A few months after the death of Nori – Unknown Planet.
Angel struggled in the grasp of one of Frieza's soldiers. He was tall, with deep emerald scales, and wickedly thrashing tail that was half as long as he was tall. She beat uselessly on his bracers, trying to get his crushing grip on her throat to loosen. Before her scouter had been knocked off he had registered a power level of 24,000, which was three times higher than her normal fighting power. She tried to concentrate hard enough to form an attack, but the black spots of diminished blood flow danced on the periphery of her vision.
Suddenly though, the grip did loosen slightly, the soldiers head also snapped sideways on his thick sinewy neck. Bea was suddenly visible, his long hair swishing behind him as he firmly planted his armor capped boot into the junction of the soldier's neck and shoulder. He twirled, snapping out with his other boot, impacting the same spot of the original hit.
The soldier's eyes lost focus momentarily as the dual blows muddled his mind.
At the same time Angel powered out of the grasp. She performed an in flight flip, and raised her right boot high above the soldier's head, it reached the top of it's arc, then slammed towards the warrior's face.
The soldier smiled as his mind cleared and he quickly assessed the situation. He knew he could easily avoid this attack, even with the annoyance behind him. He raised his arms above his head to block.
Angel abruptly tucked her right leg in, the strike missed the crossed arms. She drove her left leg up instead. It made contact directly with the surprised soldier's chin and his head slammed backwards on his already badly overly stretched and damaged muscles.
He looked directly into Bea's smirking face.
"Hi." Bea said while he locked his hands together, he drove them upwards against they back of his enemy's skull, which snapped back towards Angel's incoming open palm. A golden flare washed across his face, and he was momentarily blinded. Bea's hands reached the apex of their path, and he separated them, forming an ultraviolet sphere in each one, he swung them down to both sides of the soldier's face and released them both. They both exploded, blood bursting from the soldier's ears.
The powerful being plummeted towards the ground, blinded and deafened. On the ground Tarma cupped his palms outward, a brilliant energy beam erupting from them. The Soldier was suddenly awash in the powerful beam, and he sailed away from the Saiyan a few feet from the ground.
There was a whispering sound, but the tumbling warrior never heard it. The beam carried him towards Pikada, who with a dancer's grace had pulled his sword from the scabbard. Blue energy arced up his hands and across the blade. There was a twitch of motion, and Frieza's soldier's head went flying upwards at a severely different angle, than the body, which crashed to the turf.
"One down, four to go." Pikada said, as he knelt and wiped the blade clean on the fallen soldier's uniform. His left hand shot out, catching the head as is it tumbled to the ground.
Bea and Angel settled to ground, Angel working her throat with her thumbs.
"You alright?" Bea asked Angel as he scanned around with his scouter. Angel nodded yes.
There had been five of Frieza's elite soldiers on this planet, and they had been surprised as the four Saiyans landed. At first the SMG had been friendly to them, but they were instantly hostile towards the Saiyans, making mention of the eradication of their race, and that Frieza wouldn't be happy about more survivors.
That comment had puzzled Bea but he hadn't had time to really contemplate, as the weakest of the Soldiers had petitioned his leader to "Let me handle these monkeys."
The ensuing battle had carried them far from their original position, littering the path with debris. Bea turned towards the damaged countryside, "Go!" His aura burst around him and the ground beneath his feet exploded as shot away. Pikada, Angel, and Tarma followed close behind him.
Their scouters all chattered at them, four power levels ahead, the highest 39,000 the lowest 28,000. They had of course dispatched the weakest member, but it had taken all four of them. Bea's power level was 24,000. Extremely high for his classification, Angel's level was only 8,000 while Pikada's was 21,500 and Tarma's was 17,000. Bea considered himself a realist, and he knew they weren't likely to win this battle.
"I'm going to try to get them to come at us one at a time. If we have to fight them all at once we won't have a chance."
Pikada spit at this, "No, they're cocky, we can take them…"
Angel shook her head, "No Pikada, that last one, well he was toying with me, He was a triple strong bastard. The rest are even stronger."
"Was." Pikada replied with an air of superiority.
Tarma looked between the three, "I think we should divide their forces…"
Bea blasted ahead, closing the gap between Frieza's men. He landed directly in font of the strongest, crossing his arms and wrapping his tail around his waist.
"So," He spoke out harshly, "Your teammate sends his well wishes." Pikada landed in a crouch beside him.
He grinned, "He said he'd have been back sooner, but the way back seemed to have slipped his mind." He tossed the head at the soldier's feet. Bea shot him a sideways look. Pikada looked almost gleeful at being able to taunt the more powerful group.
The soldier looked down, He stood at least twice as tall as Pikada, with a thin build, His flesh was flour white, with orange tufts of fur sprouting from various places. He had a thin horn sprouting from each side of his head.
He lifted his foot, pulping the dead man's head instantly. "My name is Captain Mooba, these," he motioned grandly, "are my fighting force, Aarani, Zeebo, and Gir." He scraped his booted foot against a rock,"You've already met Jomoro…"
Angel and Tarma had joined them by now, and Mooba looked down his nose at each of them. "Four Saiyans. Lord Frieza is not normally this sloppy"
Aarani smirked, "Maybe he wanted some monkeys for his zoo…" Aarani was the shape and color of an over ripe blueberry, with a wide mouth and close set eyes. "They are an endangered species after all."
Mooba shook his head. "No, he wanted them extinct."
Bea's head tilted slighted, "Wanted us extinct? Planets Vegeta was wiped out by a meteor storm."
"Fool! Do you really believe that?" Mooba laughed, throwing his head back. "Frieza blasted your little world into dust monkey. Seemed there was rebellion in your ranks." He held up his hand, extending his three fingers and single thumb. "And now I can count the number of Saiyans left on one hand."
Deep inside of Bea's heart he knew the tall slender man told the truth. He, no, they had all had friends on Planet Vegeta. A blood red mist took his vision, his heart hammered in his chest. His muscles screamed in spasm, and his aura exploded violent around him. White with flares of yellow lightning. He lifted his head towards the dimming daylight and yelled to the heavens.
Pikada, Tarma, and Angel all choose that time to strike. Mooba caught Pikada's kick with the crook of his elbow, Angel's punch with the hand of the same arm, and Tarma's over head strike with the hand of his other arm. With a flurry of movement he sent them all flying. Pikada caught himself in mid flight, turning to unleash a barrage of ki blast at the four enemies. Tarma bounced across the ground, eventually finding his footing and launching back into action, while Angel slammed into a cliff nearby. The shadows being cast grew longer by the moment as the sun of this planet began to set.
Bea's aura burst fully golden, his red hair dancing around as the energies surrounding him increased. His pupils faded, leaving on white orbs in his face. He surged at Mooba.
Mooba bowed over as Bea's uppercut impacted deep into his scrawny guts. Bloody spittle erupted from his mouth as Bea sent a series of hooks and jabs into his face. Only a small part of Bea's mind was aware of what was going on.
His companions, seeing his sudden success with Mooba turned their attention to other three soldiers. They converged on Aarani first, their combined attack pushing him back. A fierce series of kicks and punches quickly overwhelmed his defenses, followed by a blistering series of Ki attacks, He lay bleeding and moaning on the ground, bloody foam gurgling from his mouth with every breath.
Pikada kicked him over unto his back, as his sword whispered free from its scabbard. "I will see you again one day in hell. When I get there, I look toward to do this over and over for many, many years." He stabbed his sword viciously into Aarani's open mouth, teeth shattered as his jaws convulsed shut. The plump creature spasmed, then went completely still and limp. Pikada removed the sword with a flourish, Indigo shaded blood forming a perfect arc as it flew from the blade. "Two down. Three to go."
While Aarani expired in the dust of this alien world, Bea pushed back his boss. Punches and Kicks flew from the Saiyan as though they were as natural and automatic as breathing. Bea had no control over his actions, this strange new energy filling him with a power he never knew existed. His mind wanted to fight for control, but his subconscious wouldn't let him. The deepest parts of him knew that to gain control, would be to lose this magnificent power. So he allowed his body to have it's own lead.
Mooba was scared, for the first time in decades he knew real fear. This saiyan's power level had jumped two fold, rising almost to 50,000 in a single blink of the eye. And now he scored hit after hit, while Mooba, one of Frieza's most elite warriors couldn't land a single blow. His scouter suddenly chirped, showing one of the power levels fading too zero. One of his men. This wasn't good.
Bea's scouter had been ripped off during the initial phase of this fight, but the part of his mind which was conscious to the events that were unfolding suddenly focused inwards. He had felt the warrior die. His mind could feel each individual power level, without the scouter. This sudden surprise seemed to over tax his subconscious, and the right hook he had just thrown at Mooba's bruised face missed by scant millimeters.
Mooba took the initiative, rocking Bea's head back with an uppercut followed by a powerful kick to the stomach. Bea soared skyward, His yellow aura slipping back into white, His mind now fully back in his control. The overwhelming power that had inhabited his body was gone, and with it the advantage he had had over Mooba. Mooba took to the sky, appearing suddenly behind Bea. He slammed his fist into Bea's back, shattering the armored outer layer to the kidney pads of his armor with the force. Bea yelled out as he slammed into the ground, and tons of pulverized rock was sent flying. Mooba landed directly on top of him, both knees driving him further into the bedrock. Blood and spittle erupted from Bea's mouth, he thought he felt something deep inside of his guts give way. A strong hand grasped his waist long hair and lifted him from his crater. The world become a blur as he was spun. Mooba pivoted on one foot, spinning Bea like a throwing hammer. He spun with greater and greater velocity, and then he let Bea go. The saiyan soared into the heavens.
He fought to gain control of his flight, finally catching himself at the apex of his curve. He looked down into the growing darkness, where an orange energy seemed to be pulsing. He was too far from Mooba to hear what words came from his lips, but Bea knew a finishing attack when he saw one.
He dropped each of his hands to his sides. Palms out. "Double…" Ultraviolet orbs burst into being in each palm, "Burning..." Each of the orbs grew 1000 fold in size, He pulled both arms back, "Ice…" He took a deep breath, focusing the energy as much as possible, seeing the final outcome in his minds eye. Mooba released his attack, and it boiled upwards towards Bea, its energy like an angry orange star going supernova. Bea swept his arms toward the approaching beam. "Blast!" His palms twisted together as they made contact, the rich purple orbs forming into a burning beam of raw energy and racing towards the energy of his enemy.
Both of the warriors' beams collided, washing the now dark landscape with a brilliant white glow. Mooba sank slightly as the ground beneath him collapsed and then exploded away.
The two warriors pushed against each other, the energy beam slipping closer to Bea as they pushed. Bea knew his own energy was slipping away, but he could feel Mooba's energy dropping also. He could sense that the Captain's power was fading quicker than his, in his mind he could see Pikada attacking Zeebo, while Tarma and Angel concentrated on Gir.
Bea focused him mind back on his purple energy beam. The rolling tempest of the two merging attacks slipped closer to him, though slower than it had been a few moments before. He double downed, roaring defiantly and pushed back with all of his might. His white aura flared out angrily.
The beam's progress towards him stopped, the light from the joined beams flaring, making the night sky turn to day.
Mooba yelled out "I know you're dying Saiyan! I can see you fading."
Bea grunted as Mooba then increased his power, the malestorm formed by the conflicting attacks surged towards him, getting closer by the second. He felt the power levels that surrounded him. Pikada was about to claim his third victory for they day, while Tarma and Angel also seemed to be beating their opponent.
All the while their leader was only seconds away from being obliterated. It was almost funny, and he was damned proud of them all. Pride. At the end of the day, all a Saiyan really owned was their pride.
"Fuck this." He thought back to Planet Vegeta, to the populace who didn't get to fight their final battle. He narrowed his eyes, off to the left he saw one of the moons of this world rising over the horizon, half hidden by rocky mountains. His concentration lapsed, just for a moment.
Mooba's blast over took Bea.
The explosion split the night, when the light cleared, Pikada looked at his fallen foe, the aliens green ichor dripping to the pulverized rock beneath his feet. "Three down, Two to go."
He heard Mooba laugh. Pikada looked to where the last vestiges of the blast faded. There was no trace of Bea.
Mooba turned his attention now to Pikada, who was definitely feeling the battles catching up with him. Mooba smiled. "One down, three to. Go." He said mockingly.
Pikada rushed him, sword held low, and Mooba turned to meet him.
Mooba's first hit sent Pikada sprawling. He stood shakily, and spit out a stream of blood as he did. For a quick moment he saw two Moobas. Pikada shook his head, clearing his vision. Blue energy danced down his sword as he prepared for the next strike.
Then to his left, the world exploded.
Or at least part of it did.
Standing there, silhouetted in the light from a powerful blast stood the unmistakable form of Bea, shoulders slumped, hair being tossed about by the explosion. Behind him, centered in the huge furrow gouged along the planet's surface, standing out from the settling debris, was a full moon.
A familiar feeling grasped Pikada's very being.
Angel and Tarma turned to gaze upon it, smiles playing across both of their faces.
In the distance, Bea had already begun to change…