Goku's eyes broke from the silhouette outside to the commotion that took place in his house. Vegeta had opened the door to outside, standing in the doorway, and glared out. A Namek, Piccolo, joined him from behind and the two shared quiet words to one another. Goku remembered how jealous he was when the two had set aside their differences and started being friends. He was quite use to being the center of attention but ever since his…disability…the two lone warriors were the only ones that could spar against one another and not kick the bloody shit of the them. Since then, the two had grown close…and it took awhile for Goku to be happy for his two proud and headstrong companions.

Now he was only jealous of the energy they possessed.

*****

After sharing a few calm words with the Namek, Vegeta stepped forward and left the cool home and into the heat outside. Even though the sun was setting behind small mountains, the heat that it left behind still mixed in the breeze and air. Approaching the solo form in the yard, Vegeta began noting how the cape, which was actually a very dark purple cloak, hid any detail of the size the man had, besides his height. The cloak, billowing in the gentle wind, came up as a hood and went over the warrior's head, hiding the eyes within the dark cavern. It was obvious this man didn't want to be noticed or remembered.

Stopping at a good distance, Vegeta slowly crossed his muscled arms over his chest, glaring evenly at the tall stranger. This stranger was an obvious warrior, from his high pitched, but wavering, ki and the callused hands that lay limply against the cloaked figure's sides. The reasons for the being's sudden appearance was a questioning one; any other enemy would have barged right in or start the fireworks…but this stranger seemed much more calm then past enemies.

" What do you want?" Vegeta growled, eyes narrowing to warn the stranger that his presence wasn't welcome.

" Who lives here?" The man asked. Vegeta frowned. His voice was very soft, so soft that Vegeta was sure that the man was trying to disguise his voice so no one would know who was who in future confrontations. Very interesting, Vegeta thought. He might have friends.

" Who cares?" Vegeta countered.

" Answer."

The voice had taken a drastic turn from a quiet voice to a soft command. The pitch though never changed. The man had a firm control on his emotions. But a chilly air shook Vegeta's body, warning him, telling him…the voice sounded awfully familiar.

" The Sons," Vegeta suddenly answered before he gave another thought.

" A man named Goku?" The man asked.

" Yes…" Vegeta answered yet again. Breaking from the daze of memories that had temporally taken over him, he growled. He had a sudden distaste for this stranger.

" What's your name?"

" What's of a name, Vegeta?" The man asked.

Vegeta started. Staring with wide eyes, Vegeta let his ki begin to pitch automatically as a threatening feeling overtook him. This man knew his name! Impossible…How was it possible? Could he have been watched for some time and not realized it? That was possible; he had been distracted lately.

If so, then why did the stranger ask about Kakarott? He should already know this information. He was always over here nowadays…

" Who are you?" Vegeta growled.

" That's a good question, Prince…" The stranger trailed off. " I wish I knew."

*****

From within the house, Goku listened to the soft growls the Namek Piccolo made. Slowly rising from his chair with a soft grunt of frustration, Goku brushed away the helping, or blocking, hands of his friends and made his way painfully slow to Piccolo, whose whole concentration was on the conversation being held outside.

" Who is he?" Goku asked breathlessly, wincing with the pain in his heart from such an exercise.

Piccolo blinked and looked down at Goku with a concerned expression on his face, " Goku, go-."

" God Damnit, Piccolo!" Goku yelled in a breathless, furious tone. " Just answer me!"

" We don't know," Piccolo sighed and returned his eyes outwards towards Vegeta as his ki raised another pitch. " He won't answer."

" That's odd…" Goku said, leaning against the wall, eyes closing.

" Indeed. Maybe-," Piccolo started but suddenly stopped short and let out a loud growl. Goku looked outside just in time to watch a fist fly from the stranger and across Vegeta's temple.

*****

He was beginning to get tired of Vegeta's useless questions. He let his mind wander; drift off and heard Vegeta's words only faintly. He looked at the house and noticed the peeling paint with a small frown.

" Tell me…are."

Somebody should really start on his or her housekeeping, he thought, looking around with distaste. The grass needed to be watered.

" Are…listening?"

Quickly getting bored with the yard and house, he turned his eyes upwards and watched as a weird bird flew by with an odd shaped beak that curved at the end and large black feathers across his body, besides his legs. It looks like a big Yahil, he thought.

" Answer me…baka!"

Baka? The stranger blinked and looked back at Vegeta as he watched the Prince begin to raise his power level. He's threatening me. He wishes to strike me.

~ Threat. ~

Threat.

~ Defend. ~

Defend.

The man quickly raised his fist and struck out, hitting Vegeta upon his head and, to be more exact, his temple. The Prince crumbled immediately.

~ Kill him. ~

He raised his fist yet again to finish the job but a flash of green caught his eye. Turning his head slowly, it was immediately struck back with a rock hard fist.

" Back off," a new voice growled.

Somewhere deep within the cloaked figure's mind came a name…a memory…

A second fist slammed into his stomach. Gasping out in pain that the memory brought, plus the clash of a third and final hit to the head, the man strangled out one last word before collapsing to the ground.

" Piccolo…"