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Regal. That was one way to describe the chambers of Lord Vulcane. The Gemini Cult's Sanctum was unlike any normal place to live; it was hand carved into the cliffside, then inlaid with stone, which was polished to smooth, even walls. Support beams were added both inside and beneath the sandstone floor, which was first covered in concrete, then laid with hardwood. It was not immodest, by any means.

At its deepest chamber was his sanctum, where the white washed walls were paneled with artistic renditions of animals in brilliant colors against striking gold backgrounds with black frames. His bedchamber was parted by sliding shōji doors, made of nearly transparent paper and bamboo.

The most regal area was his bedchamber, where there was a wide wooden bed frame with an ornate headboard shaped similar to a shrine at its center. Above it, a vast collection of swords and various weapons gleamed. The wide bed was draped with the finest silks and fur pelts; on each side tall vases with three foot long white calla lilies fragranced the room. Ornate oriental rugs kept the cool floor from being icy cold above the groundwater cavern below that it was craftily built above.

Lord Vulcane, or rather, Emperor Vulcane as he was once named on his home Planet Mars, stood before a floor length mirror. His long, black hair was plaited down the back of his white nagajuban undergarments, his head lowered as he brought the lovely Neptunian female named Propel to her feet by gripping the vibrant locks of her fuchsia hair. Her hair was like light filaments in the darkened chamber with mottled sunlight flowing inward from the natural lighting of octagonal windows above, where koi fish swam in endless circles in the shimmering liquid they were trapped in.

She stood weakly, unclothed. Her youthful body was plump and shapely, her tempting creamy skin luminous in the dim; but he had never defiled her in such a physical way. At least, not yet. For now he only used her for fellatio, to give him the stimulus needed to keep his aging body on edge, to keep him still feeling virile, although he was no longer potent.

Her hollow eyes told of a deep lack of emotion as he stroked one bone thin finger across her lip to clean away a translucent drop of semen. His third eye focused on it and sensed no life energy in the fluid; even with the rising of the tides and the surge in power he had taken from Propel, he still wasn't able to keep his threat to Kannon. An empty threat made in the heat of his anger to force his child upon her. As the thin liquid dropped to the floor, Vulcane accepted that his time as a progenitor was over, but others were under his command–others that could do better than him and still pass down the blood of the Mars Gemini.

Remembering his nudity, Vulcane cleared his thoughts and decided now what would be the best move to make this Solstice, a thin smile slowly crossing his face.

"That's my Propel. Now, my robes."

The girl's doey amber eyes sparked with some dull sense of recognition, and she nodded, backing away to the closet where she turned and revealed her plush backside to him like two halves of a moon to pull a kimono with many white Japanese cranes in flight off the rack, folding it over her arms and displaying it at full length to him.

"The Cranes, My Lord?"

Vulcane lowered his sharp chin to his bony collar and fingered the silky material, the bright azure and green fabric with ornate reliefs at the collar, and gold leaf decorating the tips of the white feathers.

"Yes." She raised his thin arm carefully and slid the sleeve over his left side, pinning it around his waist with one hand as the other slid his right arm inside.

"Second. The Phoenix." He said, his eyes flickered to a black robe, which she retrieved. It was decorated with the mythical creature in flight on the back. The front was designed with swirls of fire and flaming feathers.

She dressed him once again, smoothing the fabric down his gaunt sternum, pulling the folds closer to conceal his wasting form. Vulcane held his chin high, his long strands of upper lip hair now braided, the black and white strands crisscrossing in a chessboard pattern.

"Next, the Dragon." He seethed; his dark eyes flashed, the pupils narrowed from the openings in the ceiling that allowed rays of light to spill down and cut through the darkness of the underground chamber. His eyes were like liquid gold mixed in hot magma.

"Yes, My Lord. You are the Dragon. Eater of all primeval beings, the Horned Beast, Serpent of Fire." Her hollow voice lamented, her amber eyes meeting with his lovingly as if under hypnosis as she wrapped him with the clean white robe, perfectly crisp and white as the pallid flesh of a Shinigami.

The Mars Eternal Dragon, Ryokana curled around his back; it was endless in its coils of hair-thin black ink delicately, painstakingly stroked by an artisan, scale by crimson scale. The long black whiskers of the dragon curled back viciously, displaying its long needle point fangs; its elegant horns grew from the back of its narrow skull to deadly points, the eyes a vibrant golden hue such as his own.

Propel brought him his obi, as he lifted his arms and allowed her to wrap the many translucent silken layers together until they became opaque, and she tied the front with a red string.

"My blade." He commanded; now his form seemed more regal, his withering unseen beneath the beauty of his many layered kimono. His strength showed in the intensity of his gaze, the fear that he instilled with his third eye that followed the girl's every move as she carefully carried the katana flat in her hands, sliding the black decorative sheath into the tie on his obi and then the sword with an intonation of cold steel.

"Good, you are ever so dutiful... Saiashi." He whispered, the eye concentrated its focus onto her, then the iris turned red and she crumpled lifeless to the floor in a heap, a dazed smile spread across her cheeks. The trail of his robe dragged across the ground, and he left her there on the cold stone.

His bare feet padded across the polished smooth sandstone with bands of quartz throughout as he stepped down into a darker cavern that was emanating light. As he came into the alcove, a silhouette stood before a large black screen with orange lettering flashing with many numbers and words in foreign languages. The shadow turned to greet him; getting to his knees, Grenada bowed his head before Vulcane.

"What do you read in the guttural language of the primates?" He spat, reading the language easily with narrowed eyes. Grenada relinquished his bow and turned, pointing to a number.

"The Wandering Eye has located a.. hmhm, familiar energy reading once again. The Prince of All Filth has.. mhm, returned." Grenada sneered, and pulled something from behind his back. It was a tattered piece of red fabric. Vulcane chuckled and took the fabric, holding it away from himself as if filthy.

"Do you know what we can do with this?" He sneered.

Grenada's head jerked up. "B-Burn it?!" He asked excitedly, his eyes illuminated as he brought one flaming hand forth to offer his assistance. Vulcane chuckled, commending his servant's undying passion for incineration.

"No, we will not burn it. The monkeys will sniff out their own filth; unlike our refined senses, they enjoy their own stench. We will remind them who we are." He handed the small cloak back to him, nodding. "Give it to Reign. He will know how to utilize it. For now, I am granting you a great reward. In my place, you shall have what you have always desired. Kannon will be difficult to tame. I cannot spare the energy that would take, nor can I procreate. That is where you come in, Grenada. But do not make it an expression of kindness. No. Punish her." Grenada's entire being seemed to quiver, he took a sharp intake of breath and nodded eagerly, tensing with the sudden surge of hot blood flowing through his entire body.

"Hmhm..Mhm.. Can I...burn her?" He asked excitedly. Vulcane sighed, chuckling softly.

"I don't care. Just make sure she survives. You can burn her pretty face for all I care, all we need is to secure the vessel."

Grenada bowed enthusiastically, quivering as if ready to burst from every vein.

"Thank you, My Lord. This is a great honor you have given me! You are a most kind and formidable Master." He spoke with not one stutter, so much was his great relief.

"As expected. The Saiyan sympathizer will know her fault."

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She felt heavy, burdened with the agony of being unable to escape. Bulma's eyelids seemed to weigh two tons as she struggled to keep them open, blinking wearily as she reached to feel the solid warmth she was cradled in, feeling her face pressed to smooth, tan skin.

"Hey there, beautiful. You're awake." Yamcha said softly, smiling down at her with those kind brown eyes, the skin that did not pucker or repulse her, the slashes across his eye and cheek that she had so tenderly grazed with loving fingertips not so long ago.

"Yamcha... what are you doing here?" She murmured, lifting her head and feeling her mouth was parched and her eyes were dry. Bulma struggled to sit up in bed, so he assisted her by sitting up against the headboard, sliding his smooth skin against hers.

He laid her head against his chest and stroked her long blue locks. "What else would I be doing? You had a panic attack... I've just been staying with you while you rest to make sure you're ok." He said softly, stroking her pale shoulder. Bulma looked around the room with a faint panic in her eyes, looking for what, she didn't know.

"Did you need something..?" He asked, reaching for a glass of water on the bedside stand; next to it was the empty bottle of Valium. She nodded and took a sip, feeling shy for whatever reason as she realized neither of them were even dressed; she pulled one arm over her chest and looked at him in question.

"We didn't...?" She gasped, causing him to laugh and pull her closer to him, the drink sloshing on her chest.

"Oh did we, heh heh. Don't you remember? That's how I always calm you down... I know what makes you forget, Bulma..." He said in a sultry voice, lowering his head to lap the drop of water from her pink rosy nipple. Bulma flinched back, her skin prickling. "You like this, this is what makes you go wild for me, isn't it?" He said ruggedly, taking it in his mouth and sucking. Her senses were dulled to the feelings of pleasure, her mind seemed only a vapid wasteland devoid of emotion. Bulma lowered her head and brushed her hand clumsily over his hair which spread wildly over his shoulders.

"I don't know... w-what I like anymore." She whispered, shakily setting the glass down on the table. She placed both hands on his head and pushed him back from her, pulling the sheet up around her. Yamcha was puzzled as she pulled away from his arms, frowning.

"What do you mean? You liked it before... Are you sure you're feeling ok?"

Bulma nodded her head. "I'm ok... just t-tired."

"Don't worry, you can just rest, I'll be gentle." He said lustfully, coming closer and pushing her gently down on her back. He kissed her throat, stroking her chest with his warm calloused hands, and Bulma felt the dizziness overtaking her control as the room began to spin around her.

No...! I don't want this...

She felt only a dull throbbing pain in her abdomen as he made an empty gesture of love to her where it no longer could be felt; the numbness of sedation made her hands clinging to his back fall away as only the whites of her eyes showed beneath her thick blue lashes.

"Ahh.. Bulma, you have no idea how I've missed you.. Unh..I'll show you how much I really want you...I love you so much..." His unheard whisper in her ear tickled, only on the very fringe of her consciousness.

Vegeta...Vegeta...!

Help me...!

Make it stop..!

She begged, calling to him from the depths of her subconscious, not for his touch in place of her former love, or for his wrathful hand; no, all she wanted was to be free to choose what she wanted, free to say no when she could no longer speak.

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Laughter came from an alcove in the dark sanctum, where Kannon was sitting on the bed entertaining the children with a story as Propel helped another practice braiding on Kannon's hair. Shuri, Caine and Sashi listened to her with interest as keeping the other three's attention was a bit harder for Propel.

Kannon smiled as she talked, recalling the fantasy tale she'd made up just for telling the children. "Now, Blast and Baldy were trying to stop Spikes from slipping in the giant snail's slime as Garlic Head ran off and charged the thing, but accidentally bonked his head off the shell and busted his lip–" She broke her sentence, attempting to stifle her laughter and finish the story.

"Then Baldy managed to get ahold a' Spikes, but then we- I mean, both Baldy and Blast both fell down on their butts!"

Sashi, Caine and Shuri giggled as Kannon continued the exciting tale, then yelped when her hair was yanked hard enough to pull her head back.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, but Bazuka already had a good grip on it, and Mace was keeping Propel occupied by pulling on her long pink hair as well; the spawn of Grenada seeming to share his urge for violence.

"Stop that foolishness right now." A voice said sharply, and all the laughter and mischief stopped immediately. Vulcane stood in the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed to be simmering with a great, dark aura, his flame-like eyes burning on the mischievous children. When Bazuka saw this, he let go of Kannon's hair immediately and went to hide behind the woman he was previously torturing. The others hid behind Propel's dress, peeking out the sides.

"Shuri, Sashi and Caine, your father is currently outside fighting against the enemy's prince. Do you not think, at a time like this, that your laughter is disrespectful?" He intoned seriously, his heavy black brows wrinkling the skin above his hooked nose.

"They didn't mean it, Master, it was my mistake for telling a funny story." Kannon said, standing up and bowing. He eyed her, then Propel, who looked guiltily up at him with large, amber eyes as she held two of the children's hands.

"I'm sorry as well, Master. It was I that decided to teach lessons on hair braiding, so that we may emulate you, our most distinguished Lord." She said meekly, bowing as well. Vulcane blew out an annoyed breath, his long, braided mustache puffing out with the action.

"Ridiculous." He sneered, then moved his hand to instruct them to stand up straight. Vulcane then walked into the room, and strolled behind Kannon. He inspected the mess that Bazuka had made with her hair, and quickly remedied it by raking his long, thin fingers through her cornsilk-like hair, snagging any knots and breaking them free roughly. Propel winced as she watched, stroking her own hair anxiously.

Kannon remained still, crossing her arms and appearing unaffected even as his claw-like hands combed her hair, then began the process of parting, and plaiting the strands neatly. The braid was so tight that her hair strained at the roots, her teeth gritting as he pulled each knot until secure. This process went on for just a minute, until Vulcane used the small red tie that had been tangled in it to secure it neatly.

"There. That is how a braid is properly done." He remarked flatly, exhaling a rancid breath down her neck and making the hairs there stand on end. Vulcane frowned, looking oddly grave with concern as he mulled over something that caused him great distress.

"Propel, I order you to go underground with the children and keep hidden until the threat is over. Kannon, I order you to keep guard over the Saiyans in case they sniff out their prince and dare uprising. I am going to join the others in battle, and this pest will be extinguished." He said bitterly, then turned sharply out of the room to guide Propel to the underground chambers, looking at Kannon over his shoulder momentarily.

She gasped, her body stiffening as for a moment, his third eye focused on her and turned red. It burned into her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the mental intrusion that felt like jagged knives digging along the pathways of her brain. Vulcane scoffed and tore his eye away from her mind, causing even more pain.

"You escaped my grasp today. But know, if ever you attempt to disobey me again, I will not take it lightly."

Kannon flinched away as he spat the last words out before turning briskly, her fists balled up so tight her knuckles were turning white. She felt disgusted for having been touched by him, for having his eyes inside her mind invading every crack and crevice, yet unable to break through her strong mental barrier. Her red aura pulsed around her, then faded away quickly as she walked out the room to do as ordered.

Now that the tide had risen, she could almost feel the churning of the sea in her belly, the heat of the Solstice sun infused in her blood, pent up energy rushing through every vein of her being. Kannon found her way to the cellar door that separated the Saiyans' domain with theirs, and placed her hand upon it.

Kannon closed her eyes and attempted to channel her pain into doing, why in all the years she had been trapped there, hadn't she ever explored the Earth? Amongst all its inhabitants, surely she could blend in? But maybe the true reason was that she had been…Waiting. For a savior that would never see to her rescue, one that she was sure meeting had been just a fantasy, now. A cruel trick, to claim her heart and body and make it so no other man could touch her. Kannon placed her hand over the side of her throat where Vulcane's breath still burned, and felt a pulsing anomaly on the skin that was entirely alien to her race.

She placed her trembling hand on the doorknob, and swallowed anxiously, her heart pounding as she knew that going through this threshold; taking the plunge into the depths of the Saiyan prison and unleashing this chaos could potentially mean her death, theirs, and everything she knew and held dear. Kannon hesitated, releasing the knob as if it had burned her, and instead turning her back on the door, silencing those highly unreasonable urges.

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There was a dim light emanating from beneath the cellar door before which Kannon stood guard, her arms crossed before her as Grenada sauntered by. His eyes followed her hungrily, his upper lip curling with a devious smile.

He came to a stop, lowering his chin and glaring at her, and Kannom narrowed her eyes hatefully at him as if she knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Hmhm..." He grunted, a stuttering chuckle. His phosphorus orbs lit with images of grandeur, delirious with the smug, satisfied feeling of achievement that he held over her. "Hmm..." Grenada mused, stroking his chin with his thumb in thought as he looked her up and down.

"What? Just spit it out!" She snarled, throwing her arms up with exasperation.

He curled one blackened finger to beckon her closer and she stepped forward without fear, grunting as he tugged her closer to him by her braid that hung to the side of her head.

"Do you-hmm…know what today is?"

"I know… It's the longest day of the year. The day, one that I dread more with each passing year… And you know why? Because, it means you'll come crawling to me on your hands and knees, beggin' me to be your mate. It ain't happenin'." She snapped, glaring up into his face.

Grenada didn't seem dissuaded by her clear rejection, yet again he purred until her ear and attempted to break through her hard exterior. "Oh, Kannon…mmm.. Can't you feel the r-rising tides? Doesn't it make your blood…hhh..boil?"

Kannon gasped as he pulled her to his body, grinding up against her and breathing in her ear. She placed her hands on his chest in order to push away, but was held captive as her hair was being wrenched at the roots. It was true that the tides did make her feel more energetic, and her body was at its highest fertility, which for a Gemini female, matched perfectly with the Solstice of the sun. Even so, it didn't make her desperate enough to let Grenada have his way with her. Ever.

"You must regret refusing me now, Kannon.. mhm.." He chuckled softly. "Vulcane deemed you would be his newest mate, hmm.. in over 28 years he has not fathered a child since... hmm? But he…heh.. he is impotent. I'm not. That's why he's sent me in his place."

"And why should I care? Neither of you will get the chance." She scoffed, acting unbothered.

"I'm not asking for a turn." Grenada seethed, tightening his grip on her hair until the strands strained at the roots. He held his other hand up in front of her face, removing the red glove with his teeth.

"I don't think so." She snapped, digging her nails into him and forcing her knee firmly up between his legs. Grenada grunted, folding over and groaning in pain as she attempted to wrench his hand from her hair. Kannon deftly pulled a switchblade from where it was hidden in the center of her cleavage, tucked snugly in the band of her bra. She clicked it open with a smooth slice of metal and held it to her hair. "You think I won't just cut this off?" She said smugly, raising it back. Grenada chuckled, leaning closer so that the blade was pressed to his throat, and kissed her earlobe.

"I don't think you will, Kannon. I think you like the attention you've been deprived of more. Hmhm.." He breathed in her ear and nibbled at the soft flesh. Kannon reared up her leg and kicked him across his midsection, and with a quick tear she cut away the taut hair, a shower of golden strands coming away with the severed braid in his hand.

Grenada regained his composure, chuckling. With one swift motion he clutched her throat and the hand holding the switchblade beneath both impossibly strong hands, nailing her to the door and causing her to drop the knife. His eyes gleamed with delirium, the phosphorus orbs moving erratically.

He released her other wrist and displayed to her his powerful hand, rotating his fingers back and forth, causing his tight black skin on the back of it to gleam, the veins beneath squirming over his tendons. Kannon stared at the hand with fear, her eyes widened, and she could only quiver as he traced one finger down her cheek and left a black streak. She cringed back, gulping.

"Tell me that you..hmm, regret neglecting me for all these years I've yearned for you. Mhmm.. Say 'Grenada, please love me!'" He said in a mocking tone, slamming her head into the door. She coughed as her trachea was crushed by the motion, the resulting scrape causing blood to smear high on her firm cheekbone.

"Mhm.. show me how badly you want me to forgive you, Kannon!" He flipped her around to face the door, pulling her ass down so that her lower back ached at the forced angle. She dug her nails into the door and cried out in pain as he pressed her there with an iron grip.

He whispered in her ear, 'Say, 'Oh Grenada, I want you!' NOW!"

His body jerked upwards viciously, and she cried out from the hard motion, tossing her head back as he chuckled with satisfaction at her healthy reaction to his clear desire for her.

"Please.. Don't do this.." She pleaded.

Grenada curled his orange madder spiked head down to meet her and bit into her neck, shaking his head violently as if to snap her neck like a rabid dog would, wrenching her skull back by the roots of her hair to expose her throat further. Kannon's emerald eyes stared helplessly at the ceiling, awaiting her death by the madman. He pulled back with a slurp; long strings of saliva with red tendrils laced in them stretched and fell on her collarbone as he touched her with his blackened flesh. He stroked his smooth fingers lacking prints down her silky throat, down to the crevice of her bosom, fondling her breasts roughly like kneading dough, hefting her up onto his lap until her feet left the floor and she was now utterly trapped by his weight crushing her to the door. He grunted with another bout of spasmodic tics, his head twitching to the side, his fingers tensed rigidly and crushed her sensitive breasts, squeezing them until the flesh bulged obscenely between his coaly fingers.

Tears began to fill Kannon's eyes as Granada regained his senses and allowed his burnt hand to travel down the smooth wrapping on her stomach to the area between her legs.

He chuckled, "Feel how warm that is? Not quite burning, these fingers could make you very happy, Kannon...Mhm...I know Propel enjoys them. But she's no challenge. Mhm. Not like you..." He licked the leaking bite mark on her throat tenderly, forgivingly.

Kannon responded with a husky voice, "I'm sorry... Grenada, I... I can't let you do this..." She sobbed, then gasped with surprise as his hand grew hotter, moving rapidly against the crook of her thighs. Absinthe green flames crept up his rippled scar tissue, licking at his skin, and burned a hole through her clothing, stopping at the thin fabric of her white underwear.

His dark fingers left charcoal streaks on her delicate reddened skin as he pulled away her panties and burned them to nothing.

"Say it, say it!" He seethed, the blackened skin of his hand became hotter against her skin until it was nearly burning.

"I don't want you!" She screamed, and elbowed him hard in the ribs. Grenada fell back, clutching his side and looking surprised by her statement, as if she hadn't already made herself clear.

"Ack! Y-you only refuse me because I'm...hmm not one of those filthy saiyans you care so much about! You'll r-regret this. Your punishment could have been mhmuch more pleasant.."

"You would try to burn me alive!" Kannon seethed, holding back her tears.

"I control the flame, it does not control me...Even though you have hurt me...mhm.." He spoke softly, raising his digits bathed in flame, waving them hypnotically before her eyes and flexing his fingers. The flame reflected in her eyes, her pupils following it fearfully.

"Hmm. But not after you left me abandoned for so long, I can only burn you now... I am a simple flame flickering in the night, lighting the way for the lost, but you left me.. alone, and now I will burn your house down ...mhm.." He said softly, rubbing two fingers together and causing the flame to spark up higher, acid yellow at its tip.

"Grenada.. I'm sorry…I-I didn't mean to hurt you.." She cried, staring at the flickering flame and swallowing anxiously.

"Shhh..." He pressed the two fingers to his lips; his eyes softened as the flames bathed his flesh. He licked his fingers, flambéing his own mouth with green fire. He pulled Kannon nearer by her chin, and she gasped as he pressed his lips to hers and opened her mouth with force to share the fiery kiss.

Kannon squirmed, her muffled screams dying in his mouth as he passionately stroked his burning hot tongue in her comparatively cool mouth. Kannon choked as she felt the flame crawling down her throat, tickling her sinuses and scorching the tender flesh there. She sputtered, coughing. Grenada pulled back and smiled, a small flame flickering at the corner of his mouth. Kannon covered her mouth with her hands, feeling the numbing heat there as he continued to placidly speak, the flames licking his lips as if they were harmless.

"Mmm… Since you left me to burn, I have incinerated all my soul. My heart is a blackened stone within my chest. Hmhm. Kannon, I hope you are happy with your choice, hhm because it shall be the end of you, and those filthy Saiyans."

He looked to his hand and the flames died. He pulled away from her, righting himself and shrugging away any lingering feelings that he had felt for her. Kannon allowed her body to fall to the floor bonelessly, her head slumped back to the door. She touched her mouth aimlessly and felt her lips no longer burning.

"Grenada..." She choked out, sobbing.

"Mmhm...? Have I granted your deepest desire? I hope you are happy with yourself, Kannon. It did not have to be like this." He spat, lowering his head of erratic scarlet spikes, the green flames crawling up his arms as he left her there, allowing the front door to slam behind him.

End

The beast's aura approaching him was nothing like the serene calm that Reign always maintained; never quick to anger, nor capable of the alien emotion. The Man of Neptune regarded the Man of Saiya, his appearance true to their earliest origin; he was nothing but a primitive savage in the calm green-umber pools of Reign's moroseful eyes that slant downwards as if grieving.

"You care to explain what happened here?... There was the wreckage of a battle here not two days ago, and now it's gone along with my..." The voice of the savage was guttural to him, seething, rasping, hateful. Reign could not feel anger, but he could feel disgust, and that is what he felt for the short, ranting creature before him as he met with him, sliding both swords from their sheathes.

"Oh, ready to fight then? I thought you'd never ask!" Vegeta snarled, eager to take the new challenger. Reign did not respond, only blinked. Vegeta cracked his knuckles then crossed his arms smugly as he patiently awaited the enemy's first move.

"I just love someone who doesn't complain. You can take the first swing... before you meet your demise." He said, uncrossing his arms, spreading them wide in surrender, waiting fearlessly for the incoming blows.

Reign shot forward like a flash of light, his green and purple pommeled katanas slid against each other with an icy shrill cry, and hit Vegeta squarely in the chest, not moving him an inch or even scratching his armor.

"Ha! You'll have to do better than that!" Vegeta chuckled and dodged out of the way of the long knives. There was no need for weapons in his point of view; they only showed cowardice. All he needed was brute strength and the power that coursed within him. Vegeta burst forth with a cackle of sheer enthusiasm as he navigated around the length of the crossed swords and buried his fist in the man's cheek.

Reign turned his face and skidded backwards; a thin trickle of blood slid down his chin and he laid his gaze back onto his opponent, coming forth once again. He was too late to anticipate Vegeta's duck beneath the slicing blades, rolling between Reign's spread legs and getting onto his feet. Vegeta swiveled around and grasped the man by his wrists, pulling them out in a spread eagle fashion. Reign made a low groan and turned his face to the side, his upper lip curling back in frustration.

"Drop the shiny toys, and fight me with your fists." Vegeta seethed in his ear, squeezing his wrists harder, grinding bone against bone until Reign gasped and loosed his grip; with a soft settling in the sand the swords were unreachable.

"Are you sure that is in your best interest, Ape Filth?" He spoke at last, each word cool even through the pain that reddened his wrists. Vegeta released him, standing in wait at his back.

"I am interested to see what you can do without your instruments." He responded with an equally cool tilt of his head. "Let's fight fair, rogue." Vegeta sneered, then pulled away his armor cockily - unafraid of anything the low level warrior could throw at him. Reign turned and smiled at him with a glint of knowing in his eyes. He reached around to the back of his head of shaggy blonde locks, and untied the red bandana. He unwrapped it swiftly, tossing the fabric to the ground. Vegeta's eyes widened as he observed the unblinking eye set in the man's forehead and stepped back two paces, glancing at his surroundings in sudden panic.

The sand, the water… No! I'm back at that terrifying place...!

Another voice came behind his back after a hard guttural choking sound; Vegeta looked back and forth frantically at the approaching man at his back.

"Hmhm... Thought I smelled filthy monkey scat... mhm.." He said in disgust.

"Grenada. So keen for you to join, would you like to assist?" Reign said smoothly, folding his hands at his sternum into an interweaving of fingers and lowering his face with malevolent intent.

"Hmhm... So this is the new one, eh? Mhm... Small and wiry, doesn't seem worth the effort. Hmhm." He said with a laughing tone, and pulled the red fabric out from where it was in his pocket.

"Ah, bring it here, brother."

Vegeta watched with widened, horrified eyes as the fluttering red fabric was passed to lodge in the entwined fingers of the other man. Grenada faced Vegeta as well, and as Vegeta observed him, his eye twitched at the power that this man held within him. A level of 3,500. He was not frightened of the number; it was the unhinged gaze in his eyes that truly unnerved Vegeta.

"Do you remember now, the people you slaughtered? Shall we refresh your memories?" Reign said softly, the tiny pupil of his third eye becoming green. Vegeta was entranced by the eye's gaze, unable to do anything but stare at the eye, then down at the fluttering fabric that slowly became aglow as the man chanted in an unfamiliar language.

Grenada strolled towards him as Vegeta attempted to pull himself from the paralysis, sweating and straining to move even just one finger. His body quivered with tension as Grenada came to him and stood before him, removing each finger from his glove, tugging the fabric achingly slow down his smooth ebony fingers.

She was speed itself; desperation wracked Launch's entire body as she barreled through the desert on the S-Cargo, tears dripping from her smooth cheeks as her indigo curls lashed at her back.

Raditz, Tien, don't do this!

She bit her lip and cranked the throttle harder, swinging the fishtailing bike back around as it reached the shore, splashing through the shallow surf as she jumped off, allowing it to land on its side as she went running indoors frantically, crying out for help.

"Master Roshi! Krillin! Help! Raditz went after Tien and he's going to kill him!"

She screamed, pounding on the bedroom door, running through the house frantically.

"Calm down, Launch! Do you know where they are?!" Krillin said, coming out running. She fell to her knees and shook her head, sobbing uncontrollably.

Krillin placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to sense their ki. In the distance towards the mountain where Tien lived, he felt two large powers approaching one another. "Come on. You may just be the only thing that can stop them!" He took her hand and lifted her to her feet, looking to where Master Roshi stood, startled.

"Let's hope it's not too late!" The old man crowed, and followed them out the door quickly, feeling a deep sensation of dread.

A/N: Thank you to my readers for being so patient with my updates as I am having this work revamped with the help of my beta reader, polkapan. I thoroughly enjoy reading your predictions, opinions and reactions on my story as it unfolds. If you are reading this now, be aware that the changes being made during the editing process may alter your understanding of the future chapters.