Smoke billowed out over the horizon of the city as he returned, hearing the rumble of the Army's quickly approaching tanks, Vegeta and Nappa hovered before the outskirts of East City, awaiting their arrival calmly.
"Don't make a move unless I do, understand?" Vegeta said, his voice level and calculated.
"Understood," Nappa said, nodding. Nappa had already had his fun, destroying the entire aerial force the weak Earthlings had presumed to attack with, and completely decimating a neighboring town. Through all this though, his bloodlusting partner hadn't broken a sweat.
Vegeta clicked the button on the side of his red scouter, scoffing.
"The power level of this army is abysmal." The tanks rolled to a stop, and the Army General stood atop the central tank ready to signal to start shooting, when Vegeta lowered himself, slowly, landing on the lip of the cannon's barrel. The General pulled out his rifle, holding it at the ready.
"Stand down, alien scum!" He shouted, his weapon quivering in his grip.
Vegeta strolled forward, placing one white boot before another as he came down the barrel.
"I have met with your Princess. Has she not called off her forces? I'm willing to call it a truce if you will stand down, otherwise... You can start counting your losses. We will not be defeated. " Vegeta said, extending one hand to shake on it. The General laughed, only raising his weapon.
"I'm not afraid of your little threats. It's two of you against all the forces of our great country! I won't make peace with a terrorist!" He screamed, and began blasting Vegeta in the chest with his gun. Vegeta held his arms crossed before him in a protective block; the bullets falling to clink uselessly on the roof of the tank. He bared his sharp canines and rumbled low in his chest.
"Fine, have it your way. You have signed your death warrant!" He snapped, and jumped up and snatched the rifle from the general's hands; bending it, he crushed it into a ball and tossed it down.
The General gasped, and raised his arm to signal to fire. Vegeta stepped forward, and took his arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to face his own army as he struggled.
"...I'll give you one last chance, only because I don't wish to betray my oath to your superior. Do. You. Stand. Down?" He asked callously, feeling the fragile earthling's arm ligaments snapping at his touch, the General screamed, "Fire! FIRE YOU FUCKING FOOLS!"
He screamed, waving his free arm and signaling the O.K. Vegeta smirked, feeling a wave of adrenaline rush through his veins, and gripped his other arm behind his back, pulling down quickly he dismembered the general, stomping on his back he propelled himself upwards to the sky and lowered his glare to the many cannonballs coming his way.
"You ready, Nappa?" He said, feeling his large presence behind him.
"Ready, Your Highness."
They held their arms out, ready to block any incoming blasts, and as the cannonballs arched down, Vegeta lifted himself up, and swung his arms quickly, batting away the blasts and sending them back towards the tanks before they could even reload, while Nappa blocked the projectiles on the other side.
"Not a chance!" He yelled, then laughed as he used his thick arms and legs to block the blasts, sending them back as well.
The tanks began to explode, like a domino effect they set eachother off after the first row was hit by its own cannons, and in a great mushroom cloud of molten fire, the entire army was decimated, reduced to blackened ashes as Vegeta observed with a look of disgust, at the sheer destruction these Earthlings had been too proud to avoid. It was pathetic.
"Pitiful, isn't it?" Nappa scoffed, spitting.
Vegeta turned away, "I'll never understand the ways of these humans. They had all the opportunity to save themselves, and yet they practically asked to be slaughtered. Not that I mind." He gave a harsh laugh, and they flew off towards the sea, shaking their heads in disbelief.
She had fallen to her knees, staring up at the sky where the man had disappeared to, for a long while Bulma was in disbelief, until her father came out and tapped her on the shoulder, and all Bulma could do was cry inconsolably for an endless amount of time, even after he walked her inside and laid her down on her bed to rest Bulma still sniffled, waking up from a fitful rest she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling of her room as If trying to discern if this was reality or a dream
I... survived... Bulma had been sure that when the alien prince aimed his killing hand at her, that it was the end, she had gone into a state of shock. Although now, as she sat up in bed she looked around herself in wonder, staring at the framed photo of her and Yamcha from so long ago taped to her vanity, from when he was still a desert bandit and she was a blushing teen; she made a soft scoff. That was so long ago. At least a decade ago. Bulma sat up, stretching, still wearing the crinkled dress.
I'll have to take this to the dry cleaners, after all that... She thought, touching her neck where the man had touched the rubies, and stared at her with that far away gaze. He frightened her, but he also had shown a sliver of life within those cold, black slate eyes. Bulma shivered, and stood up from the bed and unzipped the dress, allowing it to fall around her ankles, stepping out in the lacy red teddy she'd put on underneath to surprise Yamcha with.
She scoffed, touching the delicate fabric. They hadn't even made it farther than the car before he'd started saying all the wrong things... Bulma grimaced, and gripped the strap of her teddy in her hand and tore the fabric easily, the lace ripped down her middle and her breasts pooled to the center, free from the restraining fabric. She pulled her hair free, allowing the curls from the braid to cascade over her shoulders.
She sighed, and threw the teddy and maroon stockings now full of holes in the trash, going to her dresser she put on a comfortable white sports bra and matching Tommy Hilfiger panties, and pulled on a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, not feeling up to dolling herself all up just to stay home and mope around.
Bulma walked downstairs, hanging her head she turned and stood in the kitchen, smelling something so heavy it almost smelled like urine, and saw the wilted lilies still sitting on the table. She frowned and picked up the vase, going over to the sink she turned on the garbage disposal and shoved the flowers in, swearing as they were shredded to bits.
Her mother came up behind her, looking on in wonder.
"Why did you throw out the flowers from Yamcha, dear?" She asked innocently, her red painted nails to her chin in surprise. "They reek. And I don't want to hear that name, not ever!" She shouted, her anger quickly melting into sorrow, her shoulders quivering as the sobs began wracking through her.
"Oh honey, come sit down and you can tell me all about it. I'll make you some of those yummy Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches you like and we can just pig out, how's that?" She walked her over to the couch and sat her down, and ran to the kitchen to start getting everything ready.
"Thanks Momma. I missed you." Bulma said, taking a tissue and dabbing her eyes.
"Oh, your friend Goku's wife Chi-Chi called, she sounded really upset. I think maybe you should give her a call.." Bunny yelled from over the sound of sizzling bacon.
Bulma looked on with an expression of dread. "She did...?" Her heart dropped into her stomach. Bulma was almost afraid to call, she feared for the worst.
"Yeah, and she said her little boy went off training with that green man!" Bulma frowned, she didn't really know Chi-Chi that well but that didn't seem like her idea. She picked up the receiver and dialed Chi-Chi, gulping.
"Hi Chi-Chi...
Yeah, this is Goku's friend, Bulma...
No, I didn't, uh...
I wasn't home last night...
Oh...h-he did..? "
She curled over on the couch, clutching her violently rolling stomach and squeezing her eyes shut as she listened to Chi-Chi's tearful story, and felt like things couldn't get any more horrible than they were right now.
Chi-Chi hung up the phone softly, as to not crack the receiver, and sunk to the wall, pressing her forehead to the cool plaster. She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed, covering her eyes. Her shoulders shook as she let out all her grief, as she had done so many times since last night. It seemed like it would never get easier, she could only be reminded of her little family that was now missing whenever she looked around the house.
Chi-Chi straightened, wiping her eyes with her arm and walked slowly to the table and picked up the discarded cap that her little boy had worn. She stroked the brim, admired the luminous Four Star ball on the top, removing it easily, she admired it in the light. These... grant wishes... She thought, and curled her hand to her chest, tilting her head, her raven hair falling over her pale cheek and pressed the cool glass to her other cheek. She was reminded how Goku had told her he cherished the Four Star ball, and how he had naively thought that his grandfather Gohan somehow lived in the ball. She smiled, laughing softly.
No matter how often she scolded Goku for his innocent mistakes, she had fallen in love with him regardless. Chi-Chi stood, slipping the ball into a pocket of her purple cheongsam dress with light blue pants. She picked up her pack with some essentials in it, sheathing a small katana at her waist and hooking a frying pan to the pack, for cooking of course. She smirked, turning to look at her house one last time and locked the door behind her.
She wasn't going to sit idly by while everyone waited for Goku to come back. Master Roshi had informed her that he would have to make the long journey down Snake Way in order to come back, which could take months, or years. No, Chi-Chi had another idea. She was going to have those balls ready for her little boy, because when he came back home, he was never going back out into the wilderness. She would wish for Gohan to be just a normal, human boy. No more adventures, no more death in their future. She was sure of it, she nodded, as she walked down the long beaten trail towards the city.
"Get out of the way!'" The ogre on a street sweeper screamed, as Goku dodged back and forth in front of him. He couldn't get around, or under for that matter. He was knocked off-kilter as the driver turned the wheel erratically, and knocked Goku off the narrow path. He gripped the edge of the concrete, his fingers being brushed off by the sweeper, he fell through the clouds.
Goku fell to the ground, brushing himself off, he propelled back up and scrabbled for the clouds but just couldn't reach far enough to get to the bridge. He dropped back down, allowing himself to fall and looked around at his surroundings questioningly. He walked around the odd apple orchard, looking for anyone who could direct him to where he was supposed to go to get back up. The guide from before was nowhere in sight.
Then, he heard yelling in the distance.
"Hey! You said it was my turn to throw the ball!" Goku smiled, at the idea to play a game piquing his interest, he walked over to the center of the field where two ogres argued over the large medicine ball between their bulky arms.
"You already lost the one we had before! I just got this ball, Goz!" The Red Ogre with glasses said, snatching it from the large Blue one. Goz wrestled the ball away, and threw it up into the clouds so high that it didn't come back down, and Mez groaned with frustration.
"Now what'll we do!"
Goku watched as the ball eventually fell back down, and they chased after it to go fetch it, struggling again over who got to throw it.
"My ball!"
"No, MY ball!"
Goku came up behind them and tapped one on the shoulder.
"Hi, can I have a turn?"
They both turned around, startled by the spiky-haired man with a halo in a bright orange and blue gi.
"Oh.. uh, what are you doing down here?" Goz said. They both wore muscle shirts that read Hell on them.
"Uh, I fell!" They looked at him up and down and Mez rubbed his chin.
"Any chance you're that one hero from Earth we heard about who's on his way back to the surface?"
Goku nodded brightly, "Oh, right! I have to go down Cake Way!" He said, eagerly licking his lips at the idea of a path lined with delicious cakes.
"You mean Snake Way?" Goz said, pointing up at the clouds above.
Goku narrowed his eyes, thinking.
"Yeah, that's it! Snake Way!" The ogres looked to each other, shrugging.
"Well, once you fall, there's not much getting back up. You don't want to stay here, in Hell."
"I have to get back to Earth! I'm worried that something really bad is going on there! But first, I have to go to see King Kai!" Goku remembered how Raditz had threatened that there were others like him coming to avenge him, and Goku didn't even want to think how much more horrible they could be. He looked to the large brutes, and to the ball.
"I have an idea. You guys are pretty strong, do you think you could throw me up there?" He said, pointing. The two looked at each other, shrugging.
"Um, I suppose." Mez said, nodding.
"Let me do it!" Goz yelled, jumping up excitedly.
"Ok, can you just try to aim up, really far?" Goku said, and Goz nodded eagerly.
"Ok!" He then took Goku over his shoulder, Goku rolled into a ball and cringed as he propelled up at an incredible speed, then bonked his head off the bottom of snake way and fell dazedly to the ground like a crinkled piece of paper.
"Oops, you alright little buddy?" The Ogre said, helping him to his feet.
Goku rubbed the bump on his head, and looked at the both of them.
"How about you both throw me this time, and aim a little to the left, I'll bounce back once I get up there!" He said, chuckling sheepishly. They lifted him up together eagerly, raised him on their shoulders and Goku straightened with his arms out as they zipped him off into the sky, back up into the clouds.
"Thank you!" He called, waving, and the two waved back at him as he came over the clouds and could see Snake Way.
Gohan stared down the sheer mountainside, gulping at the great distance he had to get down. He had miraculously jumped up here after being chased by a T-Rex, then realized he couldn't get back down. He looked up to the green-skinned man sitting nearby on a tree branch.
"Can't you just fly me down, Mr. Piccolo?" He whined, staring with large puppy dog eyes. He shook his head.
"You got up here, that means you can get back down." He snarled, crossing his arms and staring out at the vast forest. Gohan gulped, looking down. His tail twitched nervously as he walked towards the edge. Piccolo smirked, plucking an apple off the tree with a devilish glint in his eyes. Gohan tiptoed forward, thinking maybe he could climb back down carefully.
Piccolo swung the apple and popped him strategically in the back, causing him to stumble forward, screaming. He paused midair, moving his arms as if trying to swim and then dropped, wailing, his fear causing his ki to flare and it assisted him, helping him to glide gradually down to the next summit. He jumped up and down happily.
"I did it! Mr. Piccolo, I flew! I flew!" He said, looking up for approval. Piccolo floated above, breaking his stern expression with a small smile.
"See, you didn't need me. You already know how to fly." He said, feeling relieved that the boy had finally gotten over his fear and perhaps now he could find his way back down on his own.
Gohan looked down, and hopped again, no longer frightened, clinging onto a dangling tree branch with his tail and landing safely to the next drop. He was a natural, his saiyan instincts were ingrained into him perhaps even more than Goku's at such a young age. Piccolo slowly disappeared behind the bushes as Gohan happily hopped down the mountain in record time, cheering happily as he did. He will be ok. He has his father's spirit.
A beast stirred, grunting and snuffing hungrily as the tantalizing scent of grilled meat wafted in from the window.
Raditz sat up in bed and licked his lips, his stomach growling loudly.
"Where is that girl? Doesn't she know that I require sustenance at the very least,6 times a day?" He growled, struggling to get out of bed. He got one heavy leg off the mattress, feeling the pain shoot through it he screamed, howling so loudly tears wet the corners of his eyes.
"Fuck!" He grimaced, slowly lifting his injured leg back up and panting with the exertion.
"Launch!" He shouted, feeling shamefully weak, sweat beading his brow. He lifted his tail and wiped the sweat away easily. Then, he glared up at the long, squirming, furry appendage and grinned. His tail didn't hurt, it had been completely unscathed in the battle as it was wrapped safely around his waist.
"Well, well, seems this thing is good for something besides lifting skirts after all." He chuckled, stretching it out to its full length and testing its strength. He curled the tip around his battle armour on the floor, lifting it up where the beam had made its jagged hole he weighted it up easily with his tail, and glanced to the open window with a sparkling glint of deviousness in his eyes.
Master Roshi hummed happily as he manned the grill, flipping the hamburgers and turning over the hot dogs with skill. He was, after all, Grill Master Roshi as he liked to call himself, as he sat down in his lawn chair and popped the top off a fresh bottle of beer.
"Ahh, nothing like some good food and a few cold brews on a hot summer day! And, bikini-clad babes!" He chuckled, pouring his beer down the hatch as his eyebrows raised to watch Launch, Tien and the others taking a little swim break to relieve all the tension and unwind after a long afternoon of training.
With all the horrible news on the television, and Goku's sad demise, they all agreed that maybe a barbeque would be nice to have, like they always did during the summertime. Yamcha had finally shown his face, and after a hard two-on-one battle with Krillin and Tien his head was pounding, so he figured why not have a little hair of the dog to soothe his lingering hangover.
"Hey, I don't like getting wet!" Puar squeaked, hissing as he scrambled away from where he, Chiaoutzu and Oolong were building a sandcastle.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy, Puar!" Yamcha laughed, slurring and spilling his beer on himself as he laid in the surf in his swim trunks.
"I am a pussy! A pussycat! But not the kind you like, you heathen!" He growled, his fur puffing up as he licked his back and shook off.
"You need to lighten up! Have a drink!" Oolong said, leaning over and nearly knocking over the sandcastle as he slurped his beer sideways and burped. Krillin pulled Yamcha up and dragged him to the shore. "Come on, Yamcha.." He said, his face downcast.
"You guys should really slow down on the drinks," Tien said from over in the water as he was showing Launch the new Tai-Chi move he'd recently mastered.
Launch agreed, she had a few beers but she could control herself. She wouldn't be a sloppy drunk in front of Tien, she may not have been the picture of a lady but she could hold her liquor. Launch played with her blonde pigtail as Tien returned to showing her the move, wearing only his soaked green swim trunks.
She couldn't help but let her eyes travel to the noticeable bulge there as he was distracted, showing her each move with excruciating detail. Launch had zoned out, blushing as she reached over and played with the strap of her yellow bikini top. Then she had a delightfully evil idea to distract Tien from his concentration, and smirked as she tugged on the tiny bow.
The entire naval submarine army was submerged on the opposite shore of the ocean, as Vegeta and Nappa sat in wait. The navy captain paced back and forth, watching in frustration as the submarine's radar struggled to pinpoint the location of the enemy ship.
"We're ready, fire the torpedoes! The transmission had to have come from the north, the last blip placed their power reading at the North Gulley!" He said, swallowing. They hadn't been able to locate the alien's exact position, or any type of enemy ship at all. They kept receiving taunting calls that made his blood boil.
Static rang out over the deck's speakers, then a gruff chuckle.
"Don't tell me your torpedo is shy, or is it simply so inadequate you pre-ejaculated your missile?" Vegeta's snarky voice teased, and the Captain bellowed in rage, grabbing the microphone and screaming into it.
"You'll see how inadequate it is when it's blasting through your ballasts, space trash! This is our sea! You're talking to the Captain of the Navy, boy! I live in this water, hell, my ship has seen twenty-five tours of battle in its time, and it won those battles!" He bellowed, slamming down the microphone and shattering its base in his anger.
"Fire, private! Fire NOW! When your Captain says fire those torpedoes, you FIRE, you hear me?" He screamed, as the sailor boy pulled down the lever and released the torpedoes, shaking.
Tien concentrated on building his ki ball as Launch hung off his shoulder, whining and trying to distract him by pressing her cushiony bosom into his back. Tien blushed, biting his lip as he was just about ready to blast, Launch sunk down in the water.
"Help, help! Tien! Somethin' got me!" She came up out of the water, her breasts bouncing as her top loosened and fell off. His jaw dropped and with a rush of blood pressure he lost his footing and sent the largest Goku-sized Reikitzen blast flying into the air as he raced over to pull her into the safety of his chest to conceal her from all the ogling eyes of his companions.
"Launch! Hold on!" Tien said, bravely. Launch cried out helplessly and squirmed all against him, "Tien, help! It's got my leg!" She lied, rubbing her chest on his and making him groan deep in his throat as he lifted her out of the water, fetching her top and ran off to the safety behind some palm trees to help her get dressed.
Master Roshi's nose spurted out blood as he sprung up from out of his chair, his face turning red as he saw the split second reveal, failing to notice the entire contents of the grill sliding off and into Raditz's breastplate.
"Here they come. Get ready, Nappa." Vegeta said telepathically, internally chuckling. They stood in wait, standing deep in the ocean at the base of the gulley when multiple torpedoes roared through the dark sea trench, Vegeta swam up and caught the first, turning it around and rearing back he propelled it back to the submarine, Nappa did the same and they repeated the action, quickly retrieving them before they could hit solid rock and explode, they flew back at an incredible velocity and blew into their own submarine hulls, blowing the ships out of the water.
Nappa burst out of the water before Vegeta did, preparing to block against the explosion that sent torpedoes shooting out, many of which went opposite ways and sunk into the water before blasting. One hit Nappa in the abdomen, with a loud grunt and a shattering crunch of his armour the impact caused rivers of blood to pulse from between his fingers as Nappa was thrown backwards, in that split second he fought to slow the torpedoes crushing force that was burrowing into his abdomen.
As he flew up out of the water to take a breath of air, Vegeta gasped at the large, glowing golden ball of light rocketing down to the surface of the sea, not only decimating the remaining naval force but also knocking him and Nappa on their backs and into the water.
Tien panted, holding Launch beneath him on the sand to conceal her, he could feel the warmth of her half-naked body against his, and as her legs wrapped around him and her pelvis ground against his, he seethed with the pent-up desire, getting up on his hands he took in the sight of her in amazement, and she stared back at him with those dazzling emeralds sparkling in the shadow of the palm trees.
"Are you ok, Launch?" He whispered, his voice husky.
"Yes... I'm sorry Tien!" She cried, feeling afraid of how he would react if he knew she purposely distracted him.
"Sorry, why...?" He swallowed, looking over her upturned face that was flushing brightly. "I lied.. there wasn't somethin' in the water... I just wanted you to pay attention to me!" She said, turning her head and squeezing a tear from the corner of her eye.
Tien looked on, feeling his heart racing. She turned back to him, and he felt his mouth almost salivating; tingling as he looked at her plush pink lips, felt her body pressed firmly beneath his.
"It's... it's ok, Launch. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention. I know that you... have liked me for a while. But I have to tell you, I'm not-"
"Kiss me, Tien, please kiss me!" She cried, pulling her face to his and pressed her lips to his, he felt his blood boil with lust and pressed back, closing his eyes and giving into the passion.
Launch touched his tongue with hers, and after that, he could no longer control himself and he held her by her shoulders and kissed her, thoroughly and felt her body beneath him with his hands tentatively, as she took his hands and guided them to her chest. His eyes widened, gasping. Launch kissed his neck and nipped him lightly with her teeth as he squeezed her wet breasts in his hands, feeling himself throbbing eagerly against her wet bikini bottoms and forgot all about his vow of chastity.
She sighed, feeling not in the slightest any better. Bulma laid out on a towel on her stomach, sunning her back, sipping on a sweet Strawberry Daiquiri. Bunny laid beside her, her body shapely even at her age in a white polka-dotted red bikini, waving at Dr. Briefs as he sat under the canopy in his swim trunks with his black cat yowling on his shoulder at the sight of the pool water so nearby.
"It's alright, Scratch, we're not going in there, just relax." He chuckled, holding up the little cat and scratching its back. Scratch purred and took it's rightful place back on his shoulder and he returned to reading his newspaper, humming at the articles with interest.
"Ain'tcha gonna take a dip, dearie?" Bunny said, sitting up to sip her Shirley Temple and nibble on a refreshing slice of watermelon. Bulma simply put her head in her hands, sighing.
"I don't feel like doing anything mom, I'm sorry..." She huffed, blowing a curly blue strand of hair out of her face. Her hair was piled atop her head messily with a claw hair clip, the ribbon of her bright, ruffled orange bikini trailing down her back.
She had felt guilty ever since Chi-Chi stopped by this afternoon all ready for a long journey, and asked to borrow the Dragon Radar and some other things so she could go collect the Dragon Balls. She wouldn't tell her why, but Bulma trusted her and gave her the radar and a few other things to assist her on her journey. She felt horrible when Chi-Chi asked her if she'd like to tag along and she had to turn her down, making the excuse that she had too many tests to study for and projects she was working on.
Bulma had already passed her tests last week with flying colors, her final project for mechanical engineering was the Gravity Chamber, which she had intended to make for Goku to use. Not only could it defy the laws of physics; it was also a modified spaceship. The project had won many awards; it was so spectacular; in fact, she'd have to find a willing subject to demonstrate its uses at the gala party they were throwing after graduation in a few weeks. It was supposed to be Goku who assisted her with the demonstration...
Although, now that he was gone... Bulma sighed, taking another long sip of her drink and trying to forget; just for a little while about all the craziness that was her life right now. From losing Goku, fighting with Yamcha, and the crazy Saiyans she had met yesterday, she just needed a freaking break.
She had to smirk just a little as the alcohol rushed to her head, What I wouldn't give just for a day with that smug Prince Vegeta tied to my bed...I'd teach him a lesson... Bulma gasped, popping her head up and giggling as she covered her mouth. She hadn't meant to have such a racy thought about the volatile little man, but ever since he kissed her hand like that and got down on one knee, calling her 'Princess!' she had been having the craziest fantasies. She knew it was harmless, she wouldn't betray Yamcha even if she was pissed off at him at the moment, she knew deep in her heart she still loved him. She would probably never see Vegeta again; anyways she thought, and laid her head down to the side and smiled.
He managed to open his eyes, tasting the briny saltwater rushing up his nostrils, Vegeta sputtered, coughing as he landed against a rock. The blast of that mysterious yellow ki had knocked them back a few leagues, to the far beach at the edge of the city littered with garbage and the melted, twisted remains of submarines and bloody bodies of soldiers blasted to nothing but disfigured torsos, their limbs bobbing on the surface of the water, the head of the captain rolled across the ground by Vegeta's feet as he regained his footing.
What the hell was that? I thought these Earthlings had no power, that was the size of a goddamned asteroid! He covered his nose at the rank smell of blood and melted plastic, kicking the decapitated head to the side and walking around the various pieces of watercraft, searching for any sign of Nappa. He looked around at the bodies, for any sign or pieces... of his purge companion. They weren't truly friends, maybe at the very least companions.
Vegeta treated him respectfully because the man had a great history of success under his belt, and he had spent many of his prime years with him and Raditz, taking them on missions for Frieza but always imparting small bits of knowledge to them about the Saiyans in secret, telling them to never forget about their Saiyan pride.
He grimaced, he faintly hoped that his fellow soldier had not been killed by such a weak blast. He should be tougher than that! He took to the air, breathing a bit raggedly, but he ignored it. Just a little scratch, nothing serious. Vegeta thought, as he continually scanned the beach for Nappa. He pressed the communication button on his scouter.
"Come in, Nappa. Where are you? Over." He said, growling with agitation. He flew up higher, so that he could see the entire shore littered with evidence of a massacre. He floated in midair a moment, waiting for any response.
"Taking shelter for the evening. Meet me at the soldier's quarters. Over." He spat, shrugging off the tiny sliver of humanity that told him to keep searching. He needed to go tear that Princess a new one.
There was a low rumble from the ocean as Tien and Launch were getting a bit too hot and heavy, they had been making out for some time, and Launch being the brazen girl she was, had reached down between their bodies and was giving him quite the sensation with her hand as he bent down and mouthed her breast, his head was foggy with lust and he failed to tell her the one little thing that may have been important...