He stayed silent, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Whoever it was had stayed silent as if thinking at he could sneak up on him. Like anyone could ever sneak up on him. His senses were too great.
He heard a pile of scrap fall to his right, but continued to stare at his left. The smell came from that direction, the noise was a ruses. This person wanted him to turn his back to him.
He couldn't help the smirk that began to form on his face. This was the work of an assassin. It didn't matter what planet you were on. The job of murder for hire was so easy to pinpoint. Every assassin had to learn to hide into the shadows and while this one had done that, he had not prepared himself fully. He had never came face to face with someone that could smell him out.
Again to his right metal began to clang loudly, as if it was trying to mask something. The smell came closer. Impressive. This person was trying to make it so he couldn't hear his approach. It wouldn't matter, he could still smell him.
So taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and gave into his sense of smell, blocking out all of his other senses. The smell came closer. Its movement frantic as it weaved from side to side. He was trying to make his position as vague as possible, but it didn't matter. The man's smell was growing, not only out of movement, but also out of nervousness. This wasn't his first time, but he wasn't fully accomplished either.
The smell was almost on top of him now, but he dare not move. This was more fun, making his prey come to him.
The man divvied forward, only to for him to jump up and elbow him in the face. He heard as the man fell to his knees and opened his eyes. To his surprise, he didn't look like the other humans did. Not only did he not have hair, but an extra eye was in the center of his forehead. Looking over the man as he spit up some blood, he could see a small red insignia on his chest, coupled with two R's. This man worked for Red Ribbon.
He let out a chuckle. "So, you thought I would be an easy target, did you not?"
To his surprise the man made it to his feet, looking quite angry. "You may have got the first hit, but that is all that you're getting." The man said it in a much calmer tone than he thought possible, especially with how angry he looked at failing to end him.
"You really think you stand a chance against me?" Placing his hand up, he began to form a small ball of energy. "A lowly Human against a Saiyan like myself, don't make me laugh." He released the ball, throwing it at the assassin.
The man barely dodged it. Rolling over and getting to his feet, the man put his hands in a strange formation. It didn't take long for the Prince to realize what the other was doing. "See if you can handle this, Tri-beam!" The blast came right at him, but he didn't move, waiting for just the right moment.
He placed his arm in front of his chest, knocking the blast away from him. The assassin stood there speechless. He started to laugh. "Is that all that you got?" He mocked the man. "Or do you have something else up your sleeve?"
The man didn't say anything, but he was beginning to smell the fear that was coming off of him. The man knew that this was the end of him.
The rubble behind him moved again, much to his annoyance. "You know that trick is not going to help you. It didn't work then, it won't work now." With that he walked up the man, putting his hand on his face. "Any last words?"
The scrap metal exploded behind him, making him remove his hand and dodge the flying debris. He cursed the three-eyed human and his tricks, but he could see that the man looked worried and desperate for some reason.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a child. Was it a child? No, it was just a very small human, but it looked even stranger than the man did. Its face was white and it had clearly marked red cheeks. He watched as it flew at him and he knew it was the source of the noise. He smirked to himself. It would pay for hurting his ears.
"Chiaotzu! Get away from here!" The man screamed up at them. It must have been his friend or something. If that was the case then this kill would be much sweeter.
"But Tien, we can't let him get away!" The small thing said, continuing to fly toward him. The thing was starting to gather energy in its palms. Two could play at that game.
Looking over the boy, he figure the amount of energy he would need. He put his hand behind his back. It would be more fun to let the boy think he had a shot. While behind his back, he began to gather energy. The man below would get a show.
Speaking of the man below, he had also taken to the sky. He must have thought that he could save his small friend if he moved fast enough, too bad his movements would be in vain.
The boy was only a foot away, when he pulled his arm back and placed it in front of him at his top speed and he released it.
Oh how glorious that sound was, the sound of death was always welcoming. He felt his expression become wilder as looked at where the boy was in front of him. He had used enough power that he had completely vaporized him.
"YOU BASTARD!" The man yelled, before landing a punch across his face.
He felt the light sting, but nothing more. He touched his face and was surprised to find his lip bleeding, he must have bit it when he got hit. He let out a growl and the man froze up again. Terrified at the enraged Saiyan Prince in front of him.
"Is that all!" He said calmly before, giving the human a punch of his own, right through the stomach. Blood spattered all over his armor, much to his delight. "You are really a pathetic race." With that he heard the man's last breath.
He pulled his arm free and watched as the man fell to the ground. He would have went straight down, but he was checking the air for smells, but it seemed he was in the clear.
He flew down and went back to the control pad, punching in Bulma's code. The latch opened and he jumped down, to find the worried humans down below and an annoyed Kakarot.
He already knew why the boy was annoyed. "Kakarot, there were only two and you got entire battalion earlier." He said crossing his arms.
The boy's face brightened a bit. "Were they strong?"
He let out a huff. "Hardly." He was having trouble seeing, some of the blood was cascading down is face and near his eyes.
He turned to the humans as a damp cloth smacked him in the face. He wiped the blood off and stared at the offender who dare throw something at him. Bulma didn't even flinch. She was still angry about what had happened before.
He looked back at Kakarot, he would ignore her. It would be the best way for him to stay away.
"You could have at least said thank you!" Bulma yelled after him.
He couldn't stop the smirk if he tried. "If anyone should be saying thank you, it would be you. I just stopped an assassin just outside your bunker." He yelled back.
"Yeah, an assassin that you lead back to us!" The girl was trying his nerves.
He stomped over, his armor still covered in blood. "And I took care of it didn't I!" He said in her face.
She didn't move, though. Just like before, she was standing up to him. "You wouldn't have had to if he didn't follow you! And now you're dripping blood everywhere!"
He smirked. "It comes with being a warrior! You wanted me to get rid of Red Ribbon and I just got rid of two, you should be happy!"
"Not when it's in my backyard!" She screamed back in his face.
He backed away, she was starting to smell good again. "I'm fulfilling my part of the bargain, I expect you to finish yours!"
She let out an irritated shriek, before stocking off. He couldn't help but let is eyes wonder as she left, then he cursed himself for ogling her. She was a weak human, there was no way he would take her as a mate. Even if she did have the personality he was looking for.
Kakarot gave him a funny look, but he was interrupted. Apparently the other girl had made food.
He was slightly nervous, would they go along with his idea? It was truly brilliant, but would they be able to understand it.
Raditz seemed on board with it, but that didn't mean that everyone would be fine with it.
He watched as people began to pile in and he waited. He wanted them to all be here for this.
Raditz was a great comfort, at his side if he needed anything.
When the room was full and silence came over the room, he cleared his throat. "Good evening, now I know that we haven't come to blows yet, but I think I have just came up with an idea that will put us at a great advantage." He could see all of them looking up at him in anticipation.
He turned his back. "Who can tell me where the elites get their food supply?" He cocked his head back around to find the room completely stumped.
He heard a cough next to him. "They get it imported off planet, unlike the rest of the Saiyan population." Raditz said.
"Wait…they don't even use the food we grow in the fields!" And elderly Saiyan said from the front, enraged that his work seemed to be nothing in the eyes of his king.
Tarble looked down at the man. "No, they don't even touch it. But for us this is a good thing. It means that it leaves them vulnerable." He then pulled a chip out of his pocket. "If we can get this ship into their computer network, it will disable them from speaking with the outside world. Which mean no food shipments."
A couple of children he recognized from the lab stepped forward. "We would be starving them out."
Shock seemed radiate throughout the room. It was Bardock that spoke up first. "How would we even get to the computer?"
"We'll need a diversion. One group of will head north of the city and start an attack on the power structures, this will cut off water to the city as well. While this is going on, a small group will break into the hanger bay and upload the virus."
"Why the hanger bay?" The woman from before asked.
"Because it's the only computer attached to the rest of the network." He was surprised as Parle came through the crowd. He nodded at her.
"Once both of those resources are down, the elites will start turning on each other or they will parish."
"But what about our supplies? What if they try something against us?" Another Saiyan asked.
Only for Raditz to answer. "We not only have those that know how to grow food, but we can also hunt. Water is also not a problem as this bunker is connected to an underground aquafer."
"Right and when they are at their lowest low." He crashed his hand down on a small desk. Just as he finished, he waited for their reactions. So far they looked, well scared.
Suddenly, the two Saiyans from the lab, Parle, and Raditz began to laugh. It was strangely intoxicating, as more children stepped forward. He himself also began to laugh.
Just out barely he could hear the words. "They're insane."
Only to hear another snap back. "No, they're Saiyans." He knew the voice, Bardock seemed very proud. The rest of the Saiyans were ready to know the truth. The smart kind weren't as weak as they thought. "Tell them Prince Tarble, how you killed the elite Nappa. Let it finally be known that you Saiyans with your minds, are not as weak as you appear."
He felt himself smirk, but he could fell many a presence behind him. It seemed that the other smart Saiyans had gathered behind him. The warriors around him look rather shocked. The fact that he had killed an elite must have been jarring. "It is true, while we are weak in body, we make up for it in our minds. Do to our intellect, we are far more creative with our kills. Nappa was basically melted alive in acid. His final screams were quite gratifying."
Bardock's eyes shifted to Raditz. "And what of you son?" He could tell that he want the world to know what Raditz had done. That his own son was capable of such acts.
Raditz stared only at his father. "Yes, I have done it as well."
"And who got that honor?" Bardock seemed to be getting prouder by the minute.
"A Frostian, Lord Frieza's sister." He said it without holding back. "I cut her open, then I pulled everything out." He was surprised Raditz was being so calm.
Apparently, Bardock didn't know that part of the story and looked a little taken back by it.
"But this isn't the issue at the moment. The plan is what is important. Now all in favor step forward!" Tarble said, trying to get the focus back where it belonged.
He didn't know how many would go with his plan, most would probably see it as stupid. But no. It seemed as if the entire room stepped forward.
Taken aback, he looked up at Raditz. The boy looked just as confused as he did.
He didn't move as the room started to empty out. Leaving only Raditz's parents behind.
"Dad, why did you bring all of that up?"
The man plopped his hand down on his son's head. "Because, it's about time they knew. Now that they know what you have done, they will follow your lead. Don't fear your accomplishments, embrace them."
So that was it. Now that the others knew of his actions, they would now follow his orders blindly, just like they would Vegeta.
"I just hope that brother returns before we have to resort to this, but it may be the only way to win this war."
"Vegeta will return. Even if it is after we have set the plan in motion. He will want to get his hands on your father. It's only a matter of time.
To Be Continued….
Author's Note
Ducks behind couch to avoid angry energy blasts. Okay let me explain. In Dragon Ball Tien and Chiaotzu were training to become assassins before they met Goku. They weren't good people until after they befriended Goku, much like all of Goku's allies in the series. Remember this universe never had Goku coming to Earth as a baby, he was never around to stop Tien from becoming an assassin.
Okay, now that this is explained, what do you think of Tarble's plan? Is it too dark?
Most of the chapters, for a while, will follow this formula of going back and forth between Earth and Planet Vegeta. Some may only be one planet, but most let us see what is happening during both wars.