Small note before you begin. I have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter besides a small quideline. To my first reviewers; thank you and here's some comments:

Purple Ducky: Onni had to grow up very early in his life so that explains his maturity and quick wit. I'm glad you like Yamcha ^_^. He does play an important role in this story. And I gave him the hair style I like most: bowl cut. Didn't you think he looked so adorable that way!? *hugs her Yamcha doll*

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Onni made a small noise and dodged Yamcha's large fist as it swung for his head. He had been training for a few weeks now under Yamcha's care, ever since that day in the woods.

" So what do you say?" Yamcha asked, sitting next to him that late night.

Onni paused before answering with clear certainty, looking up at his new trainer, " Yes."

When they first started out, Yamcha commented on how he was surprised at how far Onni was. Onni didn't have a faintest idea what he was talking about. He had honestly never trained, but he guessed that fighting off revenge thirsty humans and tormenting Saiyans all day had to count for some training. So, from then on, he would work until the Saiyans had run out of ideas to make the humans do and for the remainder of the light hours he would train with Yamcha. Even his mother had warmed up to the stranger and offered him food and shelter ever since he mentioned that he was a wandering slave, moving from camp to camp. But he had declined every offer Onni's mother made and flew off at sunset.

" I said stay focused!" Yamcha yelled, frustrated as he fist pelted into Onni's stomach once again. True, Onni was having a hard time concentrating today. Yamcha gave one last punch into the boy, shoving him into the ground and held him down with his foot on his chest.

" What's wrong with you today?" Yamcha growled angrily.

" I don't know," Onni admitted weakly. He looked up at Yamcha pleadingly but the young man's face just got scarier.

" Don't give me those looks," Yamcha ordered. " No Saiyan will crumble for it and give you some slack. Do you understand?"

" No," Onni answered honestly. Yamcha blinked.

" You're serious?" Yamcha asked.

" I-," Onni started but Yamcha grinded down his foot harder into his chest and took away his breath.

" This is what a Saiyan will do," Yamcha said in a low voice. He leaned heavily on his raised knee. " They will kill you if they had the chance. They wont have any remorse, even if you are part of them. They wont even remember killing you ten minutes afterwards."

" But that's not human-."

" They aren't humans, Onni! They're monsters! Let go of your pity for yourself and them! Let go of your weakness." Yamcha suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Onni away. Onni quickly scrambled up, dazed by his teacher's words.

" Now fight! Stop holding back!" Yamcha yelled. Onni complied.

*****

Onni laid in a sweaty heap beside Yamcha, breathing heavy. Yamcha had nearly beat him into a bloody pulp, angry by his pupils attempts. True, Onni had held back. He just didn't want to hurt Yamcha…

Yamcha sighed heavily suddenly and broke through Onni's thoughts, " Onni, I'm sorry."

Onni waited until brought his breath back to normal before answering, " It's my fault."

Neither one replied for a long time but then Yamcha broke the silence again.

" You said you knew who your father was," he said. " Who is he?"

" I don't want to talk about," Onni said firmly, eyebrows settling heavily over his eyes.

" Why?"

" Because I don't."

" That bad huh?"

" What would you know?" Onni's voice was angry and rough. He wanted this subject to end, now.

" I don't," his teacher said with a shrug. " A lot of hybrids don't like to talk about their fathers. Why should you be any different?"

" Because my father-." Onni stopped himself.

" Hmm? Your father what?"

" You tried to trick me."

Yamcha suddenly grinned at his student, " Almost worked didn't it?"

Onni stared at his teacher for a long time. Maybe he was smarter then he let on. Onni grinned back.

" Almost," Onni agreed.

" Well, it's time to go," Yamcha said, looking up at the setting sun. Onni followed his gaze. They were way out from the camp, practically in the desert. There were hints of a city once standing there with the half buried stones here and there but long gone over the age of destruction.

" I guess so," Onni nodded. He sat up slowly.

" Want me to come too?" Yamcha asked.

" Nah, I can make it on my own," Onni assured, standing up. Yamcha followed.

" I'll see you here tomorrow then," Yamcha said.

" All right," Onni confirmed, nodding again. Yamcha lifted into the air.

" You know Onni…"

" Yes?"

Yamcha shook his head slowly, " You got it. You just need to let go." Then he blasted off, leaving Onni to question his words.

*****

Prince Vegeta grinned slowly, arms crossed firmly over his chest, as he stood looking out his large window at the vacuum of space. An endless dark void that surrounded his large ship. But he wasn't grinning for the joy of space. He was grinning at the end of Frieza and his father, King Cold.

Far below them, just in view, was Frieza's massive ship, will all his loyal minions, being sucked into a black hole. Oh the simple joy of watching as the ship slowly, but deadly sure, was sucked into the dark hole. It blended with its surroundings perfectly; hid from Frieza's radars; and put an end to his ugly rein. Now the Saiyans will truly rule the entire universe.

Beside Vegeta, was his father, King Vegeta. They were dressed like the other, a red cape hanging from two jewels on their armor to the floor. They dressed in normal Saiyan armor, only with the crest of royalty on their chests.

" That scientist was quite useful once again," King Vegeta said with an identical grin on his face. " To make such a wonderful replica of a black hole. What was his name again?"

" Who cares?" Prince Vegeta snorted with a wave of arrogance.

" His son also captured that slave planet, Earth," his father continued. " Such a useful race."

" I met him once," Prince of the Saiyans said. " When I visited Earth. He annoyed me."

" All low class warriors are annoying, my son."

" Humph."

" Speaking of Earth, I want you to go there."

" What?! Why?"

" You need to go somewhere. I have important business elsewhere."

" And why can't I go with you?"

" Because I don't want you to."

Prince Vegeta snorted roughly, " Fine, Father."

King Vegeta grinned slowly, " Good."

*****

Onni stared blankly, and shocked, down below him. It was just impossible. There was no way…No way he couldn't have known…And yet it had happen. His young mind didn't want to believe it, wanted to refuse the sight before him. Oh, but the blood was real. The fire was roaring. And no one cried out.

His camp had been completely destroyed.

" Mother!!" Onni cried out and shook away his shock. He shot down at his home, his camp. Things that were once tents were now ash. And everywhere was littered with dead humans. All were soaked with blood. All were dead. No survivors. No movement or breath of life in the camp. All dead…all dead…and Onni hadn't a clue why it had happened.

He landed softly on the ground and ran through the smoke. It stank of burnt human flesh. Ranked of human blood. Choked Onni's young lungs with the smoke of death. All dead…all dead…

" Mother!" Onni cried out again and choked and coughed with the air he inhaled. Smoke…All dead…

" Mother, please!" Onni cried again, jumping over bodies of nameless people. All dead…He didn't see his young mother.

" Mother! Answer me!" Onni screamed through the smoke, over the lifeless forms. All dead…His mother was dead.

Onni never found her body.

Okay, that was nice to write. Though I sat here thinking for a while…Again, I received a review that I would like to thank while writing this:

Matches: Thanks for your review. I'm glad you like Yamcha too! ^_^ Your review helped me finish the last part.

(You have to wonder why I'm thanking every reviewer…Must be the chocolate bunny I'm eating…*nibbles on it, nose wiggling*)

I dedicate this chapter to the people who wanted it out so badly. Don't you guys feel so lucky!?