The three Saiyans had asked to return to the surface after hearing the proposition. Bea stared off into the distance and mentally counted power levels.

"I feel maybe three dozen Namekians total." He said to everyone.

Pikada nodded, "I'd agree with that, the one that probably calls himself King does seem to be pretty strong. Nothing we can't handle."

What do you think Angel, should we accept their offer?

"They seem to be on the up and up… But I don't necessarily look forward to fighting over 30 Namekians."

"I'm hoping we only end up fighting one, if that many…"

"They've invaded this world Bea, they're not going to just leave."

"One can hope though. I agree though, a fight will at least come down between us and their king. I think we should beat him easily."

"I don't know, Namekians have impressive skills and talents that we do know off, I'd hate to think what they're hiding."

"Why are you so intent on finding Yardrat?" Pikada interjected.

"Instant Transmission."

"A neat trick is all, Bea." Angel said.

"Properly used I think it's a life saver. I guess I just feel like I have to learn it."

"More talking with your younger self?" Pikada asked warily.

"Not this time." Bea chuckled. "No, this is a hunch, but seeing Kakarot use it was impressive. He looked back towards the Namekian power sources. "Anyway, back to this, are we in?"

"You know we are." Angel answered gruffly.

"Yep." Pikada agreed.

They flew in a vee formation above the local cloud line. The further from the capital city they flew, the more intensive the destruction became. The power of Lorpt eased ever so closer as the cruised. Below to the north was a bombed out city, Angel's scouter screamed a warning about radiation.

"I can't believe they've nuked their own cities…" Pikada sounded disgusted.

"Why? Remember the Tasalian? Once they knew we had defeated them, they blew their own damn planet up. 'Better they die than spend a day of servitude', they said. Nori almost died that day. Remember that? His vertical thrusters went offline, we barely had enough lift to tow him up…" Bea reminisced aloud.

"Desperate times…" Pikada began, then turned his head. "Company."

Six creatures flew from the surface to the same altitude as them. The Saiyans came to a halt. Bea crossed his arms as he looked from one of the Namekians to another.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asked the lead Namekian.

"Honestly, we were just out for a quick fly around the wasteland. Looking for this and that." Bea bowed slightly, "How rude of me though, allow me to introduce my friends and myself. I am Bea, this is Pikada, and this Angel."

"The Inhabitants of this world can't normally fly…" One of the other alien creatures spoke up.

"That seems to be accurate. Yet here you are, flying, and here we are, also flying. What does that tell you about our situation."

"That you have a big mouth." The leader answered again.

"My friends often tell me that." Bea nodded. "Are any of you by chance, Lorpt? If not can you possibly direct us to his location?

"That's King Lorpt to you. And yeah, I could take you to him. But why waste time?"

"I did ask nicely…" Bea's grin turned into a smile.

"King Lorpt only sees who he wants to see. So fly away." He waved his hand dismissively.

"I'll have to ask my friends what they say."

"I wouldn't worry about your friends. I'd be more concerned about your enemies."

"Oh." Bea stroked his goat t thoughtfully for a few moments. "Actually, I'm never really worried about my enemies. You see, I don't have many. That are alive at least."

Angel moved first, fading from her position to the left of Bea, and appearing to the rear of all six Namekians. She grabbed the two closest to her by their heads, and clapped them together. There was a sickening squish as both of their heads popped like an overripe fruit.

"Looks like I have two less." Bea smiled.

The leader of this troop of Namekians turned towards the sound of splattering in time to see two of his men fall away. "How?!"

"Leave him alive. Kill the others." Bea said as he also faded and reappeared in the center of the four remaining Namekians. He snatched one at random by his antennae and sped upward with him.

"Listen, I'm a reasonable person. I can kill you, but you have information I'd find useful. Now if you'll tell me where Lorpt is, I can kill your boss and let you go. That's a fair deal right?"

"You don't scare me, You think I'd ever turn on the King?" His left arm suddenly extended out and wrapped around Bea. He let go as the arm constricted around his chest and squeezed. "Now we'll see who kills who." The Namekian started to smile.

Then he saw the look in Bea's eyes, and the smile turned to ice.

Bea was staring fiercely, a wide smile reaching all the way to his eyes. "I guess we will, won't we." One of his arms was free through the coils of the Namekian's arms, the other was cinched tight to his side. Bea simply extended the captured arm to the side, ripping through the namekian's coils effortlessly.

The green creature screamed. Bea punched him directly in his open mouth.

"See, you had a good offer there." He grabbed the creature by his antennae again, and then sent a knee into his stomach. Violet blood erupted from his mouth. He started coughing.

"It's not polite to cough with your mouth uncovered." Bea shook his head in a mockingly disappointed manner. "Very disappointed in you… Hmm, I never managed to learn any of your names. Too late now." Bea covered the namekian's mouth with an open palm.

"Burning Ice Blast!"

The namekian's legs and armed spasmed wildly as the ultraviolet energies melted into his face and then exited in a spray of blood and flesh through the junction of head and neck. The headless corpse plummeted landward.

While Bea was trying to negotiate with his target, Pikada had opted for the direct approach, he buried a fist into one of the other Namekian's gut. The Green alien's eyes bulged in agony. Pikada swung his other hand around, ki flared along its edge, and struck the stunned alien across the neck. His head snapped up. Pikada floated back, and assessed his next move.

Suddenly the Namekian shot his left arm out. It extended towards Pikada, the sharp tipped claws aimed for the center of his chest.

Pikada slipped to the right, and his sword whispered from its scabbard, he parried the arm with his open left palm, and cut neatly through it with the sword. The stump retracted to the Namekian, who looked at it in bewilderment. Pikada tossed the sword to his own left hand. His right grabbed the remains of the arm from the air, holding it by the wrist.

He faded from view, and appeared directly in front of the Namekian. Pikada stabbed through its shoulder, putting pressure enough on the sword to hold him in place.

He then raised the arm like a flail, and slammed it across the Namekian's face.

He continued the flog the green being with its own arm. Purple blood spilled from the stump, the arm, and the face of the beaten creature.

Pikada flipped the arm, pointing the claws out. He stabbed the hand through the Namekian's chest. At the same time he twisted the sword, and swiped up, through the chest and out through the opposite shoulder.

The gleam of life left his opponent's eyes.

Bea grabbed the leader quickly, while Pikada and Angel dealt quickly with the last opponent.

"Where is Lorpt?" Bea asked as he looked eye to eye with the Namekian leader.

The alien spit at him.

Bea slammed his forehead into his opponents nose. "Where is Lorpt?"

The Namekian swung his left arm towards Bea's face. Bea reached up with his free hand and caught the punch. He squeezed the wrist with enough power to cause the fist to unclench. Bea wrapped his left hand around his enemy's pinky and ring finger. He then let go grabbed the middle and index fingers with his right hand.

"Where is Lorpt?"

"Go to hell!"

"Ah, words, we're getting somewhere." Bea pulled his hands apart, the Namekian's hand split and separated like a zipper, as Bea pulled harder. Finally the split reached the shoulder. Both halves dangled in the wind as Bea let go.

The Namekian cried out in horror and pain.

Bea grabbed the other hand in the same manner.

"Where. Is. Lorpt?"

"I d-d-d-don't…" Bea began to pull. "Our base! In the mountains near the equator…"

Bea smiled. He let go. The Namekian's left arm flopped uselessly in two halves, his right was ruined below the elbow.

Bea moved away while glancing at Angel. He nodded subtlety.

She held out two fingers. "Meteor Lance!" A razor thin blue beam sliced into the the Namekian's chest, Angel twirled her finger and the beam cut wider and wider arcs into the alien.

The Saiyans were miles away before his body hit the ground.

They soared towards the planet's equator. There in the distance a large mountain rose above the horizon. Ten forms rose up from the surface. Bea looked at his comrades, "No holds barred. Take them out. No prisoners."

Pikada's energy flared as he dove towards the closest Namekian. Angle was right on his tail, energy was already flaring in her open hands.

Bea scanned left to right trying to figure out if any of this group could be Lorpt, he quickly decided that these were all minions. He watched as Pikada quickly sliced one of his targets in half. Angel release a tremendous attack and easily destroyed another. Bea hit the pack, grabbing one of the aliens by his throat with his right arm. His left arm pierced its chest, and the alien exploded as a ki blast erupted.

Lorpt watched as his forces were decimated. Somehow the inhabitants of this backwards planet had brought in heavy hitters. He looked around at his remaining guards, the strongest members of his army. He could feel the attackers, and couldn't remember ever feeling such energy. He grabbed his closest guard. "Do you all want to completely perish?" He said in a panic.

"No, King Lorpt!" All the guards replied, looking stunned.

"Allow me to absorb you, you'll become part of the strongest being ever."

The guard he was holding balked. He began to pull away. A different guard stepped forward. "I'll allow it, my King."

Lorpt quickly turned and placed his hand on the guards chest. There was a brilliant flash of light. The next guard stepped forward. "I'll also join you."

Lorpt smiled

Angel's elbow smashed a Namekian's face into a bloody smear as another of the dead aliens went flying by her, propelled by one of Pikada's ki blast. Bea's head suddenly spun around.

"What the hell was that?" He had noticed a major surge in energy. An couple of seconds later it increased even further.

"Found you!" He raised his hands above his head. "Inferno Glacier!"

A massive purple sphere appeared above his head, it swirled violently. Bea made a throwing motion and the energy sphere launched towards the hidden base.

In total, six of his guards had been absorbed. An enormous amount of energy coursed through him. Lorpt knew without doubt that he was invincible.

He suddenly noticed that the shadows around him were shifting, they grew longer and darker, and appeared cast in violet.

He looked up, and saw a massive energy ball rocketing towards him. Lorpt held out a hand, and a terrifying blast of gold ripped from his palm, arcing upwards towards Bea's attack.

A shockwave flattened most of the nearby trees and pulverized a large area into fine dust as the two attacks merged.

Bea stared in awe as his most powerful attack angled away from the planet.

"Shit." Bea said as Pikada and Angel settled inbeside him. He pointed to the figure in the distance. "Let's go."

They settled to the ground a few meters from the giant glowing Namekian.

"You must be Lorpt." Bea said with a false confidence.

"I am King Lorpt, ruler of this planet."

"Well that's not determined yet. I do have to ask though, this massive power, how did you happen to come by it."

"Are you Saiyans." Lorpt asked.

"I'm pretty sure we asked you first." Pikada said as he took a step forward.

Lorpt turned his face towards the shorter Saiyan. "And, as I said. I'm King. I do as I wish."

"We are indeed Saiyans. Now, your story is?" Bea crossed his arms as he asked.

"Well since you're all about to die, I see no harm in telling you a tale first." He pointed to space.

"Thousands of years ago, my ancestors left the green skies and blue fields of Namek behind to start their own colony. Nearly two hundred of them left, but the journey was perilous and long. When they finally reached a suitable world, only fifty or so remained."

Bea listened to the tale, trying hard to figure out the intense energy radiating from the alien. It was shifting frequency all over.

"We fought the planet, eventually establishing a thriving colony. In recent times though there was a split, the elders grew compliant. Some of us though grew tired of farming. We rebuilt one of the old ships and left, deciding to conquer a new world, to rebuild the Namekians as a warrior race. That brought us here, and we were doing just fine until you showed up and killed most of our forces. You're the first Saiyans I've ever met."

"And your power, it jumped by thousands of times."

"A little trick of our people, I simply absorbed my six strongest body guards. I feel that I should be safe in saying I'm more powerful than you by hundreds of percents."

"So, what do you say then, King Lorpt," Bea asked, the name dripping with sarcasm, "Shall it be a fight between just the two of us?"

He summed up the Saiyan, then nodded. "To the death then."

Bea motioned Pikada and Angel back. They flew off to a safer distance to watch.

Lorpt dropped into a high defense stance.

Bea balled his fist and dropped them to his side. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" He screamed. The rocks around his feet lifted into the air as his golden aura burst around. His long hair became spikey, and turned from his normal red hue to a brilliant gold. It danced around his shoulders as his eyes turned a bright turquoise.

He smiled.

"We Saiyans have our own tricks." He launched himself directly at Lorpt.

Who immediately disappeared and instantly reappeared to Bea's side. He slammed a double fisted axe chop into the back of the Saiyan's neck. Bea hit the ground in a sprawl, his eyes staring but apparently seeing nothing. His hair returned to normal, and he lay as still as the ground itself.

"Bea!" Angel flew forward. Lorpt fired a beam of energy at her, it pierced her chest and and she dug a furrow into the soil as she hit the ground.

Pikada looked from Angel to Bea and back. He could sense no energy from either. He then stared at Lorpt.

The Namekian hadn't even started to breath hard.

"You're free to leave, my Saiyan friend. The good news is your ship will be far more spacious." He laughed hard at his own joke.

Pikada lifted his head back and screamed.

His hand clenched so hard that blood erupted from beneath his nails. His veins and tendons stood out in chiseled knots, his muscles rippled from the energy flowing through them.

His aura exploded out. White, then red, back to white, then gold. It danced between the colors as his mind lost it's tether to his body.

The ground shattered beneath his feet, the rocks that had been torn loose disintegrating as they lifted above him. Another burst from his aura, this time lightning flashed around him.

Still he screamed.

Bea and Angel both tumbled lifelessly in the torrent of raw energy. His hair stood up, the intense energy caused it to separate into the jagged strands. Gold flashed through it. His eyes blanked out.

Another burst of energy, more broken ground. The screaming stopped.

Pikada stood, his hair gold, his pupils teal. Lightning and golden light surrounded him.

He drew his sword, all the while he was heavily breathing.

Lorpt stood unconcerned. While the golden transformation was mesmerizing, it was obvious from the ease that he had dispatched the first Saiyan that underwent the change, that it wasn't that powerful.

He extended his hand, palm up, and made a 'bring it on.' Motion with his fingers.

Pikada looked past the Namekian at the bodies of Angel and Bea. Lightning crackled up the blade of his trusty sword.

In a blinding flash of light he rushed the Namekian, sword held high.

Lorpt fired a ki blast at where Pikada should have been, but the Saiyan had prepare and feint. His left boot fired out and struck his opponent in the side. Pikada struck him three more times with the same foot before he rushed away.

Lorpt grabbed where the kicks had impacted. He turned to follow Pikada, and was met head on with a series of ki blast. The pommel of Pikada's sword smashed into his mouth as the last blast disappeared.

"You killed them!"

"In fairness I was only planning on killing him." Lorpt answered through a split lip. "She only died because she moved in on me after I struck your leader down."

Pikada swallowed a curse. He faded away, appearing directly in front of the Namekian. The sword whistled as it split the air. "Shinning Razor!" Gold energy ran down the metal blade as it headed directly for Lorpt's neck.

The Namekian dodged, but still gasped in pain as one of his antennae was nearly severed. The blade's motion stopped, but the energy continued. It conncected with Lorpt's leg, splitting the armor and drawing a wide line of blood. Lorpt winced.

Pikada stuck his left hand under the extended right arm. "Rolling Thunder!" Golden energy engulfed Lorpt, who had just managed to block his face with his arms. Pikada swung the sword again. "Shining Razor!" Both the blade and the energy cut into the Lorpt's right arm. He screamed as it exploded away.

Pikada flew back.

"I know, just be quiet!" Lorpt yelled.

Pikada had no clue who he was talking to though.

Suddenly from the stump of Lorpt's arm, and other arm exploded out.

"Now, you're going to die, Saiyan." His left arm shot out, the open hand struck Pikada under the sword arm. The sword fell from numbed nerves. The arm then snaked its way around Pikada's throat and began to constrict.

Pikada neared panic. He had already felt the the power from this transformation waning. Now he was caught like a rabbit in a snake's grasp.

Pikada started to see black spots on the periphery of his vision. They encroached quickly towards the center. His hair and eyes returned to normal, and he struggled against the crushing grip. Blood pounded in his ears, and somewhere far away he thought he heard a familiar voice yelling.

His legs and arms spasmed as the feeling left them.

Then Lorpt's face was washed away in a blinding light.

Pikada began to fall away from the now slacked coils. He glanced to where the beam had come from.

Bea stood there, in his super Saiyan form, right arm extend to full reach, left arm being used as a support.

The blast faded, and Lorpt looked to Bea. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Told you." He said between heavy breaths, "We have tricks too." His aura flared brighter. "End!" The turbulent energy swirled around his hand again.

Lorpt turned his attention to Bea. "Stellar…"

Pikada fought to get control of the super Saiyan form. His golden energy erupted, but he only about half as powerful as before. "Have to make do." He extended his arm, "Rolling!"

"Game!" Bea's blinding white energy wave erupted…

"Lance!" Red bolts of energy exploded away from Lorpt's arms.

"Thunder!" The burning light energy peeled away from Pikada's outstretched hands.

The white energy engulfed the lances of red power before it rolled over Lorpt.

The golden energy of Pikada's attack intersected with Bea's.

Six voices beside his own filled Lorpt's head, each cursing him to the hell to which he was already heading.

Pikada landed near Angel. He scooped her up. "She's barely breathing Bea, lost a lot of blood." Pikada looked to the heavens. Bea reached into an interior pocket and removed a slim remote. He pushed a single button. A few minutes later their scout ship made a landing nearby.

They entered the ship, making sure that Angel was proper sealed in a medical tank, before setting the controls to return to orbit. Once they were safely away from the planet, Bea and Pikada sealed themselves into the medical tanks also.

It took two days in orbit before Pikada awoke. He was the first up. He went to check on the other members of the group. Bea's health was nearly restored, but Angel seemed to be barely holding on.

He made his way to the control center, a light on the communications board blinked steadily, letting him know someone had tried to communicate with them. He opened the channel.

"This is the Saiyan Mercenaries Guild Vessel, um, SMG1. Do you copy?"

"Oh good, you're alive! Is Lorpt…"

"Deader than a week old corpse. Now if you don't mind, we have a very injured member, we need medical help!"

"Most of our facilities are full. We are sending you coordinates to Planet Yardrat though. They have very good facilities there. Thank you." The answer was rushed. It was obvious that they weren't welcome here any longer.

The Information poured in, Pikada set the course that had been given to them. The computer said they'd arrive in four days at full speed. He slunk back to the medical room. Checking on his friends again, before he opened his hatch, and climbed back in.