A few months after Raditz lands on Earth -Planet Rossoli

Pikada stooped and picked up the dead creatures weapon. It was a finely honed single edge sword, designed for a single or double handed grip. It had also successfully deflected a torrent of his energy blasts before he had wore its owner down and scored a hit which had left a smoking crater in the aliens chest, he grinned fiercely as he took the swords scabbard from the corpse. Pikada had always fancied bladed weapons, and he had never found a blade of this quality.

The inhabitants of this world were strange, pudgy and lilac in color, they averaged a power level of only 400, yet the resisted physical damage that would have crushed much stronger opponents.

This was a cause of concern for Nori, who was the groups weakest energy user, sure Nori could fly, fire basic blast, even deflect weak blast, but he never acquired the skill of specializing his attacks to best suit his fighting style.

Nori was currently regretting this, as he was being pummeled by a dozen of the alien creatures. Though the strikes were not that powerful, they were plentiful, and many slipped through his defenses. His stamina was beginning to wane, but he was dealing damage back, He threw up his forearms into a block, shielding his face from jab thrown by one of the stronger aliens. This left his lower vitals open, but much of the damage thrown to his guts was absorbed by his armor. He saw an opening, lifting up on the ball of his left foot he grasped the strongest attackers face, his hand covering the purple lips. His attacker opened his mouth to scream, just as Nori energized the most basic of ki attacks. Golden light radiated from the pudgy creatures porcine like nostrils, ears and after a brief burst of steam, eyes. Nori dropped the carcass, throwing his right elbow into the throat of another alien. He dropped his right foot, wheeling around with his left heel, driving it into the knee of a different attack. He was slowly diminishing the attack, and he smiled fiercely at overcoming a greater number of attackers. His smile suddenly turned to shock as pain ripped momentarily through him, replaced nearly instantly by numbness. He looked down, where the bloody point of a single edge sword protruded through the center of his chest. He felt a foot on his back, watched as the blade made a sharp twist, and went sprawling forward as the foot kicked out. Blood geysered from the gaping wound, darkening the light grey material of his battle armor. Nori hit the ground in a jumble. He tried to call out for help, but only dark blood spilled out from his mouth. He tried to breath, but his lungs felt heavy. He knew instinctively that he was drowning on his own blood, and was strangely relieved when darkness took him.

Tarma witnessed just the last part of Nori's battle. He noticed the sword wielding alien flick the blade from his blade with smart snap of his wrist. Tarma blasted away from the creatures attacking him, towards the alien with the sword. He drew back his hand, forming a knife edge with his open fingers. Blue energy encompassed his arm, and he sliced it through the air at the alien. The creature tried to block, but the Saiyan's speed was far superior, the energy enhanced hand sliced cleaning through the creatures neck, the head spiraling away as the body sank slowly to the ground. Tarma spun once on the ground, sending blast out towards the few remaining aliens surrounding Nori's motionless body. He then leaned over his friend. Shaking his head as he saw the eyes. They stared out into the sky, but the would never see it again. A white burst of energy erupted from Tarma, and he glanced around for a new target.

Angel meanwhile spun one of the aliens around her, releasing it on a high parabolic arc into the sky. She pumped her arms furiously, releasing orbs of energy to surround the alien form. As the the creature reached the height of its flight she grasped her hands together and screamed "Singularity Burst!"

The orbs slammed together, reaching a critical mass when they converged on the alien, the force was so mighty that for a millisecond not even light could escape the epicenter. Violet blood and mushed body parts rained down from where the being had lost its life.

Bea faced off against what could only be the Alien defense's leader. He stood taller than any other lilac hued creature on the field, and sported an impressive power level of 6,000 according to his scouter. Bea and the creature traded attacks, each blocking the other's kicks and and punches while looking for openings in the other's defenses. Dark purple blood seeped from the alien's thin lips, while red blood dripped from Bea's nose. He gingerly touched his tongue to a tooth, making sure it wasn't loose. The creature threw an uppercut, pivoting to increase the force behind the hit. Bea dropped back slightly, only avoiding the strike by a breathe. He brought his hands together on the stubby ears of the creature, cupping them as they hit, It hissed in pain, and jolted back, it's right arm still raised. Bea's aura burst from him, white energy cascading around. He jammed his right boot firmly to the ground, focusing his energy into his left foot, which was currently sweeping up into the Alien leader's armpit. He made contact with enough force to lift the alien into the air, the kick turning a nerve ganglion into pulp, causing the right arm to drop and hang like a dead limb from a tree.

Bea's scouter informed him of a massive drop in the creatures energy. It sank to a knee, cradling its right arm with its left. Bea rose quickly into the air. He turned his right palm skyward, a purple energy formed within. The energetic orb flared many times in size. Bea looked downward, his facing looking demonic in the radiant energy of the energy ball, he turned his arm down, so that his palm faced out towards the damaged creature. "Burning Ice Blast!"

The beam shot down, enveloping the alien, disintegrating it's body and cratering the planet below. Bea looked around, the field was littered with the corpses of the dead creatures, but it was the motionless form wearing the same armor as him that caught his attention.

He noticed Tarma looking at him, and winced inside when he slowly shook his head. It was too late for Nori.

The four Saiyans stood quietly around a sturdy pile of what passed for wood on this world. Nori rested atop the wood frame, his eyes firmly pressed closed, a few of his personal belongings from the storage of his pod had been placed with him.

"Nori was the weakest amongst us. But what he lacked in power level, he surpassed in ambition. He'd live yet if not struck down from behind. And he died a warrior, his enemies' blood upon him. He was a good friend and a valiant warrior, and we of the Saiyans Mercenaries Guild will miss him. He'll live on around our cook fires, and when one day our each of us are bested, we will join him in the after world." Bea bowed his head slightly as he finished speaking, then turned to look at Pikada, who stood to his left.

"Nori would always have your back, and he never fell asleep on watch." Pikada looked up the the stars shimmering through the hazy sky, then turned to Angle and nodded.

"I knew Nori well before we joined with you guys. He always tried, He was a low class warrior with a high class spirit. I hope in death he finds the strength he always sought in life." She looked at Tarma, who cleared his throat.

"He took a bunch of the bastards with him. And the one who dealt the final blow, didn't live long enough to brag about it." Together as a group they extended their right hands, firing a blast apiece into Nori's funeral pyre.

He blazed away even as their pods rocketed into space.