The bottom feeding, lower tier combatants of the Freeza Force were able to move faster than what the naked eye could ever capture - much less comprehend, and yet Cold was thousands of times stronger than those individuals and as for Vegeta, thanks to his immortality and sustained injuries, grew to heights in power he never imagined possible.

As the fight was due to be over shortly thanks to how fast they fought, everyone taking witness simply had to wait until a victor emerged due to the sonic speeds that they fought at. A minute would pass by and it'd either be Vegeta or Cold getting their life taken by the other.

Just a couple of seconds of clashing together consisted of well over three thousand punches being either dodged or blocked. One quick swift movement to the left brought about a missed kick for Vegeta. Instead of countering, Cold rushed forward. The tyrant was smart enough to keep his sights behind him as he rushed toward the ground, discretely generating a ball of ki in the palm of his hand.

As soon as Vegeta gathered his bearings, he acted on impulse and launched off a wave of energy for Cold. The tyrant was one step ahead and utilized the attack he had been building up as to counter Vegeta's attack, redirecting it into the sky, which distracted Vegeta for only a brief enough moment to render Cold the advantage and capitalize by clocking the Saiyan prince square in the jaw.

Cold's bone cracking punch to the face sent Vegeta soaring. For only a small moment did Cold remain hovering in the sky, scowling and shaking as he did his best to maintain composure. If he were to convince all those spectating that he truly was superior to a mere monkey, then the fight should have been finished with Vegeta choking on his own blood before it even started. The mere fact that Vegeta was exchanging blow after blow with him showed nothing more than that a Saiyan was actually on his level. That, more than even the fact that Vegeta killed his own son, felt far much more insulting to Cold.

"This ends here," the tyrant growled.

And as if they spotted a UFO, all eyes were frozen in perfect synch at the sight of Cold's figure from afar having one of his two horns right through Vegeta's obliques. Vegeta's eyes went blood-shot red from impact as he did his best to keep himself from spazzing out. The feeling of his flesh being ripped through, despite being immortal, was not a pleasurable feeling. A splurge of blood jumped from inside Vegeta's mouth and splat on the top of King Cold's head; the red crimson flow of blood that came from Vegeta's penetrated area leaked its way down Cold's horn, trailing his face, only to stop at the corner of his lip.

Cold's lips curled. "Been a while since I've taken on the privilege of tasting the blood of your kind." Using his lips to wipe up the blood around his mouth area, Cold grabbed both sides of Vegeta's body and forced him further down. "Still as unpalatable as ever." Vegeta let out pained groans of agony, much to King Cold's amusement.

Jerking his head down, Cold slung Vegeta back down with his head. The unexpected and harsh movement left Vegeta a gruesome gash to deal with as he plummeted to the ground below.

Nappa kept his hands on his hips with a smug grin plastered over his chiseled face. There were some who were hesitant to be around him because it seemed to be that Vegeta was losing. The tempered history that was held by the Saiyans fed on the anxiety of everyone else surrounding the big, bald Saiyan because they knew not how he would react to what appeared to be his partner losing against the man he planned on taking the universe from. Nappa unknowingly subverted expectations as he continued to watch alongside everyone else. Vegeta could have his throat slit and he'd still be in that same exact spot. They couldn't die, so there was nothing to concern himself over one bit.

Nappa didn't even blink despite the harsh landing his life-long comrade had suffered. The crater left from Vegeta's body-breaking impact was twice the size that any meteorite could ever cause. The thunderous lightning that continued to worsen as time went on was the only noise that registered through everyone's ear, in addition to the horrible, unrelenting, gust of wind.

Under the impression Vegeta was taken care of, Cold set his sights out for the other Saiyan. "Do not think for a second that I would allow myself to forget you as well!" Cold boomed from afar.

"Don't count the man out yet!" Nappa laughed, pointing his finger in the direction of Vegeta's quote, unquote, Resting Place.

King Cold had not the chance to dodge or block; Vegeta's bloodied white glove smashed against Cold's nose. The retired tyrant wasn't given the smallest of chance to retaliate. He was kicked down prior to Vegeta following up with a barrage of brutal quick punches to the chest. The determined Saiyan's combo ended with a solid kick to the diaphragm and a multitude of ki waves for good measure.

Just moments before Cold's back crashed against the ground, Vegeta used his sonic momentum to crush his knee against his opponent's chest. Vegeta made sure he relied more on his bodyweight to ensure Cold remained with his back affixed to the muddy terrain. King Cold's eyes glanced at the hole he created just mere moments ago being fully regenerated; most of all, it was the cocky grin on Vegeta's face that rubbed in the fact he wasn't going to have an easy time at all.

"Now you understand why your son could not best me!?"

Basking too much in the adrenaline of verbal boasting, Vegeta didn't catch on to Cold's tail, which whacked him upside the head and as a result, sent him sliding across the ground. Vegeta captured his balance quick enough, grabbing at the mud prior to using his other hand to bounce up and flip until he was able to land perfectly on his feet. Given no time to rest, he blocked his face with both arms. The impact of Cold's punch had the two of them sliding through the ground as Vegeta did his best to maintain his balance.

While being pushed back, Vegeta chuckled in Cold's face. "It's about time you stop holding back…!"

Able to get by undetected, Jaco and Kurent also remained witnesses to the fight between Vegeta and King Cold.

"The Saiyans have always been a crazy strong race…" Kurent mused, "but for one to actually be able to stand up against the man who conceived Freeza? Don't you realize how poetic this would be if the man who brought in the Saiyans to work under him was bested by one of the last remaining Saiyans?"

"It doesn't even matter who he is...this is still bad, no matter the result." Jaco almost asked why, though he immediately knew what Kurent was starting to get at, so he allowed his partner to continue his monologue. "If Cold wins, the Universe will continue to be under his wing, which means nothing will change, and he'll probably just make another kid. But on the other hand...if the Saiyan comes out victorious, the Universe is now his entire oyster. With Cold gone, they can do as they please and who knows what terror he alone will bring with the reputation that they have…"

Jaco let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his head. "You're right...you don't know this, but I have old friends over on Planet Earth; it's the same planet that the last remaining Saiyans have decided to use to repopulate their race and bring them back up in number. They intend on producing an entire empire that consists of them…"

Kurent's mouth moved as if he wanted to get something off his mind, but the internalization of Jaco's words made him speechless for a solid five seconds. "And just think...Earth might not be their only victims of similar purpose in the distant future."

Jaco trembled at the very thought. "I know…"

As the fight for control of the Universe transpired on one spectrum of the cosmos, a single man on Earth stood on an ocean mountainside, taking in slow, deep breaths as the wind continuously slapped him in the face. The grey skies would brighten every few seconds with the lightning and thunder shamelessly booming and making its presence known to the face of the man who would be considered foolish to allow himself to be wrapped up so close to a storm.

Despite the hurricane rearing its head on the Gulf, Tarble stood firm. The mountain started to shake and soon after the rocks that made up the mountain began to chip off. The rain was so heavy and plentiful that his eyes were drowning in water, which of course, distorted his vision. Regardless, he kept his eyes open for what was ahead.

He knew of hurricanes and the dangers that they posed. Depending on how bad, hurricanes would be capable of flooding entire cities. The hurricane would be the reason why homes are blown off the ground and why roofs are torn off and sent flying away. The only thing he could relate this storm to was the utter destruction that it brought to those who had to suffer from it in all different worlds on extraterrestrial plains. The storm reminded him most of one thing that did nothing but destroy, and not just in the literal manner: Freeza.

Tarble felt his blood getting hot as he pictured Freeza's face flashing through his mind. His brain was so concentrated on the image of that sadistic bastard that the lightning left a cloudy form that resembled Freeza's facial appearance to almost perfection.

It was because of Freeza that he was forced into this situation. It was because of that monster that he had lost his home and the connection with all the people he grew to know and love. It was because of him he lost the love of his life, as well as two worlds he could call home. It was because of him that he would inevitably have to prevent his brother from carrying on the same evil that Freeza possessed. It was Freeza; he's the reason he's feeling pain that he never thought imaginable to the mortal soul.

The closer the hurricane drew, the more Tarble let his suppressed rage consume him. He felt so much untapped power constantly growing inside his body ever since he left Namek that he didn't know if he was literally going to implode from holding it all in for so long. He had been looking for a reason to let it all out and the thought of everything that's led him up to this point very much so gave him one; it also didn't help to challenge it in some kind of way - even if it was something minor such as a hurricane.

Right as the eye was getting ready to envelop him whole, Tarble quickly tensed his muscles to prepare his bubbling power. Just moments later, right in the middle of the circle, Tarble let out a war cry while maxing his power to the very pinnacle of his limits. Even when his muscles felt as if they were going to break due to the pressure he put them under, the Saiyan pressed on.

The moment he opened his eyes, the lightning struck around him once more, this time mere inches away from his body. The sight of Freeza's twinkling eye dead in his face brought a chill down to his very spine and instead of stopping, he let it feed his anger and he let out yet another scream, this one far more primal than the first.

As if an entirely new entity possessed him, Tarble felt his power shoot up to heights even he couldn't dare to comprehend. He only realized that it being due to his anger, he was able to break his first ever plateau on his own. The mere impact of his sudden burst of power was enough to eradicate the hurricane that brewed around him completely. The rain instantly went away and the sun started to rear its face into the sky.

The rainbow that glistened above his head shone bright onto him; looking down, Tarble remained with his fists clenched as he held on to the raw power he had surging through his body. Subsequent to catching a glimpse of himself through the sparkling puddle of water beneath his feet, his eyes fluttered. Stuck on the change of color in his eyes as well as his hair, nothing but confusion consumed his brain. It was at the realization of this abnormal altercation that his hair and eye color went back to completely normal.

Looking back to his normal self, Tarble felt his power return back to normal as well before it broke its limiting barriers. He felt it - that he reached a new limit. For the moment, he was just unable to identify what it truly was. As far as he knew, the Oozaru transformation was the only alternate form a Saiyan could take, but this? This was unheard of.

Or was it?

Tarble wasn't given enough time to come to a conclusion of his own, though. The sounds of Bulma's copter whirring behind him caught his attention. The woman had the copter hovering just beside the mountain side, waiting for him to hop in. "You coming or not?"

Tarble snapped himself out of his trance and reacted by jumping into the passenger side of the aircraft. He hoped to get back to his thoughts, but Bulma had to open her mouth.

"What were you doing out here?" Bulma questioned. She wanted to ask why in the hell his hair was golden, but didn't know if it was something he was trying to hide or if it was just the lighting of the rainbow, so she remained quiet about it.

"Just needed to get some fresh air," Tarble answered.

"According to what you told me while we were on the way back, it's only a matter of time until Vegeta and Nappa can enjoy the life of eternal living."

"I know. With Freeza definitely dead right now, they still think they're immortal. And since nobody else will be able to best them, they will think no one is capable of beating them until they…" he paused.

"Die," Bulma finished for him.

"...yes. And the longer it takes for them to figure this out, the better it'll be for you and everyone else dragged into this mess."

"I agree. It would be best case scenario. I don't even want to think about the worst that could happen."

"And it'd be better for everyone if I just kept my distance for now."

Bulma didn't know how to take what he just said. Not too long ago, Tarble made up his mind that he was going to stick it out on Earth. Of course he would have plenty of time to think about the decision and eventually take it back. At least, to Bulma, that's how it was interpreted. "So, you're actually going to leave?"

"No, I'll still be here on Earth, just not around you guys. After being told about what that guy has planned in order to help everyone with Vegeta, I think it's the best choice to stay; it's just when I think about how me being around you and everyone else makes them feel. I know I haven't played as big a part in your sufferring as Vegeta and Nappa, but I've been passive enough to let their actions inflict hurt onto you all still." Slouching into his seat, he sighed. "Besides, I don't think they would like seeing pretty much the spitting image of Vegeta in me every single day. I'm just doing what I can to help. You understand, right?"

A great relief came over Bulma before she responded. Tarble was so worried about how she'd take his message that he didn't even notice Bulma's little smile. For a second, she thought he was going to bail out on them completely, but the reason behind as to why he wanted to maintain his distance was far more assuring that he was a good guy with good morals - someone with a heart at least. "I understand." Still, she had something to worry over. "But what about Vegeta? I mean, we already know the story we're going to give him about why there aren't as many people as before and that's risky enough as is, but won't he wonder about me being pregnant?"

"I know. If you can, do your best to hide it. Pass it off as you eating a lot or something, whatever you can. And when the time is right, I'll slip by and take the child.

"But if he finds out?"

Tarble took a deep breath. "Stop the copter." Not needing to be told twice, Bulma does just that and sets the arrangements for the aerial craft to hover in the sky. Tarble opened the side-door and moved his foot from being inches outside. Just before his entire body was out, he looked over his shoulder. "If Vegeta finds out, then I'll be there by your side to make sure Vegeta doesn't suck him or her into a hell that they can never repent from." Not sharing another word, Tarble let himself outside and closed the door prior to flying off.

As Bulma was on her way out, tears swelled up in her eyes. Despite how grim things seemed; with hope feeling lost and as if there was nothing out there that could possibly work, there was still one thing she held onto: hope. She had hope that this Doctor Gero truly wished to help them out from the goodness of his heart and for humankind instead of selfish reasons. She hoped that Tarble would stick around to keep them safe and to help rid of Vegeta. And even if they had ill-intent on their own, she just wished for this nightmare to end. The only people she could put her hope into was Tarble and Gero. The woman wiped her eye as she took a turn to head home.

Once Bulma was out of distance, Tarble let out a burst of crackling energy. There was more to this than just doing the right thing now. He had a child he had to be dutiful to. He was going to have a kid whom's going to look to him for guidance. If there were to be a next generation of Saiyans, he would have to show them to do better.

And all of this was only going to happen if Vegeta and Nappa were out of the picture.

The battle between Cold and Vegeta had been ongoing. Everyone watching made sure to keep their distance as they tried to watch. Most relied on their scouters and advanced binoculars to try and keep up, though that was all for a naught as well; Vegeta and Cold were simply far too fast for anyone to see step by step every single movement that they were making - much less one. Nappa was the only one who could keep up at least just a little bit during the beginning, but he was finding himself lost more times often than not as he continued observing.

The impact of the Saiyan and tyrant punching one another simultaneously had Vegeta crashing into a mountain as Cold dropped to the ground. Both of them remained still momentarily, huffing and puffing. The two evils were on perfectly even terms and unable to best one another. Though Vegeta had the advantage of energy sensing on his side, Cold caught on to his little game rather quickly, which coerced Vegeta into a more head on style than anything else.

Pieces of Vegeta's fabric had been cut at as Cold's entire cape was reduced to looking like paper that had been blown out after remaining lit on fire for ten seconds. Only bits of his single piece of symbolic clothing of superiority remained, though worst of all, he had blood drawn from him...numerous times.

Removing himself from the mountain, Vegeta rushed at his target. Cold hopped away at the very last moment prior to Vegeta's fist connecting with the ground, causing a premature thunderous lightning strike in the proximity of battle. Turning over to a stumbling Cold, Vegeta remained on his feet.

"I'd be wasting my time if I asked you again if you realize why your baby boy couldn't best me," Vegeta taunted. "You're walking in his shoes right now as we speak."

"I am not my son…"

"I beg to differ," Vegeta chuckled.

Cold just grinned. "Freeza may have been physically superior to me, but he was still rather young and acted too much like a child. Unlike Freeza, who may have been more temperamental and cruel - I am far much more methodical, and pragmatic."

Vegeta began to walk in Cold's direction, channeling a great bit of energy in his balled up hand. "You almost convinced me with your words, but your repulsive expressions give away that you lie." Without a warning, Vegeta swiftly maneuvered behind Freeza's father, rendering him a vicious kick to the side of the face. The impact forced Cold to spin around, doing a complete 180, which gave Vegeta the opportunity to strike once more with a upward kick to the chin using his other leg.

Cold did his best to save face by trying for an attack at point blank range, albeit Vegeta was quick enough to move out of the way in time. Wrapping his legs around Cold's neck, Vegeta proceeded to mercilessly ram both of his fists on top of the man's head like a deranged clown trying to pop all his balloons in record time.

"GRAH!" Cold snarled. He grabbed both of Vegeta's arms and used his strength to remove him from his shoulders, slamming the Saiyan prince onto his back in the process. Vegeta's chest was stomped on to ensure he remain down. Any efforts to escape were not given as Cold used his other foot to punt Vegeta across the rainy terrain. Cold hopped into the sky and let his hang time rocket, calculating Vegeta's next location in the span of two seconds. With perfect timing, Cold zoned in on one specific spot and with immaculate precision, grabbed ahold of Vegeta's face and pushed him deep into the ground by pure force.

In an effort to get Cold off him, Vegeta blasted him right in the center of the face. Both feet were slammed into Cold's pelvic bone prior to Vegeta executing a proper kip up, kicking Cold's chest as he did so. The tyrant stumbled back a couple steps before coming forth with a ferocious wave of ki aimed and charged with the purpose to kill on impact.

Vegeta ducked under the attack and had his body on the ground and hands positioned as if he were getting ready to perform push-ups. The burnt smell of the very tips of his flamy hair being singed by miniscule pieces aggravated the Saiyan, though only to a small degree. Once the attack started to fizzle out, Vegeta pounced at Cold's leg to punch him dead in the knee. Feeling his knee buckle, Cold fell down on his only other.

Vegeta got up and punched Cold square in the jaw prior to catching a fist and quickly countering with a smack across the face. Vegeta laughed heartily as he held the palm of his hand just inches in front of Cold's nose; Vegeta relished the concocted aroma of Cold's blood of his own.

"Now I'm going to blow your head right off, in front of all your subordinates. Everyone shall witness me as the superior! Say good-bye!"

Just as Cold appeared he was out for the count, his eyes glowed a bright, dark red. Energy beams from his pupils penetrated Vegeta's right shoulder. As soon as Vegeta lowered his hand, Cold retaliated by rushing one of his horns into the same shoulder he blasted.

Vegeta elbowed the base of Cold's horn, breaking it off mercilessly. Instead of whining, Cold groaned through the pain. Vegeta was immediately punted into the lightning clouds and re-directed right back into the ground below due to a vicious kick. Despite landing on both feet, he had to worry about Cold coming for him. In just the nick of time, Vegeta hopped and rolled out of the way before Cold could potentially get him with his remaining horn.

Vegeta quickly pulled Cold's detached horn away from his penetrated wound and tossed it aside in hopes that the inconvenient injury would heal quickly. Though he managed to get away from the nuisance that had punctured his skin, Vegeta still received a cruel knee to the gut, which sent him into a mountain from afar.

Instead of crashing into a mountain and being surrounded by a bit of rubble, the entire mountain crashed on top of Vegeta. Cold stood there, taking deep and heavy breaths as he wiped the blood trickling from his forehead. Vegeta felt Cold's presence idle and though he initially wondered why, he decided to take his time getting up. If Cold wasn't going to capitalize on this opportunity to further inflict pain, then Vegeta would be sure by the time he got up, he would be healed and ready to get back at it.

Instead of bursting out from underneath as he would react normally, Vegeta casually pushed the rocks that lied on top of him. With more and more light that came his way, Vegeta kept his eye out for his shoulder. Oddly enough, it didn't feel like it was healing and he soon found his answer. Much to his shock, the hole remained right there. Such was very alarming and made him grow concerned very fast.

After Vegeta got up from under the rubble, he was spotted holding his left shoulder, which didn't seem to want to stop bleeding.

"What's the matter?" Cold asked through fits of laughter. "I thought your wounds were meant to miraculously heal! What's going on here? Is the facade finally fading away?"

Nappa noticed that something was gravely amiss as well when he realized Vegeta was still leaking blood. He briefly contemplated if his eyes deceived him, but he could feel Vegeta's power gradually declining. It wasn't a good sign and he didn't like where it was seeming to head. Still, something had to be wrong, right? They were immortal.

Vegeta's only response was to charge Cold head on. Though he landed a perfect strike, it didn't match the result he expected. Cold's face budged and more blood could be seen leaking from his mouth, but that smug smile told the entire story better than any other action could.

"It would appear this fight is finally taking its toll." Cold's laughter rang through Vegeta's ears after the Saiyan received a breath-taking punch to the stomach. Cold ignored the blood coughed up on his arm and elbowed Vegeta across the face, leaving Vegeta's head pounding like never before. The moment he landed on his stomach, Cold stomped onto his back, eliciting a howling yell from Vegeta.

Still, Vegeta's power was decreasing. Unable to just sit back and watch, Nappa knew what he had to do. One brief yell alone allowed him to reach his full power, which blew away well over three thousand people surrounding him. He didn't give Cold as much a warning before rushing in and connecting his boot with the man's face.

With Cold out of the picture for now, Nappa lifted Vegeta up by grabbing at his arm. "Ya alright?"

Vegeta jerked his arm away. "I don't recall asking for your damn help, Nappa!"

"Look, I don't know what the heck's going on here, but you're supposed to be healed by now and kicking his ass from North to South and all the way around, Vegeta; this just isn't making sense, because one moment you have the advantage and now, you don't?" The bald Saiyan scoffed. "Those Namekians are probably fooling with us…"

"Surprise attacks." Cold spat a loogie of blood at the muddy ground as he walked his way back to where he last stood. "Seems to be all you Saiyans have ever been good at. Try in Vegeta's place as you will, but I assure you that both your stories end the same."

"We're immortal! The result you expect to give us is already waiting to suck you in!" Nappa engulfed himself with his gold, sparkling aura.

"Is that right?" Cold challenged.

"Ya damn skippy!"

With utmost confidence, Nappa hopped off his back foot. Nappa held back not even an ounce of power. He took off at full-speed, charging as much power into his balled fist as he possibly could. He could feel Cold's overwhelming power, but it didn't mean he would be able to take on his new strongest attack. One moment, Vegeta could see Nappa going for Cold, though all it took for him was one blink to see how it ended. In one hand was Nappa's head as the other had the rest of his body hanging upside down with blood squirting all over the place.

Nappa's eyes struggled to move at the sight of his detached body. Just as he was on the verge of trying to speak, the bald Saiyan's eyes rolled over the back of his head. And if that wasn't confirmation enough, all energy that once radiated from Nappa's body was now no more.

Cold let Nappa's body drop on the ground prior to lifting the man's detached head and drinking the blood that dripped from it. Vegeta didn't tremble at the sight of Cold drinking Nappa's blood, but at the fact his comrade was truly dead. He was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him, but even if he pinched himself, he'd be right in this exact spot. This was no joke, no dream, nor was this was some kind of trick. Nappa wasn't immortal.

And that meant neither was he.

Using his super sized hands to squeeze the rest of the blood from Nappa's head, Cold exerted excess force until it popped like a balloon. Blood, brains, guts, and his eye sockets flew in all different directions, some of which even landed right on Vegeta's face. The Saiyan Prince was in such shock that he couldn't even bring himself to wipe it right off.

Cold, with his blood-stained, toothy facial expression that oozed sadism, asked Vegeta, "Now...are you ready for your final chapter? I hope the preview at least helps get your mind prepared for what awaits you next."

And here arose a feeling Vegeta never thought he'd have to bear since Broly...

Fear.