'Kami!' shouted Goku at the aging Guardian of Earth who stood overlooking the Earth below him. Only seven days... and it was most likely that the planet would be slaughtered. It was too much. The whole thing was way too much.
'Hey Kami!! Can you hear me?! Please Kam...' Goku yelled at Kami who was now almost turning a strange colour of red behind his green exterior.
'SHUT UP GOKU!' Kami screamed, knocking Goku flying backwards with a swift swing of his fist.
'Whoa, calm down Mr.Guardian!' Goku said with a laugh, and walked back towards the edge of the lookout.
'...How long have Piccolo and Gohan been inside now...?' asked Kami, his voice slightly quivering.
'Around 17 hours I guess. I'd love to see how they're both getting on. It was good of Piccolo to train him, wasn't it Kami?'
Sometimes Kami wondered how the strongest man on Earth could sometimes be the most naive, but he let it go.
'Yes, it was. He's changed. He's no longer the demon he once was. And don't worry about Gohan, he's just fine in there.'
Goku smiled, and walked towards the other Z Fighters who were now exploding around the lookout at super speeds. The thing was, Goku and everyone else knew that training for such a short time on Earth would give them little advantage. But it was then that Goku and Piccolo remembered about the Room of Spirit and Time which resides in Kami's Lookout, and realised that there was no other choice. Piccolo and Gohan had gone in first with the intention of unlocking Gohan's unfathomable energies in time for the arrival of the other world forces. Next it would be Tien and Chaozu, then Krillin and Yamcha, and finally Goku. The reason that Goku wasn't to go in earlier, was because of a very special piece of luck. After length discussions with King Enma, Kami was able to persuade the North Kaio to come and train Goku in the Room of Spirit and Time. It would take three days for him to get to Earth, but in the meantime the other Z Fighters would prepare themselves by training inside the room. There was really no other way. If Goku didn't receive the training...the Earth would be finished.
'Hey guys! Dodge this!' laughed Goku as he aimed a huge blast of KI at his unsuspecting friends. Even in the field of battle, the guy could keep his humour intact.
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11.15. Late. What an example to set on his first day. Jeice couldn't believe his bad luck. Then again, he was the lazy type. This just wasn't doing him any favours. None at all.
('Late as usual') Frieza muttered as he spotted Jeice sprinting across the docking bay. It was then the new commander realised that he was a complete mess. His hair was wrecked. His face was ragged. And his uniform was at least two days old.
'Jeice, where have you been?' Frieza growled.
'I apologise sire for my lack of timing.'
Frieza's hand twitched. He had the sudden urge to kill Jeice there and then, but it slowly faded away.
'I didn't ask you for an apology. Where have you been?!'
'...I slept in sire. I was in my bed.'
At this Jeice's squad members, who stood behind Frieza, started to laugh but were quickly stopped by the sound of Frieza's tail thumping and smashing off the tarmac below.
'This is not a laughing matter! But although I am angry, I will forgive this little indiscretion but only on the basis that there will be no more mistakes. Is that clear Commander?'
Jeice almost didn't reply. Being addressed as 'Commander' was foreign to him, and it took some frantic waving from Kiros to pull him back to his senses.
'...y...yes sire!'
'Good. Now men, you are all heading for the planet Earth. This will be an easy task for a group such as yourself. I simply want you to purge the planet of all remaining life, and prepare it for sale. If you destroy the planet, I will be forced to kill you all. There is a huge price awaiting if the job is done correctly, and that will mean huge bonuses for you all.'
At this there was a murmur of excitement. Bonuses were a rare thing within Frieza's empire.
'Now go. Do not fail me.'
Frieza stood aside and signalled for the group to enter the ship. Kiros, Bardock, Vegeta, Guldo and Nappa walked into the massive transport, and Jeice followed them. Suddenly, Frieza stepped into his way.
'You be careful Jeice. I'm watching you closely. I don't want you to ruin these fighters with your bad habts. If I even think there's one little problem with your methods then I'll blast you into nothing. Do you understand?'
Jeice hated that rasping voice. He despised it. He seriously wanted to attack Frieza head on and tear him to pieces. However it wasn't a question of what he wanted. Considering Frieza's power level was 530,000 Jeice had quite a way to go...
'Yes sire, I will do my upmost.' he simply replied.
'See to it. Dismissed.'
Jeice walked on board and hit the switch for the shutters with a little too much force. His anger was apparent. But it didn't matter to Frieza. No-one in the universe could touch him. And that was the way it was.
'Hey! Get ready for take off!' shouted Jeice as the other fighters buzzed around the cockpit.
'You're good.' sneered Bardock, 'You're so good you made me laugh, and that's something.'
Jeice muttered something under his breath that no-one could have possibly heard, and continued to get the ship ready.
'Vegeta, go turn on the afterburners.' he asked the Saiya-Jin prince. Vegeta was sitting down in slience, looking around everyone in the room. Guldo. He hated that four-eyed freakshow. And Bardock, what a fool. Only a third class Saiya-Jin after all. How could he have to sit in the same room as these guys?
'Vegeta!' shouted Jeice.
'What do you want now?' Vegeta growled.
'Go and turn on the afterburners.'
'Nappa,' Vegeta said as he turned around to the behemoth Saiya-Jin beside him, 'Go and turn on the afterburners.'
'No.' Jeice said.
'No? What do you mean, no?!' Vegeta yelled back.
'I'm saying no. You do it. That's an order.'
Vegeta got to his feet and put his arms out in front of him.
'An order? I don't take those. Now prepare yourself for battle!'
Jeice sighed. This was all he needed right now.
'Vegeta, refresh my memory. What's your power level?'
'10,500!' Vegeta screamed with laughter. He was ready to fight. What a fool Jeice thought.
'Do you know what mine is?'
'It doesn't matter! No-one is stronger than me!'
'My power level is 58,500. Looks like I'm stronger. Now turn on those afterburners! Now!'
Vegeta flinched for a second. But his youthful infatuation with power got the better of him.
'You're bluffing! Die!'
And with that, Vegeta jumped straight for Jeice. His fist pulled back, swung...and hit thin air. All he could see was Bardock, who had been standing behind Jeice at the time. And Bardock was looking...behind Vegeta?!
'WHAT!?' Vegeta roared as he swung his body around just in time to take the full force of Jeice's right fist connecting with his left arm, smashing it into ribbons, and smashing the screaming Vegeta himself into the metallic wall of the spaceship. Vegeta groaned in pure agony at the power behind the blow, whilst Jeice turned to Bardock.
'Bardock, could you PLEASE fire up the afterburners? And Nappa, help Vegeta into a regen tank.'
Jeice sighed. Juvenile Saiya-Jins weren't on the top of his most wanted list. It was going to be a long, long trip.
'Hey Kami!! Can you hear me?! Please Kam...' Goku yelled at Kami who was now almost turning a strange colour of red behind his green exterior.
'SHUT UP GOKU!' Kami screamed, knocking Goku flying backwards with a swift swing of his fist.
'Whoa, calm down Mr.Guardian!' Goku said with a laugh, and walked back towards the edge of the lookout.
'...How long have Piccolo and Gohan been inside now...?' asked Kami, his voice slightly quivering.
'Around 17 hours I guess. I'd love to see how they're both getting on. It was good of Piccolo to train him, wasn't it Kami?'
Sometimes Kami wondered how the strongest man on Earth could sometimes be the most naive, but he let it go.
'Yes, it was. He's changed. He's no longer the demon he once was. And don't worry about Gohan, he's just fine in there.'
Goku smiled, and walked towards the other Z Fighters who were now exploding around the lookout at super speeds. The thing was, Goku and everyone else knew that training for such a short time on Earth would give them little advantage. But it was then that Goku and Piccolo remembered about the Room of Spirit and Time which resides in Kami's Lookout, and realised that there was no other choice. Piccolo and Gohan had gone in first with the intention of unlocking Gohan's unfathomable energies in time for the arrival of the other world forces. Next it would be Tien and Chaozu, then Krillin and Yamcha, and finally Goku. The reason that Goku wasn't to go in earlier, was because of a very special piece of luck. After length discussions with King Enma, Kami was able to persuade the North Kaio to come and train Goku in the Room of Spirit and Time. It would take three days for him to get to Earth, but in the meantime the other Z Fighters would prepare themselves by training inside the room. There was really no other way. If Goku didn't receive the training...the Earth would be finished.
'Hey guys! Dodge this!' laughed Goku as he aimed a huge blast of KI at his unsuspecting friends. Even in the field of battle, the guy could keep his humour intact.
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11.15. Late. What an example to set on his first day. Jeice couldn't believe his bad luck. Then again, he was the lazy type. This just wasn't doing him any favours. None at all.
('Late as usual') Frieza muttered as he spotted Jeice sprinting across the docking bay. It was then the new commander realised that he was a complete mess. His hair was wrecked. His face was ragged. And his uniform was at least two days old.
'Jeice, where have you been?' Frieza growled.
'I apologise sire for my lack of timing.'
Frieza's hand twitched. He had the sudden urge to kill Jeice there and then, but it slowly faded away.
'I didn't ask you for an apology. Where have you been?!'
'...I slept in sire. I was in my bed.'
At this Jeice's squad members, who stood behind Frieza, started to laugh but were quickly stopped by the sound of Frieza's tail thumping and smashing off the tarmac below.
'This is not a laughing matter! But although I am angry, I will forgive this little indiscretion but only on the basis that there will be no more mistakes. Is that clear Commander?'
Jeice almost didn't reply. Being addressed as 'Commander' was foreign to him, and it took some frantic waving from Kiros to pull him back to his senses.
'...y...yes sire!'
'Good. Now men, you are all heading for the planet Earth. This will be an easy task for a group such as yourself. I simply want you to purge the planet of all remaining life, and prepare it for sale. If you destroy the planet, I will be forced to kill you all. There is a huge price awaiting if the job is done correctly, and that will mean huge bonuses for you all.'
At this there was a murmur of excitement. Bonuses were a rare thing within Frieza's empire.
'Now go. Do not fail me.'
Frieza stood aside and signalled for the group to enter the ship. Kiros, Bardock, Vegeta, Guldo and Nappa walked into the massive transport, and Jeice followed them. Suddenly, Frieza stepped into his way.
'You be careful Jeice. I'm watching you closely. I don't want you to ruin these fighters with your bad habts. If I even think there's one little problem with your methods then I'll blast you into nothing. Do you understand?'
Jeice hated that rasping voice. He despised it. He seriously wanted to attack Frieza head on and tear him to pieces. However it wasn't a question of what he wanted. Considering Frieza's power level was 530,000 Jeice had quite a way to go...
'Yes sire, I will do my upmost.' he simply replied.
'See to it. Dismissed.'
Jeice walked on board and hit the switch for the shutters with a little too much force. His anger was apparent. But it didn't matter to Frieza. No-one in the universe could touch him. And that was the way it was.
'Hey! Get ready for take off!' shouted Jeice as the other fighters buzzed around the cockpit.
'You're good.' sneered Bardock, 'You're so good you made me laugh, and that's something.'
Jeice muttered something under his breath that no-one could have possibly heard, and continued to get the ship ready.
'Vegeta, go turn on the afterburners.' he asked the Saiya-Jin prince. Vegeta was sitting down in slience, looking around everyone in the room. Guldo. He hated that four-eyed freakshow. And Bardock, what a fool. Only a third class Saiya-Jin after all. How could he have to sit in the same room as these guys?
'Vegeta!' shouted Jeice.
'What do you want now?' Vegeta growled.
'Go and turn on the afterburners.'
'Nappa,' Vegeta said as he turned around to the behemoth Saiya-Jin beside him, 'Go and turn on the afterburners.'
'No.' Jeice said.
'No? What do you mean, no?!' Vegeta yelled back.
'I'm saying no. You do it. That's an order.'
Vegeta got to his feet and put his arms out in front of him.
'An order? I don't take those. Now prepare yourself for battle!'
Jeice sighed. This was all he needed right now.
'Vegeta, refresh my memory. What's your power level?'
'10,500!' Vegeta screamed with laughter. He was ready to fight. What a fool Jeice thought.
'Do you know what mine is?'
'It doesn't matter! No-one is stronger than me!'
'My power level is 58,500. Looks like I'm stronger. Now turn on those afterburners! Now!'
Vegeta flinched for a second. But his youthful infatuation with power got the better of him.
'You're bluffing! Die!'
And with that, Vegeta jumped straight for Jeice. His fist pulled back, swung...and hit thin air. All he could see was Bardock, who had been standing behind Jeice at the time. And Bardock was looking...behind Vegeta?!
'WHAT!?' Vegeta roared as he swung his body around just in time to take the full force of Jeice's right fist connecting with his left arm, smashing it into ribbons, and smashing the screaming Vegeta himself into the metallic wall of the spaceship. Vegeta groaned in pure agony at the power behind the blow, whilst Jeice turned to Bardock.
'Bardock, could you PLEASE fire up the afterburners? And Nappa, help Vegeta into a regen tank.'
Jeice sighed. Juvenile Saiya-Jins weren't on the top of his most wanted list. It was going to be a long, long trip.
