So this was the tower that the green boy told him about. Looking up, he noted that the top was completely obscured by clouds. This would be quite a long fly up. Nothing he couldn't manage.

He jumped up. Ready to head up into the sky. He smirked. Whoever thought about having their secret temple up here didn't take flying into account. He guessed it wasn't a skill that was taught at birth. Most Saiyans learned to fly before they could walk. Only in cases like Tarble and Raditz was this ignored. One could not fly without knowing their energy level. The ki that Gohan spoke of must have been the same thing. Some of the humans had learned to sense it and use it to their advantage. He was reminded of the triclopes that had attacked him. That assassin and his associate knew how to use it. Not that it wasn't able to help him in the long run, it was useful information for later. If humans could use the same power sources as themselves, then he and Bulma would have no trouble in producing a strong heir to his empire.

He was about ten miles up when the wind started to pick up. So they had accounted for people like him after all.

He stopped midair and looked up seeing that the air currents only picked up more from here. Not only that, but it seemed to be raining. And not a light drizzle either. It was pouring. What was bizarre was that the storm seemed to stop just above him. Like there was a barrier between him and the conditions above.

He scowled, there was only one option. He had to climb up the tower, much to his annoyance. There was no way around it. The wind barrier seemed too much and from what he could tell, the rain seemed to veer slightly away from the tower itself.

He grumbled as he took hold of the side and started the long climb up. He had to remember why he was doing this. 'The cure. Kakarot needs that cure.' He had no idea how tall this thing was or how long it would take, but he had to focus getting what he needed. This obstacle was just another test on his road to the throne. He could not fail. He had to get to the top.

Grabbing up the sides and being sure of his footing came naturally to him. He almost forgot that they evolved from apes, but now that he was getting into a stride with it, it was as if it was no problem. His tail was like an extra hand as it grabbed onto the pole, keeping him steady. Just in case, he lost his footing or the side of the pole crumbed under his hand. It didn't look like it would though. It seemed to be well taken care of. He was kind of surprised. So far no human on this planet was a decent challenge. How could they have preserved a tower like this? If they were the ones that did. The younger Piccolo knew about it so maybe it had something to do with the demons, which were looking more and more like a certain race of aliens he had run into during his meetings with the commission. But they were a peaceful bunch. It was kind of hard to imagine a Namakian like the elder Piccolo. Sure, they had fighters, but they were limited to being protectors of the villages, some were in charge of protecting the elders. He had never heard of a rogue Namakian, but there was a first time for everything.

He passed by the horrible weather, from the angle he was at, it looked almost like he was staring through a window at it, as it bounced off of some kind of barrier. Not a single drop hit him, to his amazement. How was such a thing possible?

But he didn't have time to question he strange weather. Now if he looked down, he could see the tops of the dark clouds, they flashed from time to time. There must have been some lightening in there. He probably couldn't hear the thunder due to the barrier.

As he looked down, he reached up, finding a small hole. He entered the hole, to find a small house maybe. How did someone live all the way up here?

It was larger on the inside, but he had to admit that he wasn't really paying that much attention. The storm and his thoughts had distracted him on the way up.

"So someone has finally shown up. I was wondering if I would ever see anyone again." He turned around quickly, expecting a human or Namakian, but what he saw made little sense.

It was small, white, and covered in hair. It had a long tail like he did, but it didn't seem to serve the same purpose. The top of his head had two small pointy ears sticking out.

"You look like you've never seen a cat before." The cat said.

He arched an eyebrow. "Cat?"

"An animal of Earth. I take it that you aren't from here." The cat said giving him a small smirk. He felt irritated. What was this thing and what was it doing here?

"Yes, I'm not from this planet. I was sent here to look for a source of healing." He almost growled. He wanted to knock that smirk off of the cats face. It thought it was so smart.

His words seemed to peak the cats interest though. "How do you know about the senzu beans?"

"Does that really matter?" He found himself loathing this creature more by the second.

"How do I know you have pure intentions? What I have up here could be disastrous if left in the wrong hands." The cat said with a sneer.

He almost growled. "The world below you was already left to rot. I think all motives are null in void."

The cat's face scrunched up. "What are you talking about?"

He felt himself chuckle. "So here you were all high and mighty, and you don't even know what has been happening down there? The Earth that you knew is no more. An army took over and destroyed almost everything. At this moment, the demon known as Piccolo has risen from his slumber. My comrade was hit going after him. He needs a cure fast and I have no time for your strange questions of morality. If you have ignored the damages below you then you have no right to stand in my way!"

The cat seemed taken aback by his outburst. It didn't expect to be talked to in such a manor. It looked like it was used to respect. Something he would never give the feline. "How am I to know about the outside world? I'm all the way up here!"

"That is of no concern to me. Now will you give me the cure I'm here for or will I have to take by force." He said with a sinister smile.

The cat froze as it looked him over. It knew what it was up against. It had no choice. He would get the cure for Kakarot, whether he liked it or not. Its former arrogance quickly became fear. "If you want the senzu then follow me."

He crossed his arms as an arrogant smirk came over his face. "That's more like it." The cat turned its back and walked back into its home and he followed behind. Even though he had the cat fearing for its life, he didn't trust the beast. For all he knew, the creature would try and give him a poison over an antidote. "Just remember that if you deceive me, I will not hesitate to kill you. Kakarot's life it worth more to me than your life ever will be."

"This Kakarot must me important." The cat said, not stopping.

He almost growled. "That is none of your business. Just get me these senzu things and I'll be on my way."

"He must be a close friend for you to go to all of this trouble to get the senzu."

"If you want gossip look elsewhere. As I said, get me the cure and I will leave." He snapped.

The cat laughed. "You can't fault me for being curious. I don't get many visitors."

"Whose fault is that?" He growled.

"If I were to leave, then you would take care of the senzu plant? The plant would most surely shrivel up and die." The cat turned around, a look of panic on its face.

"Surely, you can leave for a couple of hours. The plant won't just die…"

"But it will. That is why I am here. Not just as a guardian of the senzu, but so it will survive." The cat side, its voice kind of hollow.

"Look are you going to give me the beans or not. I'm not here to listen to your life story." He said getting annoyed.

The cat chuckled. "Your intentions seem pure. They are for your friend, so I see no harm."

He smirked to himself as the plant came into view. The cat started picking multiple beans off of the stock. "How many I need to cure Kakarot?"

"Only one, but you'll need more if you're facing King Piccolo." The cat answered.

"So you know about Piccolo then." Maybe now he could get some answers. The elder Piccolo at this point was a mystery. Sure, he had to look like an elder version of the child Piccolo, but all he knew about the man in question were some facets of his character and a little about his past.

The cat nodded. "I know some, but if you want to know more, I say go back to the outside of this tower. You can fly up from there. There is not another array of storms past this point. If you go up there, he will find you and tell you everything you need to know about King Piccolo."

Now his curiosity was spiked. What could possibly be living up there or was this cat sending him on a wild torsla chase?

The cat handed him a small bag, full of the beans. "That is if you have the time. If you go now, will your friend live?"

He thought over the cat's words. Kakarot was indeed a mess, but Chichi seemed to be doing a good job, as was the younger Piccolo. He nodded more to himself than the cat. Kakarot was a Saiyan. There was no way that he would die from his injuries. He had seen other Saiyans survive worse.

He took the bag from the cat, turning his back to the creature. "So you're going to go see him then?"

He didn't say anything to the creature, only moving forward towards the exit of the hollow. His business with the cat was done.

Before the cat could say another word, he jumped from the hole and flew upward. The man that lived up here had information on the monster he was looking for. Any information would be useful.

As he flew up a strange round block came into view. He weaved around the sides, flying at an angle until he could finally see the island in the sky.

He smirked to himself. So this is where the man lived. He already thought that the cat had strange living arrangements but this was out of this world. How the hell did this guy get any food? The cat had to live off of those beans, but what was this guy producing? The round island had what looked to be a temple of some sort on it and around it there were a lot of plants, but none looked to be edible.

"Why have you come here?" He turned quickly, facing a man with dark skin with a turban. Was this the man he came for?

"I came here to learn more about a being known as King Piccolo." He said crossing his arms.

The man looked quite taken aback at his statement. "I don't know what you are talking about. That thing has been locked away for centuries and I refuse to let him go free because a child wants to see it for himself."

He was about to let out a snarl at the man with the turban, when the door to the temple opened and an elderly man with green skin came out and looked down at him. "So my other half has escaped his prison?"

He had no idea what the elder was saying, but from the look of him, he knew that he was just like the younger Piccolo. His suspicions of them all really being from Namak was growing. He seriously doubted that they were demons in the first place.

"So you know of my origins. It has been a long time since I've been able to say anything about what I am." The elder said.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" He didn't feel comfortable with this man being able to pry into his brain.

"It is only one of the gifts I was given upon becoming a God of this planet. They call me Kami now, but in my past life I was known as Piccolo." The man called Kami now, said leaning on his staff.

"Become a God?" Was such a thing possible? If so, how would one even go about doing that? And what did Kami mean by his past life?

Kami let out a small laugh. "In my youth, I was a fighter for Earth, but a part of myself began to think of only the glory and never about the people that truly mattered. That part of me was holding me back, so I separated from it. Soon after I became the God of Earth, but not at a price. I didn't know at the time, but that darker part of myself became vengeful. Wanting nothing more than to destroy the peace I had created. After he was sealed away, I chose to look after the Earth, but keep my distance."

He quirked an eyebrow. "What about Red Ribbon? Wasn't that a good enough reason to intervene?"

"You're a prince, are you not?" Kami asked.

He nodded, wondering where the green elder was going with this.

"As a leader, you can't answer every person's wishes. My job is to be the guardian of this Planet, but I cannot intervene when there are others that can rise up to the challenge. In my youth, I intervened quite a bit and it truly made no difference. Hazards always came to Earth and whether I stopped them from happening all hinged on whether not a young hero was ready to take over for me. As you can see, I have grown old. My strength is not what it used to be. I could have taken care of Red Ribbon, but if I did than how could I look for my successor? I know it sounds selfish, but that's how the world works. You can't pander to everyone's needs." The elder said sadly.

"And have you found a successor, after all of those people down there died as you searched?!" He said, anger rising in his voice.

He watched the elder smile. "That I have. My time is coming to an end anyway. Once my other half dies, I will pass on as well and the Dragonballs will fade into nothingness."

His eyes went wide. "Your life is attached to the Dragonballs? What if Earth needs them?"

The old man looked away from him. "All those things have ever done is cause panic and destruction. I created them with the hopes that pure hearted people would use them, but that blew up in my face. Anyone can become greedy when they have the power to wish for anything they want. I can see that you have been thinking, you and your injured comrade were thinking of using them for your own gain as well."

"I thought about it, that I will admit, but I see no honor in using the balls for power." He said, confusing the old man.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I originally thought about gaining the power of the Super Saiyan with them, but as you must know, due to your habit of looking at my thoughts, I gained that power on my own. Now that I look back at that, I can see that I was foolish. My accomplishment wouldn't have been my own. My pride, the pride of my people would have diminished." He said, seeing that he had impressed the God.

"Okay, child. What would you do with the balls if you had them now?" Kami asked.

He thought back to his home planet. His worries for concerning his younger brother came to the surface and for the first time, he could feel Kami moving around in this thoughts.

"So you would save your younger brother from your father. Can you not do that yourself?" The god asked.

"As you can see, I am here on Earth. Planet Vegeta is quite a distance from here. I can't just teleport across the galaxy." He said, not meaning for the sadness to creep into his voice.

Kami looked passed him, up at the falling sun. "You fear losing him more than anything else. Why is that?"

"Why ask me questions, when you can just read my mind? It hasn't stopped you so far." He said on edge.

"It has nothing to do with power, I can see that much. But you have that part of your mind shielded from the outside world. You see you're reasoning as a weakness, don't you?" The elder asked.

He tried to shake his head, but he knew it was true. His brother had a hold on him, not that Tarble would ever use his weakness to his advantage. His brother didn't even know that he had that hold over him, but he did.

"Caring for you sibling does not make you weak." Kami said, giving him a small smile. "The same goes for the boy known as Kakarot. It is okay to care for people and not think of them as pawns. If you did that you would be no different than your father."

He felt himself look up, almost questioning how the man knew his father. Of course, Kami could see his memories. He knew what his father had done.

"Now as much as I would love to continue this conversation, you have other matters to attend to." Kami said, pointing to the pouch of beans that were still in his hand. "Come back here with the one called Kakarot and the younger Piccolo. I will show you where to find my other half and maybe then you can put me to rest."

He nodded. Walking back to the edge. "I will return in two days' time."

"Good, now go. Kakarot is waiting for those beans."

With that he took off. Not flying straight downward, due to the storms below. Instead he took straight off across the sky, back in the way that he had come. The sun was now setting in front of him. All he had to do was follow it.

To Be Continued….

Author's Note

So there goes Vegeta's adventure to get the senzu beans. It's not as long as the Tarble chapter was but it's still longer than a lot of chapters in this fic.

FYI, the weather that is happening around the tower is based on an actually kind of perception known as verga. Normally verga is light rain that evaporates before it makes to us.

Good news is that I am finally moved in to my new place and updates can finally be twice a week again, starting next week. (I still got to put up all of my crap). Thank you for being patient as I went through this process!