November 2, 762.
Chapter Eight.
"Gohan...." gasped Goku as he lay, helpless on the ground. Vegeta had beaten so much Ki out of him that he no longer possessed enough to use his Kae-O Ken technique. Gohan was angered by in inability to help his father, but, because of his youth, and lack of wisdom, he once again attempted to attack Vegeta. All his efforts were in vain, however, as he was soon pummeled into the ground by the bleeding, and tired, but still strong Vegeta.
Krillin was angered by the fact this two best friends, no matter how strong they may be, could not defeat the vile, power hungry Saiyajin. His heart sank when he realized that evil was beating good, and, soon, Earth would be helpless. Only the innocent people of Earth would remain, and no matter how hard they tried, they would not be able to repel Vegeta.
"This can't be happening," said Kami, under his breath. As Protector of Earth, it was his responsibility to make sure that the citizens of Earth survived. However, in his old age he would be almost completely useless, and would only serve to gain Vegeta more power, as every Saiyajin gains power after a battle.
Kami knew that he might be able to fuse with Piccolo to, again, become the unstoppable force that they used to be when they were one. Unfortunately, Kami did not find that option very reasonable, considering that Piccolo was only seperated from himself because he represented the evil in Kami, and was pure evil.
"Piccolo...." said King Kai, as he slowly walked up to the G-Force Modifier, and pressed his face against the glass. He could see the Namek training at the highest level that his body would allow him, but still thought that Earth was doomed. Piccolo was the only hope left for Earth, but considering Gohan used to be a higher power level that he was at this point left King Kai at a loss, and in sorrow.
The thought shocked everyone. To think that seven of the Earth's most respected fighting Corp could be obliterated, and humiliated by one seemingly weak invader from space was unbelievable, and many fought the thought, only to eventually come to their senses, and then wallow in self-pity.
Yamcha saw King Kai's act, and knew that what he had seen was most definitely not a good thing. Although he knew King Kai normally displayed his grief, but when he realized King Kai was looking at Piccolo alone he realized there wasn't much hope in any other place.
"Father...." said Gohan, under his breath, gazing with tears pouring down his face at his father, who used to be the most powerful being in the universe, but was now losing his fight to both save his life, and Earth. Gohan's heart was filled with anger, yet he could not do anything because of his massive loss of Ki.
"Aw, man," exclaimed Krillin, suddenly realizing that he was Earth's only hope until Tien arrived to help him, and that that might be a very long time away. His gaze turned from Vegeta to his friends lying hopeless on the ground, their life energy beaten from them. Yet, he could do nothing substantial.
Vegeta, finally done revelling in his glory, turned to Krillin, and said,"Hey, CueBall." Krillin immediately froze in horror. 'Is he actually talking to me?' he thought. 'No, this can't be happening.' Krillin attempted to slowly move backwards, but Vegeta saw this, and in his unrelentless rage, commonplace to him, whalloped the poor human to the ground.
Tiensennin raced down Snake Path with all of his strength, knowing he still had a Zenzu bean left for when his sojourn was over. This would restore him to full strength for the vicious battle that awaited him. "Aw, I can't believe it. How could Gohan, Krillin, and Goku lose to one guy?" The thought plagued him, and ate at his confidence. As a teenager he remembered Goku, and how he managed to overcome every obstacle, no matter how grim the situation seemed. He just didn't believe that he could make a difference after his Saiyajin companion failed.
However, he continued to press his body to run faster down Snake Path. Without his assistance, his friends would be casually blasted into oblivion. Even though Vegeta had lost a quarter, or so, of his Ki, he was still far stronger than the three injured warriors. Tien knew he was the only one who could help, and that thought urged him on, even though his death seemed imminent.
"Aw, this is unbelievable," exclaimed Master Roshi. "How could we have been so unprepared? I know we didn't expect someone of his power level, but it seemed Goku was ready." ChiChi, and Bulma nodded, also deep in thought, partially in sorrow.
Master Roshi looked out the window toward the sea were he remembered Goku training as a young boy, and then a teenager, and now, a man. This almost caused him to laugh. "Gang? I don't think Goku will go down yet. Even though the odds are against him, he's always managed to find a way out."
Author's Note.- Unfortunately, it seems I've lost interest in this series. No, I do not want applications for continuing the story. No offence, but I don't think you could carry on with my style of writing. So, if I don't publish Chapter Nine within a month, or so, just send me a really obnoxious E-Mail (Minus the swearing.), and I'll probably get back to it.
Ah, yes. I'm probably going to be writing a Pokemon story. I know Pokemon is old, and is going to die soon, but I think I have a pretty good storyline that I can use. (No, it will not have Ash, Misty, or Brock.)