A/N – Sorry this took me so long, but I had a little problem. It's a long story, and I know you all want to get to the long-awaited 12th chapter, so I will refrain form my story for now. Here it is, please review!

p.s. my friend. Mistress of the Mist, just put up her first B/V. Its really good, and she wants a little help review-wise. So check it out, tis really good, and please review, for she deserves it! Thank ye very much.

p.p.s. I said they had no guns – I lied. It's exactly like it is in the reg. DBZ, except people bath in rivers, but, Saiyains do NOT have these things. They might have a little bit – like gravity rooms and stuff, but – you get the picture. Now, on with the show!

Vegeta's mind raced as he phased in and out, kicking and punching left and right. Behind him lay a wake of destruction – he had put a new meaning to the phrase 'Sherman's March to Sea" {1}. His forces were easily making their way across the hills, now covered in the blood of their enemies.  What had led them to this battle full of bloodshed? There was nothing wrong of course, Vegeta felt his instincts kick in – the scent of fighting was driving him insane – he wanted it. Vegeta kept his swinging limbs in a concrete motion, his whole body focused on the battle, but still his mind wandered.

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He still remembered the day Nappa had told him he… he still couldn't think of it. He told him of the beatings, the darkness, the horridness of it all. He was outraged. He was beyond outraged. He wanted to kill them all, and he put that to good use. Reflecting, his troops were stronger than ever before, their life was at its peak. Wouldn't it be a great time to strike, and take it all back? For everyone else, it was a crusade, but for Vegeta, Nappa, and Chichi, it was revenge.

He called to his people, and they met him with a hardy cheer. They trained harder, and prepared for the wars. He and the others, who knew, taught everyone to fly. Vegeta knew it would hardly be a problem for any of his warriors, whether they knew how to fly or not. He and many others could destroy the planet – this wasn't a problem at all. Yet, he had to take caution – in the back of his mind, it was telling him to take caution, but he didn't know why.

The woman, Chi as she liked to be called, turned out to be an excellent cook, and had made a great impression upon the ever-hungry Saiyains, even though after many generations their appetite has worn down compared to the warriors of old. One person who was particularly interested was Goku, his best friend/arch rival. The two blossomed and had bonded soon.

But looking at the two made him sick, they acted just like he did so many months ago…

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Now he reached the authority figure, or so it seemed, sitting high-and-mighty on his high horse (literally) – watching his army shattered before his very eyes. He probably shit in his pants a couple times over. Vegeta wordlessly drifted up so he was eye to eye with the man. With a flick of his wrist, he hit the man upside the head – which could be compared to the force of ten sledgehammers - and easily snapped his neck.

With a smirk, Vegeta turned his back upon the body and looked at the fields behind him. After Jateal had been warned of their approach, they had sent over 30,000 men to the battlefield, just to scare off Vegeta's 8,000. But, little good that did – the battle took only 5 minutes – the outcome in Vegeta's favor. Bodies littered the ground, and the hills ran red with their blood. Most were sick and wounded, but the stench of bodies, quickly decomposing in the almost-tropical weather {1}, overrode it all.

Those still able-bodied were picking their way through the fields, trying to locate those still alive. Then, they began trickling there way back to the city. During this time, their invaders had already gone ahead – and had now reached the city limits.

Upon the walls were guards, firing away their machine guns, but it was useless. They hit a Saiyain, and bounced off as if it were a pebble. Then, over the wall appeared a head, topped with a crown and all.

"My name is Lord Kinas, what business do you have with me and my kingdom?" Vegeta snorted and cleared his upper lip at the comment. Now that he had actually seen the guy, he felt really bad for Bulma. With a wave of his hand, the King (Vegeta) parted the crowd of Saiyains and stepped forward. Next to him were Chichi and Nappa, who sneered even more than Vegeta, which is quite rare.

Kinas's eyebrows rose visibly, taking in the site before him.  "So, you must be the 'King Vegeta' the made man and Hana were talking about. You seem a little small from way up here!"

Vegeta's lips rose about an inch higher and his growl was heard by all. *Flower my ass!* And with that, he signaled to his troops, and they slowly rose off of the ground, Chichi being held in Goku's arms. When Vegeta was eye level with Kinas, he grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and lifted him off of the ground.

"Do I look so small now!?!" He lifted him over the parapet so he was dangling only from Vegeta's grasp. Now Vegeta had made yet another authoritive figure shit in his pants.

"How… What the fuck!?!" Was all he could say.

"Take. Me. To. The. Woman." Vegeta hissed each word slowly, but very, very deliberately.

Kinas got the picture. He led them through the city, up the tower, and to the very door to the room, which held her. Kinas fumbled with the keys, and as he grabbed the right one, put his hand to the lock. His hands shook that he couldn't keep it steady, so he kept hitting the area around the lock. Finally, he grabbed the shaking hand with his other one and forced it into the bolt.

And the door swung open.