((Author's notes:: Sorry for the Delay. A combination of writers block and lack of time. This is a jump ahead chapter, and introduces a couple of new characters.
Chapter 25 is written, 26 started. I always try to keep a chapter in the can so that I have motivation to keep going.
With that said, I'm pretty excited by all the new followers the last chapter wrote, and hope this follows suite.
I'm also amazed at the quality of DB/Z/GT/S fan fics out right. Reading some of your amazing fics have been a key contributor to my not having time to write as much.
Anyway enough of my blather, hope you all enjoy this chapter. As always I love to read your comments.
Thanks!
Beepx22
P.S. find and Read Gohan the Destroyer by EmeraldSaiyan, I promise you won't be disappointed.))
Chapter 24
::About Six Years Later::
The sky turned dark as the seven orbs pulsed with mystic energy.
Pikada looked skyward at the seemingly endless scaly ribbon that was Earth's dragon. Angela wrapped one arm protectively around a tiny girl. In turn the young girl squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her face into Angel's leg. The lasses wildly spiked black hair danced over her slim shoulders. Her lightly brindled brown tale wrapped reflexively around her waist.
A booming voice echoed around the empty field in which the three were gathered. "You have gathered the seven dragon balls and summoned me from my slumber, what are your three wishes?"
Pikada opened his left hand and lightly punched his cybernetic right fist into it. This was it.
"Eternal Dragon!" He said loudly. "We wish for you to return our friend Bea to the world of the living!"
His words hung in the air for vast moments.
Finally Shenron broke the silence. "It is done, what is your second wish?"
"Mighty Shenron, we would like to save our wishes for a later date!"
"This is acceptable. Farewell." The dragon disappeared and the dragon balls turned to perfect stone spheres which floated into the air and scattered to the ends of the Earth.
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"It's time." Said Bea to no one in particular. His years in hell had vastly increased his power, and he had honestly come to enjoy his 'life' here. But the time his friends had been told to allow to pass had gone by. He felt the now familiar halo disappear. His heart pulsed in his chest and he felt alive and out of place. He searched for the familiar energy of king Yemma, and as soon as he felt it, he disappeared from hell.
In the past few years he had befriended a few of the saiyans in King Vegeta's company. Especially Bardock, who had become wildly interested in his son's exploits. Bea had learned that Bardock was one of the few male saiyans who bonded for life. "Gine must have not gone to hell. I've never found her. That's fine though. Better than fine actually." He'd said this then looked into the clouds that persistently obscured whatever existed past Hell.
Bea had received the news from King Kai that his friends were bringing him back. He'd clasped wrists with Bardock. "Thank you." They'd both said. Then Bea left to spend his last night in Hell in contemplation and solitude. He figured he'd see Bardock and the rest again. Next time on a more permanent basis.
These thoughts faded as he materialized in front of King Yemma's desk.
"What the…", the Ogre began. "You? I see you've been wished back."
"I have. Thank you, King Yemma, I hope we do not meet again for many years." With that he found the powers of Angel and Pikada. With two fingers still on his forehead he transmitted himself towards Earth. Towards home.
He appeared behind Angel and Pikada and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Long time, no see." He said softly. They both turned with wide smiles. Then their eyes went huge.
"Your beard!" They exclaimed in unison.
He stroked the length of his now chest long beard and grinned. "I suppose it's gotten long. No mirrors in Hell after all." His eyes then l strayed to the child that was firmly attached to Angel's leg. "Now, who's this?" He spoke softly.
"This is Piki." Angel replied proudly. "My daughter."
This caught Bea of guard. "Daughter!" He exclaimed. "Who's her father?"
Pikada snickered.
Bea glanced at him. Could Angel and Pikada have…. He began to wonder.
Angel threw Pikada a not-so-subtle warning glare. He quieted.
"Yamcha." She replied coyly.
Bea's eyes went wide. "That twerp?!"
Then there was a loud pop. He looked down where the Saiyan toddler stood with a fist against his leg.
Piki looked up. "My Daddy's not a torp!"
Bea smiled at the mispronunciation. Then the smiled faded a bit. His leg actually hurt a little. "Of course he isn't, Piki, I'm sorry that I said that."
He knelt down and put out his hand. "I'm Bea."
She hid behind her mom again. But she did extend one hand to the large grizzled man.
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There was a large spread set out at the Capsule Corp HQ in honor of Bea's return.
He was enjoying every minute of it too. The red headed Saiyan shoveled food in quicker than the kitchen could send it out. He paused between courses to talk.
"No food in Hell. But I did meet some really tough fighters. Also met King Vegeta and Goku's Dad. And you should see Frieza! Nothing I could have done to him could possibly top his punishment."
Vegeta looked up. "You saw my father?"
Just then another bowl of soup was set down in front of Bea. He quickly drained it, then looked at the Prince. "Yep, we didn't hit it off at first. Towards the end we came to a sort of understanding though. He didn't come right out and say it, but he was pleased about your ascension to Super Saiyan."
Vegeta just looked away.
The party continued into the night, broken up by a light sparring match between Trunks and Goten. Piki stuck by Angel.
"Why not let her spar?" Bea asked her.
"Yamcha wants her to live a normal life, so no training her… well not much."
Bea smiled. "She's a hybrid with a power level that's higher than her father's, that happens to have a tail. Normal might not work out."
She shrugged.
Pikada slapped Bea on the shoulder. "How about a match? Show us how training in Hell paid off."
Bea pursed his lips and then shrugged. "Why not?"
Pikada grinned knowingly and pulled a capsule from his pocket. He plunged the activator and a case with a collection of Bea and his own fighting clothes appeared.
They both donned their SMG jumpsuits, eschewing the armor for the match.
Both grinning they walked to the center of the open court yard.
"Ready?" Asked Bea.
"Let's go." Replied Pikada.
Then in a burst of white light they collided.
Bea jabbed our with his left hand and Pikada ducked under it. He blocked with own left arm knowing that Bea would likely follow with an uppercut.
He wasn't disappointed. After the block he threw himself into the sky.
Bea tracked his flight. His eyes narrowed and he disappeared. Pikada shot a kick to rear but Bea reappeared beside his extended leg. Both of Bea's hands grabbed onto Pikada's calf. Pikada lashed out with his free foot catching Bea across the knuckles. He released the leg and swiped a ki blast at Pikada. It caught him in the chest and the two separated. The charged again this time falling into the familiar route of punches, kicks, and blocks. After a few minutes they both landed, neither much the worse for the wear.
"Warmed up?" Bea asked with a smile.
"Oh Yeah. You?"
"Yeah. Time to turn it up then." Neither of them seemed exert much effort as the Super Saiyan transformation rolled over them.
Pikada blocked a punch with his cybernetic arm while driving his own fist upwards into Bea's midriff. Bea quickly brought his knee up to block the hit. Then he faded away. He appeared behind Pikada and snaked his arm around his throat in a choke. Pikada dipped and threw Bea over his head. Both of Pikada's hands shot out as Bea tumbled away.
"Double Rolling Thunder!"
As Bea's feet hit the ground, he looked up at the twin waves of energy that blazed towards him. Bea crossed his arms in front of his face just as the waves washed over him.
Pikada poured it on, strangely obsessed about showing his mentor exactly how strong he had become.
The spectators gasped at the display of power. Fear that Pikada had accidentally killed Bea ran through them.
The waves of energy dispersed leaving a hollowed indent upon the grounds of the Capsule Corporation.
The dust settled. The wind had died down and an oppressive silence cascaded over everyone.
Then a genuine laugh filled the void. Bea floated upwards from the crater laughing heartily. "Good Pikada! You've gotten far stronger. I'm proud. But now…". The humored face faded to a stony grimace. "It's my turn to show off."
His energy flared brightly. Lightning danced through his ki-field. His hair seemed to grow a bit, becoming more spiked.
Pikada's eyes went wide. Then he smiled. "Super Saiyan Two?"
Bea looked slightly perplexed.
"That's what we called it when the Kid transformed against Cell."
"That's a boring name isn't it?" Bea asked. "I was thinking advanced Super Saiyan, or Mega Saiyan. Something like that. Oh well. Shall we continue?"
Pikada went into a defensive stance. "Bring it on!"
No sooner had his words cleared his lips did he find Bea's fist driven wrist deep under his rib cage.
"Fast!" He gasped out as he doubled over in paint. "Real fast…"
Pikada raises his power and attempted to block Bea's attack, but the superiority of the Super Saiyan 2 transformation. A punch got through his defenses cause Pikada to crash to the ground.
Bea locked his pinkies and thumbs together and stretched his palms outward. "Great fight, but this should end it."
Pikada squinted upwards. He was really feeling that last hit.
"SLEETING INFERNO!" Bea screamed. The golden beam with its violet tinged edges rushed towards Pikada.
Pikada smiled. He had one last trick up his sleeve. Literally.
He raised his cybernetic arm. Nestled inside of it a small power cell increased its output.
A small gift from Android 18 and Giro's notes, the miniaturized power source harnessed a nearly unlimited energy.
Emitters that ran throughout the arm flared to life.
A neon green sphere of power erupted out from Pikada. Bea's attack crashed over it. Inside the bubble Pikada stood, taking no damage as the attack was shunted around him.
As it faded, he dropped the shield. Bea hovered with his jaw agape. "That's a neat trick." He said. His hair faded back to its strange red hue and he landed near Pikada and smiled. "Gotta learn that one."
Pikada grimaced. Then he grinned slightly. "Trust me, you don't want to." They clasped one another's wrist in a sturdy warriors shake. Then they rejoined the group.
Back at the SMG starship a long silent computer sprung to life after receiving a code from beyond the edge of the solar system.
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A three toed foot stepped down. A sharp crack echo through the hull of the large circular ship. The corridor was dark. A fierce cold seeped in from the vacuum beyond the hull.
More steps echoed. A door swished aside. On a display a blinking message swirled across in the ancient tongue. Another ship found. Possible survivors. A thin smile crossed pale lips.
"Send the signal, activate tracking."
There was a ding as the computer responded. Nearly unnoticeable, the ship tilt slightly towards the gravity well of the small yellow star.
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Bea woke with a start. "What was that?" He said to himself. He thought maybe he was imagining it, then he looked to a glass of water set next to his bunk. Something was putting out some serious resonance to be vibrating his whole ship.
He hopped to the deck and entered the large circular corridor that encompassed their vessel. He followed the hall counterclockwise until coming to a gangway to the left. He ducked down it, and followed its gradual incline to open area at the center of the ship. Bea pushed a button and the hatch overhead irised open. He jumped to the outer hull and proceeded to look around. At first he saw nothing, but he turned his attention back towards the sun.
"Son of a…". He shaded his eyes and the large circular craft came into a sharper contrast.
It was definitely a PTO ship. Probably a full cruiser, which made it substantially larger than their own ship.
He followed its decent until it touched down on the sun-baked plain only a couple of hundred feet from the SMG's ship.
The cruiser's upper port also opened and a figure slowly lifted from it.
"Shit." Bea spat. There in front of him was the biggest member of Frieza's species he had ever seen.
A shrill voice cut across the distance. "Oh my, a Saiyan. This is unexpected." It looked around. "And such a quaint little world. Tell me Saiyan. How did you come to be in control of one of our ships?"
Bea looked at the Frost demon and shrugged. "The previous owners didn't seem to need it anymore, being dead and all."
The demon frowned. "That's… unfortunate." Thin a pink mist of energy began to swirl around it. "Most unfortunate."
"Here we go." Bea said to himself. Then out loud. "Listen, we don't need to turn this into a fight. I'm Bea, I claimed this vessel under intergalactic salvage laws."
"My Cousin doesn't appreciate when someone steals his toys."
"Cousin?"
"Lord Frieza." He straightened slightly. "I am, Icer, of the Planetary Tra…"
Bea interrupted. "I don't know how your line of succession works, Icer, but you might be the leader of the whole damned thing. Frieza is dead. And his father."
"Dead? How?"
"Power down, I have some fine Earth liquor, this is Earth by the way, Welcome to Earth," he swept his arm in an exaggerated greating, "anyway, a nice liquor called 'whisky', come onboard my ship and we can share a bottle while I tell you the story."
"Fine. For now."