Capsule Corp. HQ

"Dad says that Vegeta should be about out of fuel." Bulma spoke to anyone who'd listen.

Bea's left eye slit open, he sat in a lounging chair, his feet kicked back, he was enjoying the cool afternoon weather. Earth was boring, but it had beautiful weather. He turned his head towards Bulma. "I've thought I've felt his energy these past few hours, just a tickle on the edge of my senses."

"Why are you worried about Vegeta anyway,Bulma?" Yamcha asked sternly.

"Well I just dreamt about his last night is all."

"You dreamt about Vegeta?"

"Yeah, he's a good kisser…"

"You kissed him!?"

"It was just a dream Yamcha!"

"But still…"

The human's consistent whining had begun to grind on Bea's nerves, he sat up and interrupted, "It was a dream, Yamcha!" Yamcha stared at Bea, who sat up in chair. Bea smiled. "It's been a while since I was able to fight full out human. Unless you wish to experience the after world, I'd suggest you carefully think your next move."

"Bea!" Bulma reached over and grabbed his ear, "Don't you talk to him that way!"

"Ouch, Ouch, Hey, Damnit woman let go!"

Bulma released his ear, and Yamcha sent him a sly smirk. Then their moment was broken by the overhead scream of a space ship breaking into the lower atmosphere. Vegeta was home.

The crash of the ship brought Pikada outside, dressed in a black undershirt, gym shorts, and gym shoes. He had a white towel draped over his shoulders, and dabbed at his forehead with it. Tarma followed out in the same outfit, minus the black shorts, which he had replaced with an orange pair. Angel come behind them in a teal sports bra, and black tights. They had all been sparring in the Capsule Corp Gravity Room. Bea felt a slight twinge of guilt, He had followed his training since 'moving' to Earth, but not as much as the rest of his team.

Pikada was secretly gunning for a chance at Vegeta, a chance to fight the Prince of All Saiyans would be a great honor, and Pikada had told Bea in private that he figured his chances at about even.

Bea stretched and stood, Black cargo pants tucked into tan boots, Olive shirt hanging over the pants, He grabbed his calf length duster from the chair and draped it over his shoulders, joining the crowd heading to welcome Vegeta home.

"Wake up!" Pikada's voice sank through the fog of Bea's sleep and he shot up in the soft bed preferred by the humans. Pikada stood in the open doorway to Bea's room at the Brief's residence. For some reason that escaped Bea in his still dreary trance like state, Pikada was tugging his maroon and gold armor over his grey jump suit. Bea's eyes went wide.

"What's going on, Pikada?"

"Trouble, huge power level, woke me up, I think even Angel felt it, she was dressing when I knocked on her room. You were really out man, really out."

Bea opened a chest drawer up, pulling out his jump suit and slid it on. He tugged his boots on then grabbed his armor and gloves, heading out to the courtyard.

Tarma and Angel were standing there dressed, Vegeta also stood there, dressed in a pink shirt shirt. Bea noticed this and quickly turned away, Pikada on the other hand simply stood and stared.

"Have you never seen the color pink before, boy?" Exclaimed the Saiyan Prince.

"Of course, why we once wiped out an entire planet of pink warriors, they put up a…" Pikada shut up as Bea stepped sharply on his foot.

"That power level..?" Bea looked towards Vegeta, the question being clearly implied.

"Frieza."

"And he's way stronger than before!" Krillin added as he and Gohan landed, the young hybrid Saiyan dressed in blue and white battle armor.

The group flew towards the Northern Wastelands, hoping to lure Frieza there away from the population on the planet.

Tarma flew closer to Bea. "We can't beat him, Bea. I can even feel how strong he is, and I haven't mastered that little trick like you and Pikada. We should leave. Our ship isn't far from where we're heading…"

"Tarma, we've been fighting together to a real long time, so I'm going to forget you said any of this. But remember, Frieza destroyed our planet, and these folks have been damned kind to us, my honor won't let us abandon them. This is as good of a place to die as any."

Ahead, unobserved by anyone else, Piccolo's antennae twitched, the conversation being stored away.

They landed in the mountainous plateaus, and they didn't wait long as Frieza's large ship landed, smashing mounds of earth flat as it did.

"I wish my Dad was here." Gohan said, with a tremor in his voice.

"Me too, Gohan." Krillin said, putting his hand on the child's shoulder.

"Well Kakarot is not here, so it's up to us to defeat Frieza." Vegeta said gruffly.

The ship's ramp slowly lowered, and a number of people walked down it, silhouetted in the light were two similar shaped beings, one being very small, the other enormous.

Tarma fidgeted around, he looked at his teammates in turn, lingering a moment longer on Angel than anyone else.

She caught his eye, he looked away sharply, and then back to her face. She nodded tersely, then put her attention to the gang walking down the ramp.

"You guys…" He said just loudly enough for them to hear. "These guys are far too strong." He shifted nervously, looking again at Angel. This time she ignored him.

"Tarma, keep your place." Bea said to the visibly frightened man.

The two leading figures emerged into the light, purple and white reflected, gunmetal gray shimmered. The short one smiled.

"Earth." He took in a deep breath. "You smell that air."

The tallest one inhaled. "Yes, it is quite splendid."

"This planet should fetch quite the price"

He looked over the assembled crowd appraisingly. He didn't look very impressed.

Tarma looked at Bea, then Pikada. He looked back at Frieza, and swallowed. He took another glance, this time at Angel, then with a sudden flare of energy he flew up and towards Frieza, bowing to one knee.

"Tarma, you bastard." Bea said softly. Pikada went to draw his sword, but Bea placed a hand on top of his, and shook his head. "He's made his choice, we'll see how it plays out." He reached out and grabbed Angel by her shoulder pads. "That goes for you too. We might die this day, but when this fight starts, we take that traitor with us."

They both nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile The smaller figure with the metal ladened face motioned for Tarma to join his ranks, which he did, but he took obvious care not to look at his former team.

Frieza spoke quietly to assembled mass of fighters. Suddenly a group of Frieza's men attacked. Just as suddenly they fell apart in pieces. A new fighter had appeared, much to everyone's surprise. His purple hair blew around in the wind, his denim jacket flapped in time.

"Who's that?" Bea asked to anyone.

"I don't know." Came the reply from Piccolo.

Across the distance the traitor Tarma gaped like a gaffed fish.

In the distance the new fighter traded words with the two beings, who were now visible. One was definitely Frieza, the other apparently his father.

The three remaining members of the SMG gasped along with most of the other Earthlings present as the new fighter's power surged. He was enveloped by a brilliant golden aura, his hair stood up and turned gold, Bea noticed that Vegeta seemed aggravated at this development.

Frieza moved to attack, his blast was easily deflected by the golden warrior, in a swift flurry of moves, the warrior made quick work of him of Frieza, slicing him into chunks with a double side two handed sword. Before Frieza had to time to register he had died the stranger disintegrated him with a single ki blast.

The other alien with Frieza yelled out for him. 'Probably his father then.' Thought Bea.

Krillin spoke to the group, "I can't believe he defeated Frieza so… Easily…" The little human looked shaken to his very soul. "That monster killed me with out even touching me on Namek…"

Pikada looked at him strangely. "Killed you? You look very alive to me."

"Well you know…" The bald man started.

Piccolo coughed, interrupting him. Krillin fell still, Pikada stored the conversation away for latter.

Out by the newly arrived starship, the person with the golden hair talked quietly to the larger alien. Bea noticed Tarma, not to far away, the fear rising from him almost palpable. He had escaped the golden haired warriors notice so far.

The stranger suddenly unsheathed his Sword, handing it to the Alien. He looked at it as though he was interested, but his body language made Bea's nerves itch.

"He's going to strike him down with his own weapon." Bea glanced at Vegeta, who nodded his agreement.

The large alien struck, the man with the gold hair swiftly caught the sword between fingers and thumb. The gathered group gasped together, with the exception of Piccolo and Vegeta. The man fired a blast through the alien's torso.

Pikada smirked, "He'll feel that in the morning."

Angel grinned devilishly, "No, He won't feel that anywhere but in hell."

The man with golden hair extended his arm one more time. And the large alien perished.

The man fired one more blast destroying Frieza's vessel. Then his aura faded and his hair turned back to normal.

Bea kept a very watchful eye on the smoldering wreckage. Just as he started to turn towards the stranger that was approaching the group he noticed a slight movement.

"Traitor." He said more to himself than anyone. His aura flashed around him, and with a single step he faded from the group and appeared in front of the source of the movement.

"Be…be…Bea. Help m…m…m…me." The ship's explosion had caught Tarma by surprise.

Bea knelt. "Help you? Why would I help a traitor Tarma?"

"Pa…panicked."

"You tried to save your own miserable ass." Bea felt his rage stirring inside guts. Every moment he shared the air with the traitor ignited further that feeling.

"So strong… Frieza…"

"So you left us, you left these people who've helped us. Because you feared strength?"

Tarma's eyes suddenly locked onto Bea's, as if he had figured out where he was. "No, no. I was going to help. Was going to…" He gulped, "you know, hit from behind."

Bea's anger became more evident, hisaura started to flare with a yellow light, his hair became more spiked, his pupils faded. His power doubled instantly. He felt the eyes of his friends, of Vegeta and the Earthlings. Of the stranger. He heard a foot step, followed by a gauntleted hand grasping muscle. In a far off place he heard the Prince of Saiyans tell someone to wait.

Bea felt his power surge. He grasped Tarma by the throat and stood, dragging the injured Saiyan to his tip toes.

"You dare lie to me!" Bea screamed. "You further dishonor yourself in front of your commander? In front of Royal Blood!"

"You hated the royals". Tarma gasped between clutched teeth. He dug at Bea's arms to try and relapse the vice like grip.

"It's true I harbor no love for the King, he wronged me. His son never did. His son was on the lines with us."

"Have mercy, Bea, give me another chance."

The mist of rage boiled over, the flames of hate took Bea's mind away.

"Mercy? Mercy it is then, old friend…"

He squeezed his hand.

There was a sharp crackling, followed by a wet ripping sound.

Tarma collapsed to the ground, his hands sought out the painful wound.

Bea opened his hand, a bloody chunk of flesh fell to the dirt. Blood spurted from the gaping wound, and through grasping fingers for a solid ten pumps. Then Tarma found his fate in other world.

He turned and flew towards the group. The Humans stepped back, Vegeta, Piccolo, Gohan, and the stranger stood their ground.

"Prince Vegeta. The traitor is dead."

Bea's eyes turned to normal. His hair fell back to place. He slumped as the power left him.

Vegeta turned from the panting Bea towards the stranger. "Who are you?"

"I came to meet Goku."

"Kakarot isn't back…"

"He will be, in about two hours? You want to go meet him with me? Come on."

"Hold on." Vegeta spoke up. "Who are you?"

The stranger looked at him, his expression somewhere between sadness and awe. "I can't say, but I really must speak to Goku."

"Do you know my dad?" Asked Gohan excitedly.

"No, but I know of him." A similar expression crossed his face. "And he should be here in a couple of hours."

Krillin and Gohan grabbed each other's hands and spun about, "He's coming home!"

"Humph." Vegeta grunted, then crossed his arms and floated skyward. "Let's go then."

As a group they flew to where the stranger said Goku would arrive.

After waiting about half an hour, Pikada strode to the the purple haired man. "That's a very interesting blade. May I…?"

The man reached up and pulled the blade free from behind him. "Sure, mind if I take a look at yours?"

Pikada's blade swept free with a flourish, he reach out with it in he left hand, pommel out, and accepted the other sword with his right.

They both inspected the blades, each took a few swipes, getting a feel for the balance and swiftness of each. While they did this, the rest frolicked and talked, awaiting Goku's return. Expect Bea, Vegeta, and Piccolo who watched the two swordsmen.

"Who'll strike first?" Asked Bea casually.

"Your friend Pikada." Replied Piccolo, "He has a bit of a blood lust, even for a Saiyan."

"The purple haired boy." Vegeta said knowingly.

The moment was destroyed by the ringing crash of two swords. A flurry of slashes, jabs, parry, and blocks, too fast for the average person to follow. Then as the stranger swung down, Pikada hooked his blade into the stranger's pommel. The both twisted, the blades screaming into the sky. The stranger tipped his head, and his sword dropped flawlessly into its awaiting scabbard, as Pikada twisted to his right exposing his own scabbard on his left hip, the sword secured itself with a satisfying click. The two bowed to each other, and Pikada rejoined the rest of the group.

The wait was boring. Not much was said, but at once those who could sense power levels swing their heads up.

"Daddy's home!" Gohan yelled in jubilation.

Overhead a pod came streaking in, it leveled slightly then crashed into the desert. The group went together to the impact site.

In the crater the pod's hatch cracked open, and a figure stood, shrouded by vapors.

A chorus of "Goku" rang out, along with an excited call for daddy.

The figure looked up. "Hi guys! How did you know I'd be here?"

Bulma pointed at the stranger, "He told us." She said matter-of-factly.

"Do you know him Dad?" Gohan asked sheepishly

"No, who is he?"

"You really don't know?" Bulma stammered.

"No, not at all."

"He really knew you'd be here, right now, Goku."

"That's weird. Frieza must have seen my capsule, but he passed me on the way to Earth, man he was really moving out. Someone with an awesome power level defeated him though. Was it you Piccolo? Or You Vegeta? Or you…, Hey who are you guys?"

Bulma pointed at each in turn, "That's Bea, Pikada, and Angel."

"They're Saiyans like us and Vegeta, Dad!" Gohan jabbered excitedly.

Piccolo pointed to the stranger. "He defeated Frieza, and his father also. He didn't even break a sweat." He grinned down at Goku, then nonchalantly finished. "And he went super saiyan, just like you."

Bea's ears perked at the mention of super saiyan. He'd heard the legends, and he had secretly wondered if perhaps his rage fuel transformation was the legendary power, but his power was nothing compared to stranger's while he was transformed. He strained to hear more.

"A super saiyan? And so young too! I'm impressed. Vegeta I thought we were the last Saiyans?"

"We are, us and these three who showed up from the other side of the damned universe one day. I'm sure of it."

Goku laughed, placing a hand behind his head, his smile reached all the way to his eyes, and was somewhat infectious."Well you know, anything's possible, and he seems like a Saiyan. And those three still have their tails! Man I really missed out on a lot while I was gone."

"You. Are. So. Careless!" Bulma screamed.

"I am? Hmm." His smile switched instantly to a look of bewilderment.

"Is he an idiot?" Pikada whispered to Bea.

Bea only nodded.

"I need to speak with you privately, Goku." The stranger stepped forward.

"Alright."

"You mean we can't hear it too?" Yamcha asked.

"Sorry, Yamcha, just wait a little, okay?"

The two flew off quite a distance. Everyone watched for a bit.

Suddenly Goku flashed with a golden aura, his hair turned golden and spiky, and massive energy rolled off of him in waves.

"Dad went super saiyan!"

"Kak…Kak…" Vegeta stammered at the sight

In the distance the two continued talking. Then abruptly the other man went through the same change. Another wave of power rolled over the waiting crowd.

"He went Super Saiyan too!" Yamcha yelled.

"They aren't fighting. What are they doing? Tien asked calmly.

"Dammit!" Bellowed Vegeta.

With a blinding quickness the younger of the two pulled his sword and swung it hard at the older Saiyan.

"Such speed…"gasped Pikada.

The strike stopped short. The two made some distance between one another, but the younger one again lifted his sword. The one known by the earthlings Goku held up a single finger.

"No, he can't be that crazy." Angel spoke with awe.

"I'm not sure crazy is the word." Pikada replied. "He's strong beyond measure…"

There was a flurry of movement from the swordsman, but Goku stood still, moving on his arm. The attack stopped as quickly as it began.

"Whew, he put away his sword!" Yamcha said in relief.

"And Goku put away his finger." Joked Krillian.

The two continued talking. Occasionally throwing glances at the crowd. At one point the stranger pointed at Goku and he immediately collapsed, much to Vegeta's dismay.

A few more minutes and the stranger flew off, and Goku joined his friends.

"What was that about?" Asked Yamcha.

"Nothing really."

"If you won't tell them Goku, I will…" Growled Piccolo.

"You heard?!"

"My ears aren't just for decoration you know."

"But you can't tell them about…"

Piccolo interrupted, "I won't say anything that will affect that part of the future, but they have the right to know. If we don't train, and I mean train hard, for the next 3 years we all die."

He straightened and spoke again, "Three years from now, on the 12th of May, around 10:00 A.M…."