Piccolo

I don't know how, but the Saiyans had grown stronger since our last battle, if you could even call it that.

They already had me completely drained of energy, forcing me to fight them on the ground, if you could even call it fighting. With the three of them constantly coming after me, shooting ki blasts, punching me from any and every direction, grabbing me and throwing me against a building or the ground or into one of them, only to be restrained and used as a punching bag for another, it was almost as if they were dragging this fight out for as long as possible.

"What's the matter, Namekian? Done already?" The one with the long hair taunted. "Your race is weaker than shit, I'm surprised none of you died while coming to Earth."

He punched me to the ground, then grabbed me by the neck and threw me up into the air while the one with the hair that stook straight up gathered a massively powerful sphere of ki in his hand.

I was done for. This would be the last thing I'd ever see; a barren wasteland full of destroyed buildings, full of the corpses of humans. I wish I had the chance to learn more about this strange place before I died. If only I had more energy, if only I was stronger, if only I could fight back.

I wanted to explore this planet, see what it had to offer, figure out why it felt so familiar. I wanted to see things I could never fathom existed, observe the culture of humans across this planet.

I wanted to see the Saiyan called Lee. I wanted to know what drew me to her, know if she felt something similar to that.

I wanted to observe the humans, find their flaws, weaknesses, fears, then use all that against them to plunge them into chaos on my own terms, after I've become satisfied with all that I've seen and learned.

As I was about to fall back to the ground, I heard someone shout, "Deep Submerge!" and felt a cold, painful sensation engulf my entire body.

Everything turned to black as I was sent flying away from all the destruction I had caused.

Meanwhile, at the destroyed part of Tokyo...

Sailor Neptune had arrived just as Vegeta was about to unleash a ki blast so powerful it would level half of Tokyo. She unleashed her Deep Submerge attack just in time so that no one else would die.

Vegeta turned toward the Sailor Guardian with a look of confusion and fury on his face. "Why the hell did you do that?! I was about to kill him!"

"You were about to kill thousands of innocent lives with that blast!" She angrily said to him. "Do you not care what repercussions your actions will cause?!"

"Have you not seen the hundreds of corpses lying around the city?! So what if more people died, at least no one else would die at the hands of the Namekian!"

"No one else should have to die for him to be defeated! He may not even have to die and you'd still kill him!"

"Why should I let him live when he's killed so many? I can guarantee you all the people he's killed would want him dead!"

Neptune had nothing to come back with. The Namekian had already killed thousands with just a single blast of energy. The Saiyan was right; this Namekian had to die, but then she had a thought: Maybe the others didn't have to? She had seen the Namekian ships and all the aliens that stood in that valley. Most looked like they couldn't fight at all. The few that had come before Lee to fight were most likely dead, and the ones that stood closer to the ships seemed like they had no clue how to fight.

She decided to give up for now. Vegeta seemed too stubborn right now to listen to reason.

She looked over the landscape, taking in everything that had been destroyed. Everything was completely annihilated; everything was just a mass of rubble for as far as the eye could see. She climbed over mounds of rubble, scouring the landscape for survivors, but only found corpses, unrecognisable from the heat of the explosion.

Suddenly, she heard Vegeta say, "You should go help your friends before I decide to kill them."

She gained a look of shock on her face. How could she have forgotten the other Outer Guardians? She used her powers to fly into the air, looking for her sailor uniform clad friends.

She spotted a blue skirt, riddled with rips and tears, sitting under a pile of rubble with a hand nearby.

She rushed over to it as quick as she could, throwing the remains of destroyed buildings off of her.

Sailor Uranus lay motionless on the ground. As soon as Neptune touched her, she immediately transformed back into her civilian identity, her transformation stick held broken in her hand.

She grabbed Haruka's wrist, feeling for a pulse. There was just a faint throb beating periodically. She had to find help for her fast, not to mention the other Guardians as well, and for any survivors that might be buried under the rubble, and she had to do something about the Saiyans, and there was an extremely powerful Namekian on the loose, destroying God knows what, killing God knows who.

She picked up Haruka, also making sure she grabbed all the pieces of her transformation stick. She spotted a hand sticking up from under some more rubble, and a long, silver rod sticking up out of the ground. Neptune started running towards it, hoping that Sailor Pluto was still alive and in one piece.

Just as she was about to reach her, Neptune's heels got caught in the twisted metal of what used to be... something.

Haruka fell out of her arms as the world seemed to move in slow motion. If she hits the ground, she'll die! I'm not fast enough, I can't catch her. I don't want to see her die! Haruka, I've failed you, she thought to herself.

She squeezed her eyes shut. If Haruka was going to die, she didn't want to watch. Her world was crumbling around her. Haruka was practically dead, Pluto and Saturn were probably going to die, too, but how could she help them when the love of her life was about to die because of her?

She opened her eyes, expecting to see Haruka's lifeless body on the ground.

Instead, Haruka was gone from her field of vision. She looked around her, but only saw the Saiyans conversing amongst themselves. She looked up, relief immediately flooding into her.

Sailor Jupiter was floating in the air, holding Haruka in her arms, while Sailor Mars and Mercury were getting Pluto and Saturn from the rubble.

Sailor Venus floated down to the ground behind Neptune, and lightly tapped her shoulder.

Neptune turned around in surprise, then asked her, "How did you know we were here?"

"Well, it's kinda hard to not notice a few giant mushroom clouds and feel that giant energy," Venus said back to her with a small smile on her face. Her expression then turned serious as the other Guardians came to Venus and Neptune, holding the unconscious bodies of Setsuna, Hotaru, and Haruka in their arms.

"We need to find that alien as soon as possible," Venus said to everyone. "If just one of them can do this much damage, who knows what the rest are capable of?"

Neptune gained a worried look on her face. "I don't think the rest of them are powerful at all!"

"How would you know, Neptune?" Sailor Mars asked her impatiently. "We need to get the Outer Guardians to a hospital and check on Usagi. If you know anything, say it as quickly as you can."

"I was a part of a group at my university that saw the aliens' ships. There were a few of them that came forward to fight, but most of them seemed to be cowering closer to the ships. Not all of them can fight, I think."

As the Sailor Guardians ascended into the air, Jupiter asked, "Well what happened to the ones that could fight?"

Neptune quickly responded with, "I think Lee killed them."

"What? How did she do that?"

"I don't know. The aliens seemed to be much weaker than the one that showed up here. Considering the strength of those Saiyans, she was probably able to defeat all of them."

A thought then crossed all of the Guardians minds: Where was Lee? She wasn't with the others of her kind. What was she doing?

Meanwhile, in some random airspace near the Namekian landing site...

I slowly regained consciousness as I flew through the air. I could hardly see the ground below me as I struggled to maintain my consciousness. I was free-falling down to the ground. I was too weak from the fight with the Saiyans; I couldn't stop myself.

At least I was falling to the landing site. Hopefully, Dende could heal me, and then I could go back and attack the city. And then, the Saiyans would attack me again, and I'd die.

I couldn't go back to that city. Not if I wanted to live. Hell, I didn't think I could go anywhere with the Saiyans here. They'd come to kill me eventually. Could I go anywhere without risking my demise?

I hit the ground, pain surging through my entire body. I was still conscious, still thinking. Why should I stay here, with all these Namekians that hate me? Why should I protect them?

Something, a voice, creeped into the back of my head. Leave them to rot... You do not take orders from weaklings... They are merely prey... Targets... They hold you back whenever you try to move forward...

It felt like something finally snapped within me. I turned my head from the dirt to see that every Namekian had come to stare at me, whispering in hardly audible voices. What were they saying? I felt dizzy, there was a ringing in my ears. I couldn't think straight.

Then, I saw him towering above me.

Nail.

I couldn't describe how much I hated him. He was horrible, cruel, a piece of ant shit. Who was that standing next to him? It wasn't a Namekian, but his energy felt off from a human's, as if something else was mixed in.

Whoever he was, he was crying like he had been beaten or tortured. Did Nail cause this?

As the boy's screams rose, so did his energy. A massive well of untapped energy lied within the child, ripe for the taking. Many fully grown humans seemed to be extremely gullible, easy to manipulate. I could only imagine how easy it would be to turn this child into a killing machine, taking orders only from myself.

I was done taking orders from a fat giant on his deathbed. If I was going to kill every human on this planet, it would be on my own terms.

I started formulating a plan in my head. I wouldn't leave now; I would pretend to be unconscious, then, when everyone's guard is lowered, I'd grab the kid and fly away somewhere remote to train him into the perfect weapon.

I laid my head on the dirt, and closed my eyes. I listened closely to my surroundings. At first, I heard nothing but the wind blow through the area.

Then, I heard the sound of skin colliding with skin. Nail was fighting someone.

I slightly opened my eyes, then peered over to see that the kid was just sitting there, crying and doing nothing else.

I extended my arm out, grabbed him, then flew away as quickly as possible. The kid was still crying, but I didn't care. As long as he could be trained I didn't care what he did.

I only landed once I was sure I was about to collapse from fatigue. I landed in a forested mountain area, with tall trees and towering mountains. It seemed secluded enough. The kid had already fainted, so I put him down under a tree. I had to rest before I started training him.