The Price of Power 10
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama created Goku, Vegeta, and every character in this fic. (Except for the aliens I've made up, but they don't count)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please review, I like reviews. KYAHAHAH!
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Vegeta opened his eyes to a rush of steam. It was dark outside the little window on his pod door. The door opened with a soft hiss and he stepped outside. The air smelled fragrant and inviting, he took a step and shot up in the air dozens of feet. He gaped in wonder, the gravity was almost non-existent. With an innocent smile he had not used since early childhood he leapt into the air again, almost shooting through the atmosphere. He came down with an exuberant laugh; something about the air tickled him as if it was filled with an explosion of feathers. He landed again and bounced up at the impact, high over the treetops.
He landed once again and bounced toward a thick grove of ancient-looking trees. The sights of the massive trees reminded him of Peliger. But where Peliger's trees were amazingly tall, this planet's trees were massive in girth. Vegeta frowned. He knew his mission, but for a moment all he wanted to do was forget it all and have some fun. (The fun that doesn't include killing large populations of living beings). He was only seventeen though (that being about 30 in human years I suppose), and he was still young enough by his race's standards to have the luxury of acting like a fool every once in a great while. He leapt on the tree and began to scale the rough bark, his tail coiling around tree limbs. He felt a little silly, but what did it matter? As far as he could tell, no one was around. His scouter hadn't picked up any life forms yet, and he was wary of flying as he imagined himself shooting out of the upper atmosphere. He stopped as he reached a massive branch and sat down, a sudden though occurred to him. Maybe this was how Frieza planned to get rid of him? ::Does he think I'm stupid?:: Vegeta wondered briefly. He shrugged and settled himself in a semi-comfortable spot on the branch and pushed the button on his scouter. Instantly thousands of chi's registered, each around 1000 and up.
He grinned as he realized he was going to have some fun after all. He jumped down from the branch and shot into the air again, almost flying into another tree. As he landed, he decided that walking might be a wise course of action.
"I can't believe Frieza did that!" Nappa growled. Radditz nodded, his own countenance twisted in a frown. "Who knows what's down there?"
"We can easily find out what lives down there." Radditz replied. Like his father before him, Radditz often thought things out before reacting, a trait seldom seen in a saiyan. He motioned for Nappa to follow and he made his way to the main deck. He knew only Frieza and his cronies were allowed up there, but it was their duty to guard the prince, even if the matter had been taken out of their hands.
Radditz entered the main deck and walked over to a console.
"Kishiro!" Radditz cried, recognizing the girl at the console. "I haven't seen you in months!" The girl turned and gave a high-pitched squeal, beaming up at Radditz. She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. "Ow." Radditz mumbled when she released him, wringing his hand. Her skin was a deep pink and her hair was flame red. Her eyes were as gold as the sun. Her race was plentiful on Frieza's ship, their strength was quite impressive, but their speed had much to be desired, and they could not generate ki for some unfathomable reason.
"How are you Radditz? I've missed you! Who's your friend?" she chirped. Radditz rolled his eyes.
"This is my commander, Nappa. We've come to ask you a favor." She nodded. "We need you to find Prince Vegeta's ki signature and tell us how strong the planet's natives are." She nodded again and her fingers flew over the keypad. Radditz peered at the images on her screen. He couldn't read the strange symbols to save his life.
"He is on a planet called Dargo. It's a class M planet and the natives are.. Oh my." Radditz frowned, staring at the screen.
"What?" Nappa snapped.
"1000 is the lowest ki registering. He may need some help." She frowned.
"Humph!" Nappa snorted. "He will not need any help. He is the strongest Saiyan alive. What is the highest ki on the planet?" Kishiro pressed a few buttons and gritted her teeth.
"What is Prince Vegeta's ki at?" she asked.
"Last time it was checked he was at 16,000." Radditz replied.
"Uh oh." Kishiro sighed.
"What? What's 'Uh oh'?" Nappa snapped, his patience wearing thin.
"There are a great deal of power levels at 20 to 30,000. He'll be killed." She sighed. "Why would Frieza send him to such a place?"
"Why indeed?" he scowled.
"I'm going there!" Nappa barked and grabbed Radditz by the arm.
"Radditzu?" Kishiro called. Radditz halted mid-step at the use of his birth name. He slowly turned to face her, his eyes wide. She blushed and stared at her lap. "Are- are you busy tonight?" Radditz raised an eyebrow, he secretly hoped she was going to ask what he thought she was and shook his head. "Cause I was wondering if I could show you something later."
"What?" he asked, trying not to sound too excited or nervous. Her gold eyes looked like the sun as she gazed at him, a small grin creeping onto her face.
"It's a surprise. Will you meet me on deck three in two hours? My shift will be over then." Radditz tried his best not to grin like a fool and failed miserable.
"Of course. I will be waiting." He turned and left, not noticing his tail was lashing in excitement.
Kishiro watched his retreating figure, in particular, the thrashing tail. She giggled and returned to her work.
He did realize, of course, that he should go and help his prince, but it could wait. Vegeta was a smart boy and his strength far surpassed Radditz's meager powers.
Vegeta sighed. He'd been walking for what seemed like hours and still had seen no sign of life except for the occasional animal or bird. He was beginning to wonder why he'd been sent here. Frieza always had a reason for what he did, no matter how strange or pointless it seemed. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he was enjoying himself. The planet was very beautiful. Tropical forests, strange animals, and the air were filled with the sounds of birds. It was oddly comforting to the prince who'd never had a use for such things. He was getting bored though, and knew only one way to remedy it. He powered up and sent a ki-ball flying into the forest. As soon as the smoke cleared, tiny shrieks of rage echoed through the destroyed foliage. Tiny, winged creatures flew out towards him. Vegeta's ki shield grew and threw the little imps to the ground. They were in the air in seconds, trying to penetrate his ki shield. He laughed at their futile attempts, but quieted as they gathered in a circle and whispered to each other. Vegeta couldn't hear them over the hum of the ki-shield, and even if he could, he doubted he would understand what they were saying.
They began to chatter at him and he had to lower his ki considerably to hear them, keeping in mind the fact that they could attack any second. Their words were pure gibberish but they seemed to be beckoning him. He snarled; his tail thrashed behind him. The little aliens recoiled for a moment, gathering together again, whispering.
Vegeta eyed them warily and then realized what he was doing. With a quick grin he vaporized the whole lot of creatures. They vanished with a shriek and left a glowing after-image. Vegeta frowned. He'd never seen that before, he wondered what the after-image came from. He briefly recalled one of his old teachers on Vejiitasei telling him about souls and the like. He'd told his father what he'd learned that day and he never saw the teacher again. At the time he didn't understand why his father had gotten rid of the teacher. He still wasn't quite sure, but now his father was dead, so he could ask someone what it was if he really wanted to know. But now that his would-be captors were dead, he wasn't quite sure what to do. So, he continued walking and hoped to find wherever they planned to take him.
Lord Frieza sat in his chambers. An icy silence filled the room; he knew that sending Vegeta to Dargo had been merely a diversion. He knew Vegeta could easily take the planet. Last time he'd checked, the natives highest ki was 5000, a mere trifle for Vegeta. But he had sensed something brewing inside the Saiyan Prince, something he did not like. It was an intense rage that was about to explode into a maelstrom of fury and Frieza knew that if that happened, then end result would be Vegeta's death. So he did something he'd never done for a mere soldier before (regardless of how valuable said soldier was). He sent him to Dargo, hoping that when Vegeta returned he would be less agitated, more willing to cooperate. :: Perhaps I should have sent him to a planet with more challenging natives. :: Frieza ground his teeth. It angered him the lengths he went to satisfy the Saiyans. He was glad that only three remained, and he only had to keep one pacified. He pushed a button on his comm. screen. Zarbon blipped into view.
"Zarbon. Send a recall to Vegeta. I am sending him to Arastas. Let him know. I want the planet purged as quickly as possible and send a crew to clean up Dargo."
"Yes, sir." The screen went blank and Frieza growled. Why was it that he felt a need to keep the brat prince happy? It was true that he was one of the strongest members of his crew. Only the Ginyu Force and a few others had the ability to defeat him. Even the other two members of his species couldn't even hold a candle to him. The boy was only seventeen saiyan years and he was an efficient killing machine. Frieza scowled. It was true that he favored Vegeta and let him get away with many things that would have been instant death for anyone else, but the reason why he did was what plagued him at the moment. It couldn't be guilt for destroying his race and killing his father while the young prince was a mere floor away. Frieza hadn't felt an ounce of guilt for anything he'd ever done. He stood and began to pace, it always seemed to aid his thinking process.
Why Vegeta... Why? He wondered. And then the answer slapped him in the face. He remembered the look on the prince's face when he'd been just a boy and Frieza had informed him that he would be coming to live on his ship. Under the mask of indifference he'd seen total devastation. And for some bizarre reason he felt a need to prove to him that it was for the best, and it was. He would never receive proper training on Vejiitasei. No one would be a challenge to him, he was the strongest being on the planet! Frieza's tail thumped in anger as he sat pondering.
Radditz ran through the halls swearing angrily. After he'd talked to Kishiro, he went to eat and then he fell asleep in his room! He had three minutes to meet her. He increased his speed and in seconds he was there. To his disappointment, Kishiro was nowhere to be found, but he'd rather have her be late then him. But then a thought occurred to him. What if she changed her mind? What if she decided against coming to see him? He bit his lip nervously, and tried to look casual as he leaned against the wall. A few off-duty guards walked past talking and laughing. He recognized one of them but said nothing, preferring to stay anonymous. Several minutes passed and still no sign of her. Radditz sighed, crestfallen and was about to turn and leave when he heard footsteps pounding down the hall.
"Radditz!" It was Kishiro running as fast as she could. Which was really slow compared to a saiyan. She stopped and gasped for air while Radditz stood, a puzzled expression on his face. "I'm- (huff huff) sorry (pant) I'm (wheeze) late." He watched her try to catch her breath, a smug smile played on his lips.
"It's ok. I was only waiting for ten minutes." He grinned as she straightened out and her gold eyes bore into his.
"I intercepted a call to Vegeta's pod. Frieza wants him to go to Arastas now. I thought you'd be interested."
"Arastas? The natives there number in the billions, I thought Frieza had a trade agreement with them. They have amazing technology." Kishiro nodded in agreement.
"They are the leader in cyborg technology and weaponry. It seems foolish to destroy those creatures, if you ask me. They are very useful. Many of Frieza's army are nothing but weaklings whose only defense is their weaponry. If they were upgraded to cyborgs, they would be much stronger."
"Why don't you explain that to him," he said as they began to walk. "A pretty girl like you could con anyone." Kishiro blushed.
"Lord Frieza will not listen to me."
"What about that green, pretty-boy?"
"Who, Zarbon?" Radditz nodded. "I have actually talked to him a few times. He might tell Lord Frieza my ideas."
"Well you better tell him before Vegeta destroys Arastas." They were silent for a few moments; all the while Radditz wondered why the girl made him so damn nervous. She was so different from any girl he'd ever known. For one thing, she smiled a lot. Saiyan girls rarely smiled, when they did it was usually the smirk that all Saiyans were known for. She was different. Her smile lit up her whole face, her eyes even sparkled it seemed, and somehow it made her more beautiful then she already was. The effect was mesmerizing. "So," he began after prolonged silence. "What did you want to show me?"
Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, Vegeta reached a settlement. He immediately powered up and sent a barrage of ki-blasts hurtling towards the town. Seconds later a powerful explosion ripped through the town, throwing Vegeta to the ground. He gasped, dust flying into his lungs making him cough harshly. What had caused such a blast? His ki-blasts were strong, but they didn't usually cause such a fiery explosion. He got to his feet and watched the smoke clear, and as he did he noticed several natives heading his way.
Before he could blink, a fist slammed into his gut sending him sprawling. He gasped in pain and quickly rolled, avoiding a kick. He leapt to his feet and dove at the attacking alien. His grasping fingers tore through what he hoped was its windpipe; but the creature continued on, hissing and gurgling. He quickly spun and lashed out with his leg, hitting the alien's back and hurling it forward. Vegeta grinned as he dodged an attack from another native. He knew he had one less to deal with; he had felt the first alien's spine snap from his kick. The one before him received a small ki-sphere through the heart- or at least when he knew a heart to be- and drove his fist into another's face, feeling the bones shatter.
There were two left. The looked at each other as if wondering if they should flee. Vegeta decided not to let them dwell on it and send rapid ki-bursts in their direction. Satisfied, as body chunks flew in separate directions, Vegeta checked his scouter and frowned when he noticed the next cluster of chi's was 100 miles away. He slowly levitated and when he failed to shoot out of the atmosphere he began to fly as fast as he could without fear of ending up in outer space.
To Be Continued...
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama created Goku, Vegeta, and every character in this fic. (Except for the aliens I've made up, but they don't count)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please review, I like reviews. KYAHAHAH!
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Vegeta opened his eyes to a rush of steam. It was dark outside the little window on his pod door. The door opened with a soft hiss and he stepped outside. The air smelled fragrant and inviting, he took a step and shot up in the air dozens of feet. He gaped in wonder, the gravity was almost non-existent. With an innocent smile he had not used since early childhood he leapt into the air again, almost shooting through the atmosphere. He came down with an exuberant laugh; something about the air tickled him as if it was filled with an explosion of feathers. He landed again and bounced up at the impact, high over the treetops.
He landed once again and bounced toward a thick grove of ancient-looking trees. The sights of the massive trees reminded him of Peliger. But where Peliger's trees were amazingly tall, this planet's trees were massive in girth. Vegeta frowned. He knew his mission, but for a moment all he wanted to do was forget it all and have some fun. (The fun that doesn't include killing large populations of living beings). He was only seventeen though (that being about 30 in human years I suppose), and he was still young enough by his race's standards to have the luxury of acting like a fool every once in a great while. He leapt on the tree and began to scale the rough bark, his tail coiling around tree limbs. He felt a little silly, but what did it matter? As far as he could tell, no one was around. His scouter hadn't picked up any life forms yet, and he was wary of flying as he imagined himself shooting out of the upper atmosphere. He stopped as he reached a massive branch and sat down, a sudden though occurred to him. Maybe this was how Frieza planned to get rid of him? ::Does he think I'm stupid?:: Vegeta wondered briefly. He shrugged and settled himself in a semi-comfortable spot on the branch and pushed the button on his scouter. Instantly thousands of chi's registered, each around 1000 and up.
He grinned as he realized he was going to have some fun after all. He jumped down from the branch and shot into the air again, almost flying into another tree. As he landed, he decided that walking might be a wise course of action.
"I can't believe Frieza did that!" Nappa growled. Radditz nodded, his own countenance twisted in a frown. "Who knows what's down there?"
"We can easily find out what lives down there." Radditz replied. Like his father before him, Radditz often thought things out before reacting, a trait seldom seen in a saiyan. He motioned for Nappa to follow and he made his way to the main deck. He knew only Frieza and his cronies were allowed up there, but it was their duty to guard the prince, even if the matter had been taken out of their hands.
Radditz entered the main deck and walked over to a console.
"Kishiro!" Radditz cried, recognizing the girl at the console. "I haven't seen you in months!" The girl turned and gave a high-pitched squeal, beaming up at Radditz. She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. "Ow." Radditz mumbled when she released him, wringing his hand. Her skin was a deep pink and her hair was flame red. Her eyes were as gold as the sun. Her race was plentiful on Frieza's ship, their strength was quite impressive, but their speed had much to be desired, and they could not generate ki for some unfathomable reason.
"How are you Radditz? I've missed you! Who's your friend?" she chirped. Radditz rolled his eyes.
"This is my commander, Nappa. We've come to ask you a favor." She nodded. "We need you to find Prince Vegeta's ki signature and tell us how strong the planet's natives are." She nodded again and her fingers flew over the keypad. Radditz peered at the images on her screen. He couldn't read the strange symbols to save his life.
"He is on a planet called Dargo. It's a class M planet and the natives are.. Oh my." Radditz frowned, staring at the screen.
"What?" Nappa snapped.
"1000 is the lowest ki registering. He may need some help." She frowned.
"Humph!" Nappa snorted. "He will not need any help. He is the strongest Saiyan alive. What is the highest ki on the planet?" Kishiro pressed a few buttons and gritted her teeth.
"What is Prince Vegeta's ki at?" she asked.
"Last time it was checked he was at 16,000." Radditz replied.
"Uh oh." Kishiro sighed.
"What? What's 'Uh oh'?" Nappa snapped, his patience wearing thin.
"There are a great deal of power levels at 20 to 30,000. He'll be killed." She sighed. "Why would Frieza send him to such a place?"
"Why indeed?" he scowled.
"I'm going there!" Nappa barked and grabbed Radditz by the arm.
"Radditzu?" Kishiro called. Radditz halted mid-step at the use of his birth name. He slowly turned to face her, his eyes wide. She blushed and stared at her lap. "Are- are you busy tonight?" Radditz raised an eyebrow, he secretly hoped she was going to ask what he thought she was and shook his head. "Cause I was wondering if I could show you something later."
"What?" he asked, trying not to sound too excited or nervous. Her gold eyes looked like the sun as she gazed at him, a small grin creeping onto her face.
"It's a surprise. Will you meet me on deck three in two hours? My shift will be over then." Radditz tried his best not to grin like a fool and failed miserable.
"Of course. I will be waiting." He turned and left, not noticing his tail was lashing in excitement.
Kishiro watched his retreating figure, in particular, the thrashing tail. She giggled and returned to her work.
He did realize, of course, that he should go and help his prince, but it could wait. Vegeta was a smart boy and his strength far surpassed Radditz's meager powers.
Vegeta sighed. He'd been walking for what seemed like hours and still had seen no sign of life except for the occasional animal or bird. He was beginning to wonder why he'd been sent here. Frieza always had a reason for what he did, no matter how strange or pointless it seemed. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he was enjoying himself. The planet was very beautiful. Tropical forests, strange animals, and the air were filled with the sounds of birds. It was oddly comforting to the prince who'd never had a use for such things. He was getting bored though, and knew only one way to remedy it. He powered up and sent a ki-ball flying into the forest. As soon as the smoke cleared, tiny shrieks of rage echoed through the destroyed foliage. Tiny, winged creatures flew out towards him. Vegeta's ki shield grew and threw the little imps to the ground. They were in the air in seconds, trying to penetrate his ki shield. He laughed at their futile attempts, but quieted as they gathered in a circle and whispered to each other. Vegeta couldn't hear them over the hum of the ki-shield, and even if he could, he doubted he would understand what they were saying.
They began to chatter at him and he had to lower his ki considerably to hear them, keeping in mind the fact that they could attack any second. Their words were pure gibberish but they seemed to be beckoning him. He snarled; his tail thrashed behind him. The little aliens recoiled for a moment, gathering together again, whispering.
Vegeta eyed them warily and then realized what he was doing. With a quick grin he vaporized the whole lot of creatures. They vanished with a shriek and left a glowing after-image. Vegeta frowned. He'd never seen that before, he wondered what the after-image came from. He briefly recalled one of his old teachers on Vejiitasei telling him about souls and the like. He'd told his father what he'd learned that day and he never saw the teacher again. At the time he didn't understand why his father had gotten rid of the teacher. He still wasn't quite sure, but now his father was dead, so he could ask someone what it was if he really wanted to know. But now that his would-be captors were dead, he wasn't quite sure what to do. So, he continued walking and hoped to find wherever they planned to take him.
Lord Frieza sat in his chambers. An icy silence filled the room; he knew that sending Vegeta to Dargo had been merely a diversion. He knew Vegeta could easily take the planet. Last time he'd checked, the natives highest ki was 5000, a mere trifle for Vegeta. But he had sensed something brewing inside the Saiyan Prince, something he did not like. It was an intense rage that was about to explode into a maelstrom of fury and Frieza knew that if that happened, then end result would be Vegeta's death. So he did something he'd never done for a mere soldier before (regardless of how valuable said soldier was). He sent him to Dargo, hoping that when Vegeta returned he would be less agitated, more willing to cooperate. :: Perhaps I should have sent him to a planet with more challenging natives. :: Frieza ground his teeth. It angered him the lengths he went to satisfy the Saiyans. He was glad that only three remained, and he only had to keep one pacified. He pushed a button on his comm. screen. Zarbon blipped into view.
"Zarbon. Send a recall to Vegeta. I am sending him to Arastas. Let him know. I want the planet purged as quickly as possible and send a crew to clean up Dargo."
"Yes, sir." The screen went blank and Frieza growled. Why was it that he felt a need to keep the brat prince happy? It was true that he was one of the strongest members of his crew. Only the Ginyu Force and a few others had the ability to defeat him. Even the other two members of his species couldn't even hold a candle to him. The boy was only seventeen saiyan years and he was an efficient killing machine. Frieza scowled. It was true that he favored Vegeta and let him get away with many things that would have been instant death for anyone else, but the reason why he did was what plagued him at the moment. It couldn't be guilt for destroying his race and killing his father while the young prince was a mere floor away. Frieza hadn't felt an ounce of guilt for anything he'd ever done. He stood and began to pace, it always seemed to aid his thinking process.
Why Vegeta... Why? He wondered. And then the answer slapped him in the face. He remembered the look on the prince's face when he'd been just a boy and Frieza had informed him that he would be coming to live on his ship. Under the mask of indifference he'd seen total devastation. And for some bizarre reason he felt a need to prove to him that it was for the best, and it was. He would never receive proper training on Vejiitasei. No one would be a challenge to him, he was the strongest being on the planet! Frieza's tail thumped in anger as he sat pondering.
Radditz ran through the halls swearing angrily. After he'd talked to Kishiro, he went to eat and then he fell asleep in his room! He had three minutes to meet her. He increased his speed and in seconds he was there. To his disappointment, Kishiro was nowhere to be found, but he'd rather have her be late then him. But then a thought occurred to him. What if she changed her mind? What if she decided against coming to see him? He bit his lip nervously, and tried to look casual as he leaned against the wall. A few off-duty guards walked past talking and laughing. He recognized one of them but said nothing, preferring to stay anonymous. Several minutes passed and still no sign of her. Radditz sighed, crestfallen and was about to turn and leave when he heard footsteps pounding down the hall.
"Radditz!" It was Kishiro running as fast as she could. Which was really slow compared to a saiyan. She stopped and gasped for air while Radditz stood, a puzzled expression on his face. "I'm- (huff huff) sorry (pant) I'm (wheeze) late." He watched her try to catch her breath, a smug smile played on his lips.
"It's ok. I was only waiting for ten minutes." He grinned as she straightened out and her gold eyes bore into his.
"I intercepted a call to Vegeta's pod. Frieza wants him to go to Arastas now. I thought you'd be interested."
"Arastas? The natives there number in the billions, I thought Frieza had a trade agreement with them. They have amazing technology." Kishiro nodded in agreement.
"They are the leader in cyborg technology and weaponry. It seems foolish to destroy those creatures, if you ask me. They are very useful. Many of Frieza's army are nothing but weaklings whose only defense is their weaponry. If they were upgraded to cyborgs, they would be much stronger."
"Why don't you explain that to him," he said as they began to walk. "A pretty girl like you could con anyone." Kishiro blushed.
"Lord Frieza will not listen to me."
"What about that green, pretty-boy?"
"Who, Zarbon?" Radditz nodded. "I have actually talked to him a few times. He might tell Lord Frieza my ideas."
"Well you better tell him before Vegeta destroys Arastas." They were silent for a few moments; all the while Radditz wondered why the girl made him so damn nervous. She was so different from any girl he'd ever known. For one thing, she smiled a lot. Saiyan girls rarely smiled, when they did it was usually the smirk that all Saiyans were known for. She was different. Her smile lit up her whole face, her eyes even sparkled it seemed, and somehow it made her more beautiful then she already was. The effect was mesmerizing. "So," he began after prolonged silence. "What did you want to show me?"
Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, Vegeta reached a settlement. He immediately powered up and sent a barrage of ki-blasts hurtling towards the town. Seconds later a powerful explosion ripped through the town, throwing Vegeta to the ground. He gasped, dust flying into his lungs making him cough harshly. What had caused such a blast? His ki-blasts were strong, but they didn't usually cause such a fiery explosion. He got to his feet and watched the smoke clear, and as he did he noticed several natives heading his way.
Before he could blink, a fist slammed into his gut sending him sprawling. He gasped in pain and quickly rolled, avoiding a kick. He leapt to his feet and dove at the attacking alien. His grasping fingers tore through what he hoped was its windpipe; but the creature continued on, hissing and gurgling. He quickly spun and lashed out with his leg, hitting the alien's back and hurling it forward. Vegeta grinned as he dodged an attack from another native. He knew he had one less to deal with; he had felt the first alien's spine snap from his kick. The one before him received a small ki-sphere through the heart- or at least when he knew a heart to be- and drove his fist into another's face, feeling the bones shatter.
There were two left. The looked at each other as if wondering if they should flee. Vegeta decided not to let them dwell on it and send rapid ki-bursts in their direction. Satisfied, as body chunks flew in separate directions, Vegeta checked his scouter and frowned when he noticed the next cluster of chi's was 100 miles away. He slowly levitated and when he failed to shoot out of the atmosphere he began to fly as fast as he could without fear of ending up in outer space.
To Be Continued...