though Yamcha was willing to sacrifice himself to allow Krillin to understand the alien's fighting style, he wasn't prepared to die. However, as long as Piccolo wasn't going to die, Yamcha had a chance that he could be wished back by the Earth's Dragonballs.
So the Dragonballs can revive people from beyond the graves? Okome thought as she looks at Yamcha. It must be some miracle worker then...
The young girl was still trying to figure out what were the purpose of the Dragonballs and why the Saiyans were after them.
"Good luck friend." Okome said as Yamcha took his stance.
Yamcha nodded in response, before looking at the small, green alien.
"Come and get me!" Yamcha said as he got into his fighting stance. His knees were bent, his right leg and arm were faced in front of him whilst his other leg was bent to balance him. His left arm arched above his head.
"I see we have a hot shot." Vegeta jeered as the Saibaman stared at Yamcha with its scarlet eyes. He recognised these types of fighters. They were the type of rebels that were shortly annihilated from existence. They were full of words but no action or skill, however, the Prince was soon proven wrong.
"Go get him!" Nappa commanded as the Saibaman chuckled dryly.
Without a second to waste, both fighters dived into battle. Not even a single crunch from the grass could be heard as both opponents dashed towards each other before vanishing out of view.
Such speed! Okome thought, astonished by Yamcha's speed. Even though Tien was impressive in his combat skills, Yamcha was by far the fastest in the group; he was silent yet swift, like a wolf. The silver wolf symbolised speed and skill, a deadly combination that Okome specialised in however, her childlike body made it near enough impossible to pull off. She ran out of stamina too easily.
"They're fast!" Gohan said, his eyes scanning all over the green lands to track their movements. The young boy lost sight of the battle, his eyes snapping to different locations as the ki slipped away from his senses.
"Sense their Ki! " Piccolo barked at Okome and Gohan. "Remember the training!" He could not let both of his students to forget the basics, not now, not ever.
Exchanging multiple blows after blows, both fighters threw punches and kicks before landing on the ground for a brief moment. Then, the Saibaman raced towards the large boulder however; Yamcha wasn't going to let the alien escape his sight. The wild haired pursued the green alien.
Little did Yamcha realised, the Saibaman lured him. It was the perfect time to use its ultimate move. Doing a sharp u-turn, the alien jumps towards Yamcha with its arms spread out.
Seeing this, Yamcha wasn't going to let the alien chew his flesh clean off. Being quick to react, he flew up and evaded the alien's attack.
The Saibaman screeched. Turning his head, it was too late for it to comprehend the impact that was going to slam into its tiny body.
Yamcha cupped both of his hands before placing both arms to his right side. Focusing his outflow of ki, a blue ball of energy began to glow from his palms. It began to grow as Yamcha stored more and more energy into his devastating attack.
What's this? Okome thought as she tried to sense the overwhelming power from the energy being generated from the bandit's hands. She had never seen something so calm yet powerful... unless it was the sea of course.
Releasing what energy he collected, Yamcha aimed at the alien. The blue energy beam shot into the Saibaman and towards the jagged rocks below. The creature gave out an ear piercing screech. It's body forced through the hard ground below, causing rubble to fly from the area of impact.
"Again!" Nappa exclaimed as his teeth gritted in irritation.
Hearing these words, the Saibaman wasn't going to make the same mistake like his fallen comrade; and he wasn't going to be killed by his master's hands either. It gritted it's fangs as it watched the bandit descend from the skies above. Landing on his feet, Yamcha smirked at the alien.
"They weren't so hard after all." Yamcha said, rubbing his thumb under his nose as he looks at Vegeta. There was nothing to worry about, Yamcha proved that the Saibamen were no big trouble however, much to his cheerfulness, he was wrong.
"Yamcha!" Okome screamed, whilst pointing behind Yamcha. Words couldn't be formed from the girl's mouth. Unavoidable fury laid behind the bandit.
The Saibaman latched onto him, immobilising his movements for escape. He let his guard down, he underestimated the cunning behaviour of the Saibamen. It wasn't their strength that made the Saibamen deadly; it was their cunning behaviour.
No! Yamcha thought, struggling to free himself from the crushing grip of the Saibaman. The energy burned his skin, getting hotter and hotter as the crimson eyes of the Saibaman taunted his own. I promised Bulma that I'll come back alive... Damn it! I'm sorry Bulma! I'm so sorry Puar! I was so foolish thinking that I've won that fight! Please, Krillin, don't make the same mistake I did!
"You were saying?" Vegeta grinned as a light enveloped both Yamcha and the alien.
Yamcha closed his eyes in defeat. He knew he made a big fool of himself. Now this shame will plague his entire existence. He could no longer look into the monster's eyes. It was all over.
Most of the fighters stared in horror as Yamcha vanished in the bright flash of light, erasing the colour of the lands for a few moments.
After blowing up the remaining area, his bruised body laid on the ground. Motionless.
A mixture of emotions welled up inside of Okome, but she refused to show it. It would satisfy those monster's blood lust.
Krillin looked at the body of his friend, only to notice that Yamcha did not survive the blast. Anger surged through his mind, coursing through veins. He saw his friend die.
Yamcha... Krillin thought, his fiery gaze met Yamcha's motionless body. You must have known that this was going to happen, but...now how am I going to break the news to Bulma and Puar? He fell to his knees, slamming the ground with his bare knuckles. Bulma... Bulma's going to-
"Clean that trash up..." Vegeta said, standing tall and proudly besides Nappa.
Thump...
The monk's heart sank as he listened to those venomous words. One of his best friend just died in front of his very eyes and the Saiyan before him smiled, like that of a blood thirsty demon. It disgusted the monk. His blood boiled, he couldn't hold his anger in anymore.
"Damn you!" Krillin yelled at the Saiyans as he leapt up to his feet. "Get back all of you!" He swung his right arm towards his allies. He wasn't going to let another one of his allies die in front of him.
With that said, all the fighters felt Krillin's energy skyrocket as the monk powered up for his next attack. This next attack could seal the rest of the battle.
An enormous, ball of white energy erupted from Krillin's hands. Just before the energy beam collided with the Saiyans, the beam shot towards the blue skies above them. Then, the beam shot downwards, like rain- no, like daggers from the heavens. It showered the land below, stabbing the fleeing Saibamen but. In spite of this, the Saiyans chose to stay where they were, taking on the full wrath of the energy beam. Then, the surrounding the area went up in smoke, obscuring everyone's view.
Panting, Krillin fell to his knees. Hopefully that taught the Saiyans who they're dealing with.
"I think I missed one..." Krillin panted as the smoke cleared. That energy used up most of his energy. Hopefully that ended the battle.
"He did it!" Chiaotzu shouted as he smiled besides Tien, who both hovered in the chilly airs above. Even though both Chiaotzu and Krillin had their banters, Chiaotzu had to applaud the monk's courage and strength to pull off a move like that.
"Amazing!" Gohan said, throwing a fist into the air. However, little did the boy know, he did not heed Krillin's words.
"Gohan!" Okome screamed as a Saibaman pounced towards him. "Dodge!"
Trying to push Gohan out of the way from the bloodthirsty alien, Okome threw her shoulder at the boy. As her shoulder connected to the boy, a green hand latched onto the Saibaman's arms.
Staring into its crimson eyes, Piccolo was done with the Saibamen's cunning behaviour. His black eyes burned into its eyes before tossing the creature away. A searing beam of energy erupted from the Namekian's mouth, vaporising the green creature.
Crouching over Gohan, Okome kneeled over him. Her eyes frantically searched for the crimson eyed creature that could have ended the boy's life.
What just happened? Okome thought, trying to analyse the rapid events that just took place.
Krillin gulped whist Tien and Chiaotzu stared in awe as the Saibaman was no more.
"That's Piccolo for you," Tien said, floating in the air above. "I'm glad he's on our side." He grinned. Piccolo was helping them rather than plotting revenge against Goku and rule the world. It was relieving. Something must have changed the green warrior, Tien was sure of it.
"Thanks Mr Piccolo!" Gohan said, nudging Okome to his side. He rose up to his feet smiling up at his mentor.
"You can keep your thanks," Piccolo said, turning his back at Gohan. "I wasn't trying to save either of you." His black eyes trailed towards the Okome. "Jumping out like that could of cost you!" Piccolo scowled at the small girl. "Learn to sense their energy before doing something rash like that!"
"Sorry." Okome said, bowing her head in shame. At least she was sincere in her words. Piccolo grinned, turning his head towards the clearing smoke.
"But...at least I get a bit of a warm up before the real fight begins." Piccolo said as he circled his shoulders.
A bone chilling laugh came from the fading smoke, the fighters snapped their heads towards the fading smoke.
"I hope this will be a great battle." Vegeta laughed as he walks besides Nappa. "You did want playtime to end, didn't you?" Vegeta beckoned his index finger at the fighters in front of him. This was his most favourite bit in any fight; giving the poor fools some hope before breaking their hopes entirely.
"Now the real fight begins," Nappa sneered at the fighters. "Vegeta, let me kill all six of them." His fists itched more than anything. They itched for blood and pain.
"Do as you will..." Vegeta said as the giant walks towards the shaken fighters. His massive feet cruched the dry grass beneath his feet, like as if he stomped on the fragile bones of his prey.
At once, the giant took his stance. His arms were bent towards his chest, yelling towards the earth below as his feet dug into the dry earth. Then, he jutted up tall, roaring towards the heavens. The ground shook; rocks levitated and the gounds cracked.
The fighters' blood ran cold at the feel of the giant's tremendous power level.
This is so unreal! Okome thought, leaping next to Gohan. Never has she experienced such evil and powerful energy. Maybe not enough to shake the Earth's core that is.
"My powers don't work!" Chiaotzu yelled towards Tien as he stretched his pale hands towards the giant. Immobilisation was futile.
"No! It can't be!" Krillin yelled as he held his arms up to block the flying debris that flew into his hardened arms.
"I never thought he had this much power!" Piccolo said, his brows furrowed as he stood his ground. Okome and Gohan stood side by side each other, struggling to stay on the ground rather than getting blown off their feet as multiple debris flew towards the sky.
"I won't take any prisoners!" Nappa thundered as electricity crackled around his muscular body. It was near enough impossible to penetrate his skin without the electricity burning you first. He grinned as he watched the fighters eyes fall on him.
"He's attacking!" Piccolo barked at the fighters.
Nappa raced towards the fighters, leaving behind a trail of destruction as his massive fist aimed towards the fleeing group.
However, one fighter decided to stay behind. Okome.
The girl had enough of the behemoths torture. The memory of Yamcha, being dead. She was shaken. To call someone trash was disrespectful, it disgusted the girl. Now she was going to demonstrate a portion of her strength to that monster.
Okome took a stance similar to her mentor, however her right hand was placed near her right leg. It was time to show her specialist technique. Her water technique.
Okome shot water in front from her pouch, where it was tied to her waist with a red sash. The water began to freeze as it left Okome's fingertips, creating a ice barrier in front of her and the fighters.
"That's cute..." Vegeta jeered at the small girl's pathetic power. He couldn't see how some fancy water tricks was going to protect her and the fighters from Nappa's destructive punch. "It won't save you from-" Then the idea struck him.
The Prince shot a glance towards the clear skies. He knew what she was doing. The light from the sunlight hit the barrier. It was too late to stop the attack.
"Damn you!" Nappa yelled as he flew past Tien, who was his intended target. The giant couldn't believe that the girl actually did something. He thought that since the girl was physically weaker, she wouldn't dare to attack him. Unfortunately, he couldn't have been more wrong.
Turning on her heels, the girl chased Nappa, skating on the water and catching up with Nappa. In spite of mastering the ability to fly, Okome choose to stick to her water abilities. If she knew it, she better use it.
"Take this!" Okome yelled, gathering a ball of chilly energy racing through her veins. Then the energy exploded into a million pieces; finally drawing a line with her finger to the giant. The water froze into ice. Sharp, chilly, diamond daggers. Okome tossed her hand downwards, like launching a ball, towards the stunned giant. The barrage of icicles darted towards Nappa.
No! That's so foolish! Piccolo thought, gritting his teeth as the girl pursue the giant, her emotions is going to get the best of her! Piccolo knew that this could have happened. During her months of training, he realised that Okome's power was derived from rage, usually if someone disrespected something so dearly to her. He knew that she would do anything to stop the enemy from harming what she loved and nothing could stop her during that time. However, the green warrior knew that her time was running out.
Is she crazy? Krillin thought, lowering his arms from his face. He couldn't believe the sudden rush of power that the child received but, he didn't want another ally to die. Okome was a kid after all.
Gohan knew that this was a risky move that Okome pulled, but he couldn't intervene with her fight. Nothing could stop her once she had reached her breaking point. Unfortunately, Okome was going to hit a dead end soon enough.
"Nappa!" Vegeta yelled at the blinded giant.
"Got it!" Nappa responded, planting his foot immediatly into the dirt.
A plume of dust erupted from the ground as the icicle barrage pelted against the Saiyan's tough skin.
Now that he was no longer visible, Okome dropped her hands to her knees. Panting, it felt like an eternity waiting for any signs of life to emerge from the shadows.
Thump... thump.
A menacing laugh erupted from the dust.
That laugh... Okome's heart rattled against her chest. Something struck the girl's heart. Sweat formed on the child's brow as her eyes widened in shock. This felt familiar. Familiar when she saw her long, lost sister, who went missing for three and a half years. Her eyes trembled as she remembered her sister's bone chilling chuckle before annihilated the civilians in front of her eyes with a malicious, dark fire. She panted, covering her mouth from sickness, before collapsing to her knees. It was fear.
This was going to be easy kill for Nappa. He wore a grin, wider than all the previous battles he had encountered. This child... it was so unfortunate that she was an Earthling.
"It seems like you're the first one to die then!" Nappa thundered as he sent a shockwave throughout the wasteland, causing the land to burst from below.
The sudden shockwave knocked Okome off her feet. Her small body hurled several feet into the air, before ramming into the rugged rocks. Knocking the air out of her, only a silent cry of agony left her lips as saliva escaped her throat.
Gohan raised his fist close to his chest, gritting his teeth in all helplessness. Piccolo placed his green hand on the small boy. Piccolo knew that Okome made a rash decision, but now it was her time to suffer the consequences. He shook his head at the young boy's burning eyes. He couldn't let Gohan also foolishly dive into battle without thinking of a plan.
Kch... kch…
Tien stood alone. The silent monk twisted his head towards his group, keeping a stern gaze at the group before furrowing his brows at the giant. He wasn't going to lose another comrade.
Author notes: I like Dragonball Super. Now moving on before a flame war starts... -_-'
This chapter was kinda long so I thought adding in Broly/Paragus/Saishi's bit would have been an overload... so I will start with their part in the next chapter.
Who cares about Powerlevels! Even the mighty Vegeta said that Powerlevels are bs. So those won't be mentioned so often in this fanfiction. Just enjoy the Story without the maths... seriously, seeing all of these guys trying to calculate how strong someone is wrecks my brain. It's Dbz! The laws of physics and maths doesn't apply unless you're counting down for Namek's destruction or the Cell games, fusion or the amount of Saiyans to do the God ritual... unless you guys really enjoy it just as much as people who like to theorise potholes (that being me).
Anywho, the song I listened to was 'Breath' by Breaking Benjamin. Whoo boy... still got a long way to go. So I'll just leave a question for all you guys who read the fanfic so far;
Is the characterisation of the characters closely resemble the anime/Manga? And what are your views on the characterisation of the movie characters so far? (Paragus and Broly in this case)
Guess that's all I have to say, see ya all next time!
-ClumsyPigeon signing out