The Price of Power 12
By: Kichi
AUTHOR'S NOTE: At last! An all-new chapter! Vegeta Radditz, Nappa, Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria and Kuui and the Ginyu... BLA BLA BLA. These characters were created by Akira Toriyama, and are being used without permission. Also, * indicates thoughts instead of :: . My spell check kept bugging me about it.
Planet Arastas
Steam hissed in Vegeta's face, bringing the young Saiyan fully to consciousness. He sat up with a groan and opened the pod door; he stepped outside, stretching with a yawn. Instantly his scouter registered hundreds of chi's and he looked up to the edge of the impact crated his pod had caused, and saw dozens of humanoid creatures staring down at him.
*Oops! * Vegeta thought with a quick grin and shot into the air. He heard a collective gasp as his aura flared and he began to gather energy for his Gallic Gun (I know this is the FUNimation term, but I was looking through my comics and couldn't find the actual name) he was about to release it when he noticed several aura's snap up around the natives. * Shit! * Vegeta thought in annoyance and threw the blast. There were stones raining down from the sky accompany a thunderous explosion and as the smoke cleared Vegeta felt as if a hand had grabbed him by the throat and squeezed.
The natives were all intact and seemingly unharmed by the Gallic gun. He knew that if he just kept firing he may have a better chance of doing serious damage, but at the same time he would be considerably weakened. And if that didn't work, they'd destroy him in a second or turn him into a cyborg or whatever it was that they did to aliens that landed on their planet. A native flew up to him and began to jabber in its foreign tongue. Vegeta eyed it warily. Soft flesh was encased in some sort of flexible metal, at least he thought. He examined it closer and noticed that there were so many moving parts and tiny pieces that it only had the appearance of being flexible. He was impressed and disgusted at the same time.
The creature suddenly reached out and Vegeta recoiled, instantly aiming a high-kick at the creature's head. The native's head was snapped to the side and the aliens below began to jabber angrily. Vegeta was astonished. He'd put all his strength behind that blow and it had done nothing! * That thing should be headless! * he thought, his stomach souring as he got his first taste of despair. The native before him scowled, its eyes narrowing in anger. It shouted something to its comrades below and before Vegeta could blink they were all attacking at once. He blocked several blows at once and let his ki flare, pushing them back. They hovered for a moment as if deciding their next move. One charged from the fray and Vegeta quickly slapped it, sending it crashing to the ground. As soon as he'd struck the native, two more had charged. He spun to avoid one at the same time kicking the second in the chest, severing wires.
They stopped the assault and began to jabber to each other again and for the first time Vegeta noticed how hungry he was. The realization seemed to make his stomachs' protests louder. It felt as if his strength was all working towards keeping it quiet. He frowned, he hated when he got this hungry. He felt like throwing up, but his stomach was empty so he'd just end up dry heaving for an hour. He began to sniff at the air trying to detect anything that smelled good, but what would cyborgs eat? Probably nothing. He growled as they continued to talk, but it was buying him time, until he ate he wouldn't be able to think properly, let alone fight. He hoped there was some kind of animal or vegetable he could eat. He sniffed a bit more until he smelled something like an animal. Without even giving a glance to the natives still whispering in front of him, Vegeta took off.
Nappa's pod flew rapidly through space. He was closing in on Arastas. He growled in anger. How he hated Frieza! If anything had happened to the Prince he would kill Frieza. Of course, he knew he had a snowball's chance in hell of beating him, but he had to try, as would any other Saiyan. Better to die fighting than cowering in a heap at stupid Frieza's feet.
"Planet fall in ten minutes." The computer informed him. He munched on a compressed food bar that was stored in all Saiyan pods, which held all the essential vitamins and nutrients for survival. They tasted like crap, but it was better than nothing. And according to the computer, there was not much vegetation or animal life on Arastas. 90 percent of all land on Arastas had been developed with the exception of a few major forests and wetlands.
In one of the few remaining forests of Arastas a young gazelle (or something similar) lapped water from a clear stream. There was a rustling of leaves and the gazelle raised its head, listening for the tiniest sound. Suddenly, strong hands clamped around its neck and twisted.
Vegeta sighed in satisfaction as he heard the deer's neck snap. He was absolutely ravenous. Grabbing a leg, he pulled until it tore off at the hip. The smell of blood hit his nose and without realizing it, he began to drool. He lapped at the gushing blood before taking a bite of the flesh. He sat there for half an hour gnawing the flesh to the bone until the whole animal was nearly skeletonized. Only the innards and the head remained intact. He leaned back with a sigh and belched, grinning as he felt his strength return. He'd have to return to the city he'd landed in to clear out the population and get his pod back, but he doubted he would have any trouble now. He rose to his feet, not bothering to clean the blood off of himself, and took off towards the city.
"I thought you said the Prince wouldn't need your help." Kishiro pouted. Radditz frowned.
"Arastas is full of cyborgs with high power levels, he shouldn't have any trouble, but it is my duty to make sure he is all right at least. It is your duty as well now. You are a Saiyan after all." Kishiro frowned, biting her lip.
"But I don't know how to fly or use any of my powers besides brute strength. How will I be any help?" Radditz turned to gaze at her.
"Come with me. Now is the best time to learn." Kishiro stared into her lap. She wanted to go but she was afraid. She may be a Saiyan, but she did not have a Saiyans heart or their battle lust. She was still the same girl she had been before. She preferred to work on technical things. She was not a fighter; she didn't even know how to throw a punch correctly. But she didn't want to tell Radditz. She thought he would think less of her, and not care for he like she hoped he did.
So instead of staying on the ship like she wanted to, she rose to her feet with a slight smile plastered on her face.
"Yes, Radditzu."
Nappa's pod sat at the bottom of a crater on the edge of a forest. He clicked his scouter to search for the Prince. The scouter began to blip madly.
"Power level 17,000! Two feet away!!" he spun around, almost panicked, but sighed in relief when he saw Vegeta's smirking visage.
"Nappa, you dolt! Who did you think it was? One of the natives?" Nappa grinned and slapped his forehead.
"Duh! I shoulda' known it was you." Then he noticed Vegeta had blood all over his hands and face. "Hey, you've been having fun without me!" he whined. Vegeta scowled.
"Fool! I was just eating." He snapped. "Now why are you here?" Nappa grinned stupidly.
"I wanted to come and blow up some robots too! I was bored! Besides, I heard the natives are tough."
"Pfft!" Vegeta snorted. "Are you implying that I can't take care of myself?" Nappa bit the inside of his lip, hoping Vegeta would not have a violent outburst.
"N-no my Prince! I just wanted to have some fun!" Vegeta cringed at the whiney pitch of his voice.
"FINE! You big baby! But if you get in my way, I'll kick your ass!" he snarled before taking off.
"I won't." Nappa mumbled, his face hardening into a frown. * Sometimes that boy can be infuriating! * Nappa mused. But he dared not talk back to the Prince so long as he valued his life. He took off after the Prince.
I know this is really short, but the next one will be lots longer I promise! I don't want to get into what's gonna happen till the next chapter.
By: Kichi
AUTHOR'S NOTE: At last! An all-new chapter! Vegeta Radditz, Nappa, Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria and Kuui and the Ginyu... BLA BLA BLA. These characters were created by Akira Toriyama, and are being used without permission. Also, * indicates thoughts instead of :: . My spell check kept bugging me about it.
Planet Arastas
Steam hissed in Vegeta's face, bringing the young Saiyan fully to consciousness. He sat up with a groan and opened the pod door; he stepped outside, stretching with a yawn. Instantly his scouter registered hundreds of chi's and he looked up to the edge of the impact crated his pod had caused, and saw dozens of humanoid creatures staring down at him.
*Oops! * Vegeta thought with a quick grin and shot into the air. He heard a collective gasp as his aura flared and he began to gather energy for his Gallic Gun (I know this is the FUNimation term, but I was looking through my comics and couldn't find the actual name) he was about to release it when he noticed several aura's snap up around the natives. * Shit! * Vegeta thought in annoyance and threw the blast. There were stones raining down from the sky accompany a thunderous explosion and as the smoke cleared Vegeta felt as if a hand had grabbed him by the throat and squeezed.
The natives were all intact and seemingly unharmed by the Gallic gun. He knew that if he just kept firing he may have a better chance of doing serious damage, but at the same time he would be considerably weakened. And if that didn't work, they'd destroy him in a second or turn him into a cyborg or whatever it was that they did to aliens that landed on their planet. A native flew up to him and began to jabber in its foreign tongue. Vegeta eyed it warily. Soft flesh was encased in some sort of flexible metal, at least he thought. He examined it closer and noticed that there were so many moving parts and tiny pieces that it only had the appearance of being flexible. He was impressed and disgusted at the same time.
The creature suddenly reached out and Vegeta recoiled, instantly aiming a high-kick at the creature's head. The native's head was snapped to the side and the aliens below began to jabber angrily. Vegeta was astonished. He'd put all his strength behind that blow and it had done nothing! * That thing should be headless! * he thought, his stomach souring as he got his first taste of despair. The native before him scowled, its eyes narrowing in anger. It shouted something to its comrades below and before Vegeta could blink they were all attacking at once. He blocked several blows at once and let his ki flare, pushing them back. They hovered for a moment as if deciding their next move. One charged from the fray and Vegeta quickly slapped it, sending it crashing to the ground. As soon as he'd struck the native, two more had charged. He spun to avoid one at the same time kicking the second in the chest, severing wires.
They stopped the assault and began to jabber to each other again and for the first time Vegeta noticed how hungry he was. The realization seemed to make his stomachs' protests louder. It felt as if his strength was all working towards keeping it quiet. He frowned, he hated when he got this hungry. He felt like throwing up, but his stomach was empty so he'd just end up dry heaving for an hour. He began to sniff at the air trying to detect anything that smelled good, but what would cyborgs eat? Probably nothing. He growled as they continued to talk, but it was buying him time, until he ate he wouldn't be able to think properly, let alone fight. He hoped there was some kind of animal or vegetable he could eat. He sniffed a bit more until he smelled something like an animal. Without even giving a glance to the natives still whispering in front of him, Vegeta took off.
Nappa's pod flew rapidly through space. He was closing in on Arastas. He growled in anger. How he hated Frieza! If anything had happened to the Prince he would kill Frieza. Of course, he knew he had a snowball's chance in hell of beating him, but he had to try, as would any other Saiyan. Better to die fighting than cowering in a heap at stupid Frieza's feet.
"Planet fall in ten minutes." The computer informed him. He munched on a compressed food bar that was stored in all Saiyan pods, which held all the essential vitamins and nutrients for survival. They tasted like crap, but it was better than nothing. And according to the computer, there was not much vegetation or animal life on Arastas. 90 percent of all land on Arastas had been developed with the exception of a few major forests and wetlands.
In one of the few remaining forests of Arastas a young gazelle (or something similar) lapped water from a clear stream. There was a rustling of leaves and the gazelle raised its head, listening for the tiniest sound. Suddenly, strong hands clamped around its neck and twisted.
Vegeta sighed in satisfaction as he heard the deer's neck snap. He was absolutely ravenous. Grabbing a leg, he pulled until it tore off at the hip. The smell of blood hit his nose and without realizing it, he began to drool. He lapped at the gushing blood before taking a bite of the flesh. He sat there for half an hour gnawing the flesh to the bone until the whole animal was nearly skeletonized. Only the innards and the head remained intact. He leaned back with a sigh and belched, grinning as he felt his strength return. He'd have to return to the city he'd landed in to clear out the population and get his pod back, but he doubted he would have any trouble now. He rose to his feet, not bothering to clean the blood off of himself, and took off towards the city.
"I thought you said the Prince wouldn't need your help." Kishiro pouted. Radditz frowned.
"Arastas is full of cyborgs with high power levels, he shouldn't have any trouble, but it is my duty to make sure he is all right at least. It is your duty as well now. You are a Saiyan after all." Kishiro frowned, biting her lip.
"But I don't know how to fly or use any of my powers besides brute strength. How will I be any help?" Radditz turned to gaze at her.
"Come with me. Now is the best time to learn." Kishiro stared into her lap. She wanted to go but she was afraid. She may be a Saiyan, but she did not have a Saiyans heart or their battle lust. She was still the same girl she had been before. She preferred to work on technical things. She was not a fighter; she didn't even know how to throw a punch correctly. But she didn't want to tell Radditz. She thought he would think less of her, and not care for he like she hoped he did.
So instead of staying on the ship like she wanted to, she rose to her feet with a slight smile plastered on her face.
"Yes, Radditzu."
Nappa's pod sat at the bottom of a crater on the edge of a forest. He clicked his scouter to search for the Prince. The scouter began to blip madly.
"Power level 17,000! Two feet away!!" he spun around, almost panicked, but sighed in relief when he saw Vegeta's smirking visage.
"Nappa, you dolt! Who did you think it was? One of the natives?" Nappa grinned and slapped his forehead.
"Duh! I shoulda' known it was you." Then he noticed Vegeta had blood all over his hands and face. "Hey, you've been having fun without me!" he whined. Vegeta scowled.
"Fool! I was just eating." He snapped. "Now why are you here?" Nappa grinned stupidly.
"I wanted to come and blow up some robots too! I was bored! Besides, I heard the natives are tough."
"Pfft!" Vegeta snorted. "Are you implying that I can't take care of myself?" Nappa bit the inside of his lip, hoping Vegeta would not have a violent outburst.
"N-no my Prince! I just wanted to have some fun!" Vegeta cringed at the whiney pitch of his voice.
"FINE! You big baby! But if you get in my way, I'll kick your ass!" he snarled before taking off.
"I won't." Nappa mumbled, his face hardening into a frown. * Sometimes that boy can be infuriating! * Nappa mused. But he dared not talk back to the Prince so long as he valued his life. He took off after the Prince.
I know this is really short, but the next one will be lots longer I promise! I don't want to get into what's gonna happen till the next chapter.