Our heroes land onto a long-standing landmass with a single Namekian home on top of it. A small scare when they felt Vegeta's Ki rush toward them suddenly. Chichi told them all to book it as they were too close to stop. Partially glad when they realized Vegeta and his partner were after another target. This bought them enough time to get to Guru's home before Vegeta and Nappa would make contact with their new target.

"Do you think that the Elder is safe? This place is kind of obvious." Bulma stated as they landed on the land mass.

"I-it is not possible for him to have been found already." Dende said, though he was now worried.

"Hey, if this was attacked, Freeza would have probably destroyed the place in a show of power. He didn't seem the kind of person to not leave a place destroyed and let people come after him later." Gohan stated, which the others agreed.

Soon the doorway opened, a tall Namekian stepped out and Dende recognized him as Nail. The strong warrior looked at the Earthlings and stood with his hands behind him. "Guru, our Grand Elder, has been expecting you. Please enter." Nail's voice was stern, strong, and direct. But not intimidating, instead it was a soft power. The kind that was like river held back by a dam, calm tell its full force was released and crashed over everything before it.

"Is the Grand Elder well, Nail?" Dende asked as he led his new friends into the house.

"He grows closer to his own end, age is slowly catching up to him. He is resting now, and I am protecting him tell his end comes." Nail said, his voice with a sense of duty and honor in it.

"It is sad to hear it is coming so soon, his guidance has led us well." Dende responded with his voice lowered in worry.

"Why not wish himself young again?" Krillin asked suddenly. "A Namekian did so on our planet."

"Such a wish would be selfish and against the cycle of nature." Nail stated directly. "It is better to live life fully with the time you have. Now travel upward." Nail pointed up with his finger to show the opening in the roof above them. The group nods and floats up, only to become surprised when they see Guru.

"Greetings Earthlings, I have sensed your arrival some time ago. I must thank you for saving my child, Dende." A weak but deep voice left the Namekian elder, heavy breath as he seemed to struggle to keep alive itself.

"It was no problem. Honestly, we are sorry we could not save more." Chichi said as she bowed with deep respect to the elder. Her proper manners admired by Nail. As she lifted her head, she looked upward and noticed a dragon ball over his head. "I hate to be rude, but that dragon ball. It is a risk to keep here and we need it to get our own friends back."

"Hold yourself, young one." Guru said as he rose his hand. He motioned her to approach. "Much of what you say will take time… it will be easier and faster for me this way."

Chichi nodded and moved closer to Guru, his large hand encompassed her head. Chichi surprised by the large size and it reminded her of Piccolo during the 23rd world martial arts tournament. Guru breath was shallow as he focused on her mind, images flowed to him like his own memory. A gentle smile hidden in his round wrinkled face, a slight nod as he lifted his other hand to grasp the dragon ball. The huge orb presented to the young woman.

"I have seen the good in your heart, and while your distrust is worrisome… it is not without reason. I find you acceptable to receive the Dragon Ball of Namek and to be granted your wish." Guru announced. "But with the threats of our world also seeking them… I fear your power as it is… will not be enough." Guru's voice became more labored, Nail and Dende grew more worried for their Elder. "But the well spring of hidden power in you, is great."

"Hidden power?" Chichi asked, her gaze looked to the others as she did not think she had hidden power.

"Yes, a great wellspring… one that would take years to master and pull from. I can release the hold on it, and bring it forth. But first, I feel a different trouble that needs resolution." Guru's gaze turned to the catatonic Tarble. His soft stare met with Tarble's lost eyes. "Bring him to me."

Krillin thought to object, but before he could get a word out Bulma had given him a look. Krillin knew better to argue this and kept quiet. Bulma and Gohan walked Tarble, whose legs moved in automation with them, to Guru. The large Namekian placed his hand onto Tarble's head. He breathed in deeply, his face twisted into a grim expression.

"His wound is not physical… I cannot heal him." Guru stated.

"You can't heal him!? But…" Bulma said worried that Tarble would be stuck, her eyes looked to her companion.

"I cannot… Only he can." Guru spoke once more, a sense of worry came from the party with the exception of one. Krillin's own distrust was glad Tarble was not cured. "His mind has become a prison… I cannot heal him… but I can show him the way out." Guru continued, the others had hope once more. "I will do what I can…" Guru finished as he focused on Tarble.

A plain of whiteness, a world void of everything, no sound, no sight, no feeling. The world washed away and curled in a ball was a small body. A shaking child, alone. Gasps of air, short and rapid, were followed by mournful wails. Tears fell down his cheeks, his tail wrapped around his waist tightly as he clung to himself. Tarble, reverted to his childlike state, was alone… alone and scared in this void.

"So, this is the warrior you became. Pathetic." A deep commanding voice entered the void. No echo, just an intense voice directed to Tarble. The young boy lifted his head and turned. The image of his Father stood before him, arms cross and a look of distain down to his son.

"Father?" Tarble's body shifted to sit before him, his arm rubbed over his eyes to wipe away the tears.

"No saiyan would be this weak. Breaking down and surrendering without a fight. You bring shame to your people by buckling over. You who decided you would face freeza, and the moment you have the chance… you hide." King Vegeta swiftly kicked Tarble in the gut, the young boy tossed back with ease. His arms uncross as he walked forward to Tarble, his cape flowed with unfelt wind. "You are weak, you have no reason to have survived."

Tarble shook, but this time it was not due to sadness. Berated and frustrated, Tarble stood suddenly. "I am sorry I am not Vegeta! I am sorry you couldn't have another strong son!"

"Vegeta? Vegeta isn't strong… He is powerful. Strength and power are not the same thing. Vegeta was born powerful, a prodigy of battle prowess. A fearsome warrior, and a man who would rule with it." King Vegeta's nose raised in a matter of pride. "But he did not have strength. He had pride that pretended to be strength. An easily bruised pride that would make him react with a display of power. He is not strong, he cannot take and endure the punishment of life. The aching feeling of lose, and striving through it. Perseverance, surviving the struggle, which is what strength is. You showed it, and then faltered."

Tarble's gaze fixed on his father, confused on this idea of strength not needing to have power. It was not what his father taught him. His father taught to be ruthless and cunning. This example though, was how the saiyans of old survived. Fighting each other for leadership, the first King Vegeta's way of becoming king. Tarble watched as the figment before him reverted from his father, tell it appeared to look like himself. Tarble watched as this image of him as King stood before him.

"You could be king, rule over your people, but you lack the conviction needed to do so. You lack the strength to follow your own ideals. You falter, you resist yourself, and you fail. And you slump to the ground and give up, like a child. Stand, be hit by the punch and stand! Do not bow, be the wall that hinders all oncoming forces. That is what a Saiyan is. That is what I am." The King Tarble vision argued.

"What are you?" Tarble left astounded as he saw the image of himself king.

"I am you… but not this you." King Tarble motioned over Tarble's form. "I am your Saiyan half, the part of you that you reject."

"I have never rejected being a saiyan."

"Do not interrupt me!" King Tarble's face shifted to a mixture of an Oozaru state and his base form, before it returned to normal. "You say you're Saiyan, but you do not act like one. You fear killing, you fear doing what is necessary to win. You refuse to listen to your instincts, thus you pretend to be saiyan when it is convenient. And I hate you for it." King Tarble's face twisted with anger, his arm grabbed his cape and turned with a flurish. "Know… one say you will need me… and I will take over. Then you can stay in this wasteland." His voice faded as his own form did.

Tarble left to think to himself, the sound of rain began to fill the void. Tarble could feel the wet drops land on him, but could not see them. His cloths felt like they became heavy, but remained dry. The floor below his feet turned to dirt and grass, the scent of nature filled his nose.

"You really are stupid, you know that." A young female voice, familiar to his ears. Tarble turned to see Yurin before him. "It has only been a little over a month, but you still blame yourself for my death." She said a smile on her face as she stepped closer, soon face to face, almost tell their noses touched.

"You hold too much on your shoulders. It really is weighing you down. Why not let me carry some of it?" Yurin continued to speak, Tarble could feel the unseen rain grow harder in its down pour.

"If I… If I didn't fight… you may still be alive though. If I didn't try so hard you could have been with me still." Tarble's arms wrapped around the form of his lost comrade. "If I planned more and prepared more… if I-" Yurin placed her finger to his lips and shook her head.

"If if if, you cannot change the past, you can only look to the future. You worry so much about what you did wrong. But you never focus on the things you did right. You shoulder the burden of the world and everyone on it, and blame yourself for every pain and death. I didn't tell you I was doing anything, because you would have told me no. I acted on my own, because you shoulder the responsibility of everyone's lives and would not share the burden."

"But-"

"No, no buts. You must learn that the people who work with you… they wish to take some of that burden from you. If you don't let them, they will only try harder and make things more difficult. Share it… become part of a group by doing so… you're not alone." Yurin said with a grin. "And maybe when you do, you can open up to me." She rested her head to his shoulder. Tarble clung to her.

Tarble felt a sudden impact to his stomach, Tarble forced to bend over as the air was forced out of his lungs. The rain stopped, instead the taste of blood entered his mouth. His skin felt like it was on scarred and his lungs burned. The smell of battle in his nose as he looked around. The peaceful grass and dirt was replaced by hardened rock and pale brown. Knees collapsed to the ground as he regained his breath. His vision turned and there stood Vegeta.

"You expect me to still save you, don't you?" His brother's voice rang clear. "You expect that Father will come back and you will need me. I will show up and stop the threat. But I won't." Vegeta spat at the floor in front of Tarble. "You rely too much on me."

"What, but I-"

"I don't care what you were told. I am telling you now. You rely too much on other. If not for me, Father would have toughened you up. But I didn't let him. I let you stay weak so you would need me, to feed my own pride. You being weak was the best thing that happened for my ego. To know that not even my own blood could match me. You really did hope your brother would show up, and just be happy to see you, you hoped he would decide not to agree to your challenge and work with you. A fool is what you are." Vegeta began to walk around Tarble, his intense eyes looked down to Tarble.

"You relied on me to show up and save you at the last moment." The voice changed, orange pants came into view and the voice changed to Goku's. "If I didn't show up you would have been killed, and you held off the fight just so I could come to save the day." Goku walked around Tarble as well, the prince felt like his head could not turn.

"You relied on me to trust your plan, and fight on your behalf." Tien stepped around, scratching his own nose. "You felt that not telling us your plan, and risked losing all our trust. You relied on me to talk to you, to explain, to have someone know. Otherwise you could have lost everything." Tien continued to walk around.

"You relied on my training, and the dragon balls of my creation… and they were taken away from you." Kami stepped around, a staff tapped to the hard ground as the old Namekian. "You required them to work and the moment I went away, everything began to crumble. Piccolo's death meant you had no bargaining chip, no way of gaining power faster, no trump card. You relied on me to live and you could not stop that." Kami continued to walk around Tarble.

"Your reliance that someone else or something else will solve the problem, which is your weakness." Vegeta returned, a swift kick to Tarble's back to push him face to the ground. "And that is why you still do not stand on your own. You have to hope someone better then you will come. And you hinder yourself for it. Stand up, Tarble."

Tarble's arms refused to move.

"Stand up, Tarble" Goku's voice echoed into his mind.

Tarble's legs pressed to the ground and his muscles burned.

"Stand up, Tarble" Tien and Chiaotzu called out to him.

Tarble's teeth grit together, the taste of blood grew stronger.

"Stand up, Tarble" Yurin, Yamcha, Chichi, Piccolo, Kami, and Krillin's voice roared for him.

Tarble's pushed off the ground, took to a knee as he felt a gravity pressing down on him.

"Stand up, Tarble." The voices of his father, his mother, and his people made the world shake.

Tarble took to his feet, turned to Vegeta. But instead saw Freeza, a smiling tyrant with open arms. A hand placed on his shoulders, Tarble looked to his right. Goku and his friends stood next to him. Tarble looked to his left, Vegeta and all the saiyans stood next to him as well. Tarble looked forward, Freeza's smile gone. Tarble let out a yell, and charged forward.

"You do not need to rely on people… trust that when you stand… they will be there." Vegeta's voice echoed to his ear as the world crumbled.

Tarble's eyes opened, his body felt light as he stood. He looked upward and found a large green hand placed on his head. The sound of the room was deafeningly quiet though, the large Namekian smiled down at him. Tarble turned and saw Gohan and Bulma closest to him, tears took to Bulma's eyes. Tarble just smiled as he walked to her and wiped them away. "Don't cry, Bulma. It isn't a good look for you." He said as if nothing had changed. Bulma instead upset and hit him in the side. "There you go, Goku always said he preferred you upset. It meant you cared. Wisest words that ever left his mouth."

Tarble's head then turned, sensing a battle between Vegeta, Nappa, and Another being. Tarble began to walk to the exit when Krillin moved in front of him. "Where do you think you're going?" Krillin said with a strict face.

"I am going to go save my brother, I will explain later." Tarble spoke directly.

"What if he follows you here?" Chichi asked.

"If he follows, then he is joining us. I will not allow him otherwise." Tarble spoke intensely. "I am not sure how, but I feel stronger." His eyes shifted to the elder Namekian. "I am assuming it was from you, if so… I thank you. And I request you do the same to everyone else. I will be back with possibly two more allies."

Tarble without another word side stepped Krillin and began to fly off. The power felt from him was staggering, Krillin could not hope to keep up. Guru instead looked to them and motioned Gohan closer. "Come, you all have a reserve of energy you will need to help us. Allow me to grant to you, your hidden potential."

Tarble is now awakened, his power realized. Will it be enough to handle the future threats? Will the added strength of his friends prove to be a well needed addition? Let us find out next chapter!

PL (Rounded to the nearest thousand place)

Tarble- 7,900 x 5.59 = 44,000
Gohan- 4,400 x 3.84 = 17,000
Krillin- 3,100 x7.34 = 23,000
Chichi- 2,500 x7.34 = 18,000