Prologue
The Saiyan landed hard on the rocky ground of Planet Vegeta. There came the sickening
sound of ribs breaking. His opponent, another Saiyan, floated down to land gently on his feet beside him. He stretched his hand out towards his downed foe.
"Prepare to die. Fool." There was a brilliant flash, and the defeated Saiyan was instantly reduced to his component molecules, leaving nothing but a rapidly dissipating cloud of smoke. Vegeta-Sei, King of all Saiyans, threw back his head and laughed.
It had been a hard battle. His opponent, while not a strong as him, had been a brilliant fighter, using his technique to outwit his stronger opponent. The match had taken everything Vegeta-Sei had. Except one thing. He could have won easily, and would have if forced, but he had preferred to fight, and learn from the battle.
Vegeta-Sei was young in Saiyan terms, but his power was respected, and his right to be King never questioned, except by fools who always ended up the same way as his most recent opponent. He was the first Super Saiyan, and had single-handedly orchestrated the defeat of the tuffles.
He was the first of the Vegeta dynasty, and it was obvious from his looks what his lineage was. He had long, black hair that was tied back in a loose pony tail, and he was not especially tall - for a Saiyan, anyhow. The feature that marked him as being of the Vegeta bloodline most, however, was his eyes. His power level was high, and immense as a Super Saiyan. The only problem, though, was that he could only achieve that awesome power as an Oozaru.
He frowned at this thought - normally, this would not be a problem, but he was one of the small number of Saiyans that could not control their Oozaru form. It was most certainly powerful, but until the moon went down, no-one was safe - and the Saiyan full moon was tomorrow. As King, he would be expected to attend, killing most of his subjects in the process. He stalked of, angry at fate for this twist. The observers of the recent battle wondered at this, but did not worry too much. They were all Saiyans, and were typically in a foul mood. The scream, likewise, did not worry them. The next thing they saw did.
A huge vortex had dropped down from the befouled sky, and was whipping about wildly, vapourizing anything it came in contact with. It soon dissipated, and the Saiyans flew over to where it had touched down to assess the damage.
Vegeta-Sei was nowhere to be found.
The Saiyan landed hard on the rocky ground of Planet Vegeta. There came the sickening
sound of ribs breaking. His opponent, another Saiyan, floated down to land gently on his feet beside him. He stretched his hand out towards his downed foe.
"Prepare to die. Fool." There was a brilliant flash, and the defeated Saiyan was instantly reduced to his component molecules, leaving nothing but a rapidly dissipating cloud of smoke. Vegeta-Sei, King of all Saiyans, threw back his head and laughed.
It had been a hard battle. His opponent, while not a strong as him, had been a brilliant fighter, using his technique to outwit his stronger opponent. The match had taken everything Vegeta-Sei had. Except one thing. He could have won easily, and would have if forced, but he had preferred to fight, and learn from the battle.
Vegeta-Sei was young in Saiyan terms, but his power was respected, and his right to be King never questioned, except by fools who always ended up the same way as his most recent opponent. He was the first Super Saiyan, and had single-handedly orchestrated the defeat of the tuffles.
He was the first of the Vegeta dynasty, and it was obvious from his looks what his lineage was. He had long, black hair that was tied back in a loose pony tail, and he was not especially tall - for a Saiyan, anyhow. The feature that marked him as being of the Vegeta bloodline most, however, was his eyes. His power level was high, and immense as a Super Saiyan. The only problem, though, was that he could only achieve that awesome power as an Oozaru.
He frowned at this thought - normally, this would not be a problem, but he was one of the small number of Saiyans that could not control their Oozaru form. It was most certainly powerful, but until the moon went down, no-one was safe - and the Saiyan full moon was tomorrow. As King, he would be expected to attend, killing most of his subjects in the process. He stalked of, angry at fate for this twist. The observers of the recent battle wondered at this, but did not worry too much. They were all Saiyans, and were typically in a foul mood. The scream, likewise, did not worry them. The next thing they saw did.
A huge vortex had dropped down from the befouled sky, and was whipping about wildly, vapourizing anything it came in contact with. It soon dissipated, and the Saiyans flew over to where it had touched down to assess the damage.
Vegeta-Sei was nowhere to be found.
