Saiyan Saga Part Seven
Chapter Twelve: Flight Plans
Vegeta was covered in the white light as it exploded outward. The planet's own energy was attacking him destroying his armor and diminishing his pride. How could he forget about the triclops after he had given him so much trouble early on?
'Blasted fool I should have killed him while I had the chance,' he grit internally as his aura burst out around him.
The purple was a contrast to the white light of the Spirit Bomb. It shone through even though the being inside was being attacked and brutalized by the planetary ki. Vegeta's distinct aura still flowed as the energy reached its true pinnacle. As its true power was determined by the ki that was purified by the user.
The sphere that engulfed the prince expanded. A dome formed as the energy grew more volatile. Vegeta's aura was shrinking or so it would seem as the sphere began its final detonation. Sparks of light shot off into the air as the sparkling ki burst. A huge white explosion occurred covering the whole island and most of the chain in a blinding light of pure energy.
"Its too bright," Yamcha exclaimed as he was forced back by the explosive force.
"Help!" Chiatzu was sent flying by the massive gales flying from the epicenter.
"Stay strong guys its almost finished!" Tien barked over the sound of the ki.
"Some..attack..you have there," Raditz grunted holding his shattered ribs.
"Yeah..its pretty strong Tien," Goku laughed sitting up wincing in pain.
"I know but is it enough?" he wondered doubting his own abilities.
The light faded away a huge cloud of smoke replacing it. The defenders of Earth were worn from the battle and knew that their ki was nearly gone but if Vegeta managed to survive they were going to fight until all of their energy was gone.
"Did you think that was enough?!" a growl came from the cloud. A huge flame-like aura rose from the ashy cloud."You were mistaking. That attack would have finished me off if I hadn't defended myself," Vegeta explained in a pant.
He was surrounded on every side the energy beginning to tear away his armor and under suit. The explosions continued throughout the surrounding area leaving him starry eyed and dazed.
'I can die like this I am the prince of all Saiyans!' he roared to himself his flaming locks being blown about.
Pulling his aura near him he focused for a millisecond to gather his ki into a sphere around him. In an outburst it spun around him preventing further harm. Loud gasp beckoned from his mouth as the aura kept pushing outward losing its spherical form. The blast grew to its most volatile exploding out and ad dying the damage to his body being stalled.
"Darn it!" Tien took forward blasting off in a trail of red light. Using the Kaioken during his prior battle did a number on his muscles as he found out as he reactivated it. The veins running up and down his arms were twitching as he connected with a firm punch to the prince's jaw. The blue wearing royal was sent flying crashing to the sandy beach wounded.
'The triclops is still stronger than I predicted,' he grit internally. Slowly the royal warrior made it to his feet the bones in his body aching.
Tien dashed forward once more. He stopped inches in front of the Saiyan turning then delivering a spin kick sending the resilient prince flying back to the sandy ground. A sputter of blood fell from Saiyan's mouth hitting the soil in a small puddle.
Feigning toughness the mercenary reached his feet again but this time in a stumble. He bared his teeth as he snarled arrogantly he wasn't going to let his pride get stomped on by the Earth's rodents. Vegeta flared his aura once more his widow's peaking hair being blown around.
"Give up!" Goku yelled over. Everyone gasped at the hero's words.
"What did you say to me clown!" Vegeta barked furrowing his brows.
"You heard me. Leave now forget your pride." Goku stated rationally."Staying here.."he stopped in a wince of pain. "Won't end well for you so leave this will probably be your last chance." the Saiyan raised on Earth finished.
"Are you insane Kakarot he'll kill us if he gets the chance!" Raditz tried to bargain.
"That would make us no better than him." the orange donning fighter rationalized."Leave please for your own safety," the Earth's defender didn't want anymore bloodshed.
Forget it! I will never listen to a low-class especially not you Kakarot," he dashed forward in a purple flaming aura. He was sent tumbling once more Tien's fist striking his jaw. He spat blood before drawing ki into his hands."I will not be embarrassed by you weaklings! I'll reduce this planet to dust!"
"I-I won't let you destroy my home!" Tien phased into the air. Vegeta fell forward a pressure point being struck in his neck. His legs wobbled as he fell into the dirt. Any ki the Saiyan was storing faded off as he was rolled onto his back. The triclops stood over him a finger filled with ki pointing between his eyes."Leave," he growled stopping his beam's charge.
"You'll regret this," the Saiyan managed to grunt as he reached for a small device. Pressing a sequence of buttons on the tiny remote he smiled. Tien moved from atop him and stood on the side his fiery aura stopping. The sphere which he arrived in crashed on his left side. Bleeding the prince crawled over to it mumbling word along the lines of, 'I will end your lives and enjoy it.' The round Attack Ball took to the skies leaving as swiftly as it came.
Those healthy enough to fly took the wounded to West City's primary hospital. Out of the group the most injured were: Goku and Raditz, after being thrashed by an Oozaru. After only a few hours of actually being in the Wukong Hospital the Z-Fighters received word that Korin was sending the rest of the Senzu Beans they could to them via Yajarobe.
"Hey guys," the Ronin greeted a smile on his face.
"Hey Yajarobe just a question, where were YOU when we were fighting the Saiyans?" Yamcha snarled before favoring his right arm.
"I had a bad burrito last night ya know how that goes," the fat Samurai laughed wiping the sweat from the back of his neck.
"Just pass out the Senzus," Tien stated hiding his own pain.
"Here's a Senzu for Yamcha, Tien, and Gohan," he dumped the bags contents into his palms."Sorry Goku we only had three left," Yajarobe counted them out once more before passing them to the humans and Gohan.
"We can't bring back the dead, after all Piccolo died," Tien frowned trying to wrap his head around the whole scenario."Which means Kami did as well," he sighed his third eye closing.
"Didn't the Saiyans say he was a Namekian?" Yamcha asked his eye wide.
"Yes, so?" the triclops added tilting his head.
"That means there may be Dragon Balls on Piccolo's home world!" the dessert bandit smiled."Cause I don't too many people that can create Dragon Balls here," the human suddenly lost his cheery disposition."How are we going to get there?" he wondered.
"Um, I'm not so sure Capsule Corps. recovered the other Saiyan's ship," Bulma smiled upon entering the room of her friends."In fact!" she produced a remote that controlled the ship."We'll use this one!" she hit the red button accidentally activating the ship's self-destruct feature. It burst into destroying the holding facility and more importantly the ship.
"For a genius sometimes you're pretty stupid!" the long-haired Saiyan yelled loudly even though it pained his broken ribs.
"Shut up you insensitive bastard!" she screamed back.
"Pardon my interruption but I may be of assistance," The black genie Popo cooed from the window.
"Really how?" Bulma placed her hands on her hips.
"Kami, before he became the guardian of Earth, lived in the Yunzabit Heights," Popo started in a calm voice."He said it was in a house but it must have been in the spaceship he arrive in," the ebony skinned being continued."It is over three hundred years old but it might be able to help you travel to Planet Namek." he ended.
"Three hundred years old?" Bulma gave a skeptical look.
"Yes, with your mechanical prowess you may be able to get it back in working condition. Follow me get onto the carpet," he humble bowed.
"Bulma, I'll go with you," Yamcha beckoned walking beside her toward the window.
"Okay," the blue-haired genius smiled. She boarded on the carpet followed by her on-again-off-again beau.
"Let's go," Yamcha demanded the carpet vanishing.
Yunzabit Heights...
The actual highlands of the Yunzabit region were plagued by continuous rain and snow. Gale force winds ranging upwards of two hundred mile per hour blew year round. Creatures curried in the dark caves dotting the sides of the canyons. Tales of feral humans came from the region, some stating them to be cannibals.
The carpet popped into the air. Bulma clung to her boyfriend's blue obi afraid of the elements around her. Loud booms of thunder rolled overhead as the carpet descended to an outcropping. Yamcha stepped off of the magic carpet first followed by his blue-haired girlfriend. Mr. Popo stepped off last the carpet rolling into a cylinder.
"Follow me the ship isn't that far from here," the black genie took the lead. He marched through the mossy environment without slipping.
"Whatever you say," Yamcha took a step forward nearly slipping on the wet fungi."Babe be careful," he advised before falling on the moss.
"Are you alright?" she stepped forward cautiously.
"Fine, I just didn't think I'd fall," the former bandit smiled reaching his feet via kipping up.
"Good," the heiress smiled walking slowly beside her caring boyfriend.
They walked what seemed to be a mile in a pounding hail storm before they even came to a covering spot. Yamcha went as far as removing his dogi shirt to give Bulma some protection from the falling ice. He didn't mind because of his weighted undershirt that survived the battle from only hours earlier. After waling another half a mile the triad came upon a large wall of ice that covered the entrance to a cave.
"That is some thick ice maybe you were right about it being three hundred years since anyone came across the ship," Bulma tapped the wall its cold surface clouding up upon touching her warm hand.
"The ship is just beyond this tunnel," Mr. Popo ensured looking at the wall with his tiny eyes.
"I know where this is going yes I'll break the ice," Yamcha laughed winding up.
'Crack!' it tumbled down as the punch smashed into it. Chunks of ice fell to the earth before the human. Taking time to pose Yamcha placed his foot on the ice and held up his red knuckled hand. Thuds of pain ran up his arm the ice was very thick and he didn't use ki to reinforce his blow so to say the least it wasn't comfortable.
The heiress stepped into the cave first barely able to make out the light on the other side. He soft soled tennis shoes squeaked as she took her steps toward the exit. Bulma made it out a minute or two later after sliding to the exit.
Yamcha flew through it, literally taking to the air to go through. He received back his top now torn and worn more so from his battle with Vegeta. His long shaggy hair was blown about as he looked back at the genie who walked through the cave with ease.
In the center of the area was an obscure shape covered with thick blue-green moss. A piece of alabaster white paint was visible but that was with straining one's eyes. This was the ship the fused Kami and Piccolo arrived in over three hundred years ago. To say the least it was a fixer-upper.
"Is that?" Bulma pointed out before being interrupted.
"Yes, it is the ship Kami arrived in," Mr. Popo walked toward it slowly as usual.
"So how do we get inside?" Yamcha asked ready to see the ship they'd use to get to the Namekian home world.
"Piccolo," the magical being muttered.
"Piccolo's dead," the human remarked slyly. He failed to notice that a hatch opened on the bottom of the ship.
"But the term 'Piccolo' in Kami's native tongue opens the hatch of the ship," the pudgy genie stated.
"I see so you're coming with us to pilot the ship?" Bulma quizzed rushing onto the hatch before ti lifted back up.
"Not at all miss," Mr. Popo smiled."I was planning on teaching you Kami's native tongue."
"What a langue they take years to learn?" Bulma assured using her knowledge of the human brain's learning capabilities.
"Usually however I learned a rather perplexing ability from Kami in his many years as Guardian," he led her to the main piloting quarters."It will only take a second to transfer the knowledge to you,"
"Huh?" she started to fear unable to hear her boyfriend from down the hallway.
The genie placed his massive hand on the top of her head. He turquoise eyes widened as her rain was suddenly filled with the knowledge of the Namekian language. Proper Namekian vernacular and even slang words flowed into her memories as if she'd spent years studying it. Once his hand was gone the language stopped flowing into her mind and instead came out of her mouth.
"Wh-what did you do to me?" she asked shivering as the words came out first in the Namekian tongue.
"I taught you the Namekian language. Now try and control the ship," the attendant implied.
"Okay, uh Piccolo?" she said and the ship zoomed into orbit and beyond trailing off to Jupiter."What did I just do?" the genius asked scared.
"You piloted the ship now return us to Earth," the red lipped being spoke.
"Piccolo Earth," Bulma was more assertive. As she demanded the moss covered ship descended back to Yunzabit Heights and landed where it was. The hatch opened as a stunned Yamcha exited followed by the genie and of course Bulma.
"I'll return you to the hospital and from there you can decide what your plans are," the genie threw out his carpet once more.
Bulma walked over and threw a capsule at the ship. The small tube exploded sucking in the ship and closing up in a bom sound. She grabbed the tiny pill-like object and headed toward the magical carpet still apprehensive about the whole scenario.
Moments later they popped back outside the window of the Wukong Hospital. After Yamcha and Bulma left the carpet the genie vanished back to the lookout.
"I think you need to decide who'll be going to Namek," Raditz sighed hating his bed-locked position."You weaklings will need some defense I guarantee Vegeta will be heading there," the long-haired Saiyan assured.
"Yeah, once we get better Raditz and I will head out there," Goku nodded to the group a smile on his face."Bulma can you get another ship for us to use maybe with a gravity machine?" he changed the subject willing to train on his way.
"Sure I'll need back your gravity machine but it shouldn't be too hard to convert it," the turquoise haired heiress assured.
"I'll go," Tien said from his leaning position."I'm the strongest out of the healthy group so I think it is right for me to go as a first line protection," the former assassin explained.
"Makes sense to me. Since Bulma's going I'll go just to protect her," Yamcha remarked."A change of clothes would be nice though," he chuckled squeezing some water from his dogi top.
"Gohan," Goku called over to his half-Saiyan son.
"Yes," the tailed boy looked up.
"You should go too. It'll be fun to get out of your bedroom to explore," the father grinned to his son.
"Absolutely not!" Ch-Chi barged in."You are going to stay here and make up on the work you missed by leaving this morning!" she yelled trying to protect her son.
"Come on Chi-Chi when you were little you got out into the air once in a while so let him do the same," Bulma tried to calm her down.
"I guess," she quieted down thinking the whole thing over."Gohan you can go but when you get back you have to study," Chi-Chi state pointing at the boy.
"Okay, will do," the shaggy haired child laughed raising a thumbs up.
"Gohan you need a haircut," Chi-Chi stated. It was true the boy's hair nearly reach his rear end and was shaggy beyond belief.
"No," Raditz spoke up even though it pained him."A true Saiyan doesn't cut his hair. Our race keep the hair they are born with not stylizing it in any way," those words made Chi-Chi angry. Hr eyes widened as she bared her teeth ready to tear into the low-class Saiyan.
"Well listen here mister!" her tirade started."My son isn't a Saiyan warrior, he's a five year old child! And who are you to tell me how to parent my children!" she continued now pointing her finger in the Saiyan's face."If I want to give him a haircut I'll give him haircut!"
"Give him a haircut then," Raditz sneered. He knew however he couldn't do anything if he wanted to he was too hurt at this point in time."Just don't make it a bowl cut like that stupid singer they show on the television what's his name Jack Beaver?" he added.
Gohan was frightened by both his uncle and mother at this point. Chi-Chi kicked up a dust cloud as a pair of scissors came from her pocket. Loud clinks and clanks from the blade of the shears were heard as hair fell to the ground. Gohan was struggling about trying not to end up with a dreaded bowl haircut. After a few seconds it was done.
The boy's black hair was spiking off in different directions. A one spike curved then pointed forward. The back of his head was spiking off as well but only about halfway down the other half was flat no follicles pointing outward. To all in the room he looked rather good.
"I have diagnostics to run so in a week come to the Capsule Corps main building and we'll be ready to go," the heiress said leaving the room.
"All right," the triad of those going responded still shell-shocked from Goku's enraged outburst.
Capsule Corps, One Week Later...
Bulma's cheek had a grease smudge on it as she pressed a few keys on the computer. Her brown work gloves were a little worn and dirty, green specks of moss dotting the fingers. He light blue hair was tied in a ponytail to keep it from interfering with her work. The screen flashed green the ship was good to go.
"Whew, good to go," she smiled closing the laptop.
"All right," Yamcha pumped his fist in the air. He had to watch for hours on end and not say a thing so it was goo to talk.
"Let me get changed and I'll come wait for Gohan with you Yamcha," she kissed his cheek walking up from the lab and toward her bedroom.
"Hey Mister Yamcha," Gohan cheered walking down the hallway.
"Hey kiddo, Tien will be here soon and Bulma is getting ready we're leaving soon," the former bandit rubbed his head.
A half-hour passed before Tien arrived. He was wearing a white tank top T-shirt his traditional green pants and black boots. The triclops look ready to go but he still had to wait for the still packing Bulma to come before they left.
Almost an hour later the Briefs family heiress strutted down the stairs. She was dressed rather modest considering her extravagant wardrobe, a simple yellow tunic over a black jumpsuit. The only frivolous part of her outfit was the diamond encrust headband.
"Ready?" she asked, hands on her hips.
Gohan took off his tiny school back to check over something, his second orange martial arts uniform. He gave a thumbs up before clipping it closed. The group also failed to notice that he was still carrying his father's Power Pole urged to do so by Son Goku.
Tien rolled his shoulders before nodding with approval.
"Then let's go people," Yamcha marched up to the ship the hath lowering automatically.
"Gosh don't be in such a rush, it'll take days before we even get halfway there enjoy this time on solid ground," Bulma ensured estimating around a month's worth of space travel before they arrive on Namek.
"Before we get going," Tien stopped Yamcha."Do we even have the Dragon Radar? Without it we won't be able to find the Dragon Balls," his third eye opened.
"Yep I pack it right here," Bulma reach into the left pocket on the front of her tunic. She pulled out the chrome-coated detector known as the Dragon Radar."I brought the second one too but that's in a capsule," the genius ensured tapping the bag at her side.
"Now then let's go!" the scarred bandit cheered once more hopping into the ship.
Within minutes the voyagers were on the craft. Tien went to sit in a corner trying to train his mind along the journey due to his body's over all training in the Other World. Yamcha was leaning against the wall trying not to disturb Bulma's thought process as she checked over the ship one last time. Little Gohan pulled a small Sudoku book from his pack training his mind in a far different way when compared to Tien.
Bulma's fingers rolled across the console of the ship as the hatch below finally closed. A small yellow button was positioned to the far left. The blue-haired heiress tapped it activating the auto-pilot function of the ship.
"Time for liftoff," the ship started to quake as the top of the Capsule Corps silo opened. In a loud boom the ship took off heading through the air at unimaginable speed.
The ship has been launched will the Earthlings be able to revive those who had died in the battle with the Saiyans? Will trouble arise for them? What of Vegeta and his escape from Earth? Are the guesses of Goku and Raditz correct? Will Vegeta go to Namek? And who is this mysterious Frieza Raditz used to work for?(reference chapters 3-4)
Find out next time...
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~Herodan3
