Chapter 4: Royal Rumble
It was on. Zeta and Vegeta, two saiyans of royal bloodline matching it out against each other. Each one determined as the other and ready to fight to the death. Vegeta, the older and more experienced fighter, slugs it out for his life. This fight meant staying on Earth in one piece, which he was sure he would. He wasn't intending or too keen about leaving this world. He hadn't transformed in a while, but his power was stronger than ever, stronger than Zeta.
Zeta, a young and fierce warrior tries to take down his distant cousin for the throne of Planet Barados. Just moments ago, he released his tremendous power on the world, showing the onlooking fighters that he had come prepared and was not going it give in easily.
The two fighters each exchanged hits at lightning fast speeds. Staying face to face, a blur of hands, arms, feet and legs could only be seen between the two men. It looked as though the two were dead even, their powers matching each other. If one of them were to be hit, the recipient would almost instantly strike back with an even more powerful blow. Every hit, every miss and every block could be felt from metres away and the force coming off them only became stronger.
"I cant believe that my dad is actually that strong", Trunks exclaimed, "he's stronger than Zeta"
"Surely Zeta has noticed this" answered Goten "I mean, why doesn't Vegeta just finish him, does he have pity or something." Goten watched anxiously, he was following every hand movement and leg movement with a little trouble because they were moving so fast and he hadn't powered-up to his full extent, if he did however, then he would have no trouble following the fighters.
"No, my father hasn't fought in a while, well at this level at least. He is probably just getting used to the feel of his power then I'm sure he will strike this bastard down," Trunks said with a clenched fist.
Goten just nodded.
"That isn't it Trunks" the voice suddenly came from Gohan, "your father is having a hard time hitting Zeta. He is indeed much stronger but because of Zeta's bulk, the punches aren't doing much. It is partly because he hasn't fought in a while, he just has to put more energy behind each hit. Zeta is an extremely smart warrior. He has trained his super-saiyan two form very well. He has been able to increase his muscle capacity thus adding more defence and because he has trained in this form for long, he has been able move fast as well."
Trunks thought about this for a moment. When he first transformed into his second super-saiyan form, he was extremely fast and also very powerful. But when he tried to increase his bulk it made him slow down a bit. Zeta must have trained very hard to achieve this sort of state.
"What a minute" Trunks burst out to Gohan "what if Zeta decreases his muscle mass? His speed will be huge, will my dad be able to catch him?" Gohan shook his head.
"I doubt he will reduce his bulk. He will need more power to control that sort of speed, he will be too fast for himself" He was right. Zeta's bulk was what kept him in control. If he let it go down, he wouldn't have enough power to control his speed. And the fight raged on below them.
The two saiyans were still exchanging hits. Left, right, left, right, left, right went each punch. Any missed hit would usually send a gust of energy into any nearby trees and rocks, which unfortunately would explode. Vegeta suddenly blocked all of Zeta's attacks in a sudden rush of hands and feet and used the energy to send himself backwards while facing his opponent. A common trick used to intimidate the opponent to rush forward, but that was something that Zeta wouldn't fall for. Vegeta flew backwards, centimetres of the ground, then suddenly halted creating a small dust storm. Then nimbly touched his feet to the ground ready to spring to his feet. Vegeta had a huge grin on his face, like he was satisfied with the fight he was in. The sort of satisfaction Vegeta gets from a challenge.
Zeta stood his ground in a ready position. His face was hard and stern. A frown of determination crossed his face showing how much this fight meant to him. A small grin suddenly appeared on the saiyans face. Vegeta saw this and put himself into a ready position, turned his body to the side, right leg to the back, his leading (left) leg bent a little. His left arm went forward, bending a little, ready to block any oncoming attacks and his right arm positioned in a clenched fist near his chest, waiting for a chance to strike. Vegeta also curled his tail around his waist, cursing himself for forgetting to do that earlier.
A flash of energy suddenly came from Zeta's hand, an energy blast to be exact. The glowing, tennis ball sized blast shot forward at Vegeta. A distraction, for Zeta had disappeared right after firing it. Vegeta let the ball come to him and concentrated on sensing for Zeta; he could sense him, the boy was moving fast, very fast and closing in from the left side. The energy blast reached Vegeta and was met by his left hand, which quickly pushed the ball aside and at the same time Zeta appeared next to Vegeta. The boy used his right hand to try and deliver an uppercut to Vegeta's rib cage. The aged saiyan quickly stepped forward and sent forth his own kick. He jumped forward towards Zeta who was just pulling out from his failed attack and using his right leg, Vegeta poked a kick towards Zetas chest. Another failed attempt as Zeta pushed himself up using his energy so his leg was readied at Vegeta's head. Vegeta didn't see it come. The kick connected flat with his face, on the shin. He was moved backwards through the air at high speed and in hot pursuit. Zeta wasted no time and was upon the helpless Vegeta. The two were moving through the air and Zeta was right on a top of Vegeta with a kick ready to send the saiyan into the ground. Zeta pounded down with his foot in mid-air, except his foot passed straight through Vegeta! It was an after-image! Shock spread across Zeta's face as the after-image of Vegeta dissipated. Then came the sickening crunch of a precision kick to the back. Vegeta had moved extremely fast out of the way of Zeta's foot and was now right on top of him, planting a huge kick into his back.
Zeta screamed in pain while Vegeta's foot dug into his back like a drill, but his screams were soon shortened as he slammed into the ground only about a metre below him. Vegeta quickly backed-off and flew up into the air. He watched from above, at the man in the ground lying helplessly. He had no pity; he was here to kill him.
Zeta started to move. The young saiyan lifted himself up on his arms. Blood dripped out of his mouth through clenched teeth and fell onto the now destroyed rocks, which he kneeled on. Suddenly, his aura exploded back on and he was flying into the air at Vegeta. Rage filled his eyes and a scream accompanied them from Zeta's mouth. Vegeta readied himself by powering-up himself, the gold aura exploding around him giving him a little more energy. The two fighter's met in the sky, and contacted shoulder to shoulder. Energy from the hit exploded like a giant firecracker. The Earth shook under the tremendous bang and the shock wave spread out through the air, destroying anything unlucky enough to be there. Zeta pulled away from Vegeta and then sped forward using his super-speed. He appeared in front of Vegeta and delivered a punishing combo. A series of painful punches assaulted Vegeta's body. Each hit found their mark. Smack, smack, smack went the hits, each hit was hard to define because all that could be seen was a blur of fists. Zeta was enjoying this, he had taken Vegeta by surprise and was now making him pay for it. Each contact from a punch was a sickening mixture of Zeta's grunts, Vegeta's cry's of pain and bloody, bone crunching noises.
"What's wrong Vegeta?" Zeta yelled as he slammed some punches into Vegeta's face, "not feeling to well". He started laughing as more punches were dealt to Vegeta's face and were only followed by more powerful hits. Zeta's long assault was followed by one last big hit across the face then a short pause. Vegeta hung loosely in the air trying to recover from the huge punches he had just received.
Zeta suddenly rushed forward, his knee up and ready to slam into Vegeta's stomach. It sure did. The knee connected, Vegeta howled in pain as the power of the hit made him soar across the sky horizontally. But Zeta wouldn't let the saiyan stop, he sped after Vegeta like a hungry wolf chasing its prey. He reached Vegeta who was almost unconscious. Zeta poised himself above the almost dead saiyan, and raising his clasped hands above his head then swinging them down, Vegeta was rocketed towards the ground. He flew through the air at a tremendous speed and then made a touchdown. When his body hit, the ground was shaken and a huge crater was made. Vegeta's lifeless body plummeted through about twenty-five metres of soil and solid rock. The crater spread out wide like a pupil as the force of the attack moved the crater outwards. A huge dust cloud emerged from the crumbling crater. The sound of rocks sliding down other rocks could only be heard, but no Vegeta.
"Dad!" Trunks yelled, "oh, why the fuck did he go and do this. He is such an idiot" Trunks went to fly down and help his father but was held back by Gohan.
"Do not worry Trunks" Gohan said in a calming voice, "he will be all right, just let him get his act together and you will see what will happen" Trunks looked at him through clenched teeth. Trunks needed to learn more about being patient. He was too headstrong, inherited from his father most likely.
"If anything else like that happens" Trunks mumbled, "I'm going in after Zeta"
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"Vegeta" Goku muttered to himself. He saw everything. For Goku was in deep concentration and could see the battle taking place. He saw Vegeta pummelled into the ground like a drill, and now he couldn't sense Vegeta's energy.he feared the worse. Even though Goku and Vegeta used to be enemies, Goku had always been patient towards Vegeta. He had let Vegeta stay on Earth no matter what he did, he even spared his life the first time they met. Ever since the battle after Majin Buu, Vegeta was a changed man. He respected Goku and his actions. He finally understood that Goku considered Earth his home and he was the protector. After many years of living on Kami's place in peace, they became good friends.
Now Goku feared his friend was dead, buried under stone.
The fight had stopped all training on the lookout. Miko and Erca had ceased trying to push each other off the lookout and were now standing by their great grandfather. They felt all what was happening below and were very eager to find out how Vegeta was going. Even Clyde took a sudden interest and was trying to sense what happened to poor Vegeta.
"Is Vegeta alright?" Miko asked Goku. Goku looked down on his grandson. He needed to beat around the bush on this one.
"He's fine Miko" Goku stuttered, "he's umm, just hiding his power, that's all" Goku let a deep sigh of relief. It was quite hard convincing Miko about anything, but it worked this time. Miko turned his attention yet again to try and sensing Vegeta.
* * *
Zeta floated down from his viewing point and hovered above the dust cloud formed by the awesome crash of Vegeta's body. He smiled to himself and thought "well wasn't that a big bang. It was quite a good hit, that old man couldn't have survived that one, or if he did, he wouldn't be in a good state"
Zeta laughed out loud. The young saiyan was the victor. He looked up at the spectators in the sky and smiled at them.
"Looks like your daddy's dead" Zeta laughed out. Trunks held himself back with every fibre of his will, he was going to trust Gohan. Zeta turned his attention to the gaping, dust making hole in the ground.
"Now" he started "time to collect my throne" The instant Zeta's last word left his mouth he heard a noise. Like an arrow passing through the air. A hole suddenly appeared in the dust cloud and at the same time Vegeta's body slammed into Zeta's chest. He wasn't prepared and the attack was perfect. Vegeta moved so fast that Zeta didn't even see him. Now his shoulder was forcing Zeta's insides outside of his body. Zeta coughed and spluttered blood all over the furry back of Vegeta. His eyes bulged out in amazement of being caught off guard and the extreme pain he was experiencing.
"How could Vegeta move that fast?" he thought to himself.
Vegeta kept pressing his shoulder into the muscle bound saiyan's stomach, inflicting as much damage as possible. He powered forward using as much energy as he could to damage Zeta to a point of no return. Vegeta slowly withdrew from Zeta's chest and straightened up. Zeta coughed and whined, but soon recovered and hovered in the air gingerly holding his stomach. Vegeta just looked at the young saiyan in disgust, he turned his head to the side and spat some blood out where it dropped through the air onto the ground.
He sure was a sight; Vegeta had cuts all over his body. Dirt and bruises covered his face along with plenty of blood. His red brown fur was all matted and mangy from all the hits he'd taken, along with all the blood and sweat on his body. Vegeta also had large proportion of Zeta's blood and spit on his back, which he was now trying to catch a glimpse at.
"You fucking pig!" Vegeta blurted out, "you've got blood and some other crap all over my back you little baby. Can't you be a man and hold it?" Zeta was still trying to recover. He still couldn't believe Vegeta had been able to do any damage and now he stood here in front of him.mocking him.
"I bet you thought you had me when you tried to send me to hell" Vegeta scoffed, which was followed by a laugh, "your too eager, I was merely working out how strong you really are. In any case, it did catch me off guard. Quite a good move if I must say. It sure woke me up, now I feel better than ever even if I am old. But I'm afraid it's my turn to beat the shit out you" Fear took hold of Zeta's face. He looked at Vegeta with pleading eyes full of fear.
"Fuck you Vegeta" Zeta yelled, "I'll make sure your dead.I ain't leaving with out your cold, lifeless body. Frozen in may space ship, you will be, ready to be escorted back to Barados where I will be crowned King and then I think I'll piss all over you then burn you." Some courage had seemed to well up in Zeta. He was now up straight, the pain had subsided and he was ready to fight for the throne. Zeta wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, smearing it up his left cheek like some sort of tribal paint.
"That's the spirit" Vegeta exclaimed. He then powered-up his aura with a grunt. The flowing gold tinge gave Vegeta a little sense of false security. Zeta also powered-up, letting Vegeta know he is ready.
Ready was hardly the word for Zeta. A few seconds after he powered-up, Vegeta suddenly disappeared and then reappeared at the same time right in front of him. Vegeta had moved faster than Zeta could even keep up. Zeta was absolutely stunned and didn't have a clue what was going on. Vegeta pulled back his right arm and twisted his body so as to make his arm go back further. And with a yell his fist landed in the same place Zeta had received Vegeta's shoulder only moments ago. The punch was gut wrenching. Zeta's face twisted in pain and then he spluttered up some blood; this was getting more than he could handle. Vegeta smiled in satisfaction as he heard the heavy black armour of Zeta shatter under the power of the punch. Black shards of an unknown metal fell from the impact point down to the ground far below. Vegeta pulled his fist away from Zeta, watching the pathetic boy mumble in pain. He had little sorrow for the gasps of air Zeta was trying to get. Zeta's suffering was only sped up, when Vegeta positioned himself and then kicked down into Zeta's chest sending the young saiyan through the air and into a crashing mass in a forest of trees. The body of Zeta rolled lifelessly through trees, gathering sharp broken branches in his body that only added to this torture. The young saiyan rolled to a stop amongst all the collected debris from his crash landing into the forest. A branch had managed to worsen the injury to his stomach. An armour shard had actually torn open his tight black suit and sliced a rather nasty cut on his bare skin. And to add to his torment, a broken twig had lodged itself in the cut and was poking out.
Vegeta watched like a hawk from sky at the fallen warrior. The smirk on his face was his usual one, whenever he felt confident. He then gave out a yell and started firing small energy blasts at Zeta. His arms moved in a blur, letting more and more power and energy blasts fly out towards their target. Little yellow dots painted the sky as they fell down to the ground like sparks from fireworks. The small yellow balls found their mark and all exploded at once, and the newer blasts that came in only added to the huge explosion. An enormous cloud of energy devastated the area; trees, rocks and wildlife were all wiped out by the massing blasts. He kept going, showering the area with as much as he could to ensure that maximum damage could be done.
Vegeta suddenly stopped his onslaught and looked down at what he had done. The cloud billowed in the air for a while, but was quickly blown away by a passing wind. Dust moved off into the east and what was left was a solitary man.
Zeta was on one knee with both arms out straight pointing towards Vegeta with his palm's outwards. His body quivered and shook from the stress of the battle. Zeta had created an energy shield to protect himself from the assault of energy blasts Vegeta had so kindly issued. It had proved quite useful to shield much of his body but at the expense of loads of energy as he was greatly wounded but was still able to fight on. Smoke kept rising from the darkened area around him constantly, as if a bush fire had been present. Fallen trees lay scattered around him while Vegeta floated in the air above him.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Vegeta asked himself, "a poor helpless saiyan with nowhere to go" He started laughing at the kneeling Zeta below him. The pathetic warrior wanted a fight, now he had one and Vegeta wasn't going to let him back out. Zeta let his arms drop and then he pulled himself up, one painful centimetre at a time. He pushed up the weight of his whole body with his legs, which were the only part of his body not wounded badly at the moment, as his arms were tired from blocking the energy blasts and his chest muscles used for support were almost ruined. Finally he stood up straight, very gingerly and he tried to hide the obvious pain but his quivering body showed how much he was suffering.
"Looks like your out for the count kid" Vegeta yelled at him, "if you leave now I promise I'll let you go without mortally wounding you again." Zeta looked up at Vegeta. In only a matter of a few hits, Vegeta had almost killed Zeta and yet he pounded Vegeta hundreds of times, which did absolutely nothing. Zeta looked just as bad as Vegeta, actually worse. His face was cut and bruised from all the trees he hit while sliding across the ground. The left eye on his face was almost unidentifiable, as it was black and swollen like a small apple. The armour he wore was now almost useless because of Vegeta's hits to the stomach, the shattered hole was completely wide and open. The rest of the armour was now damaged and ragged. Also the wound in his chest was quite large, even while he held his hand on it, blood was oozing out. Zeta looked down to his stomach and winced at the pain. The twig was quite large that had managed to entangle itself in there. About thirty centimetres long and two centimetres thick, but that didn't faze him. He readied himself and with a huge yell, he plucked the stick out of the gash and quickly pulled a tiny squeeze bottle from the inside top of his armour. The contents were applied along the wound and a white substance instantly hardened over it, sealing it off.
Vegeta was watching curiously from above. He had never seen anything like that before, he wondered if they have any on Earth as it would be extremely useful. The young saiyan below tossed the bottle aside and then suddenly flew up into the air aligned with Vegeta. Zeta looked at Vegeta through his cold green eye and spat out some blood from his mouth. And then he said;
"Let's continue."
1
It was on. Zeta and Vegeta, two saiyans of royal bloodline matching it out against each other. Each one determined as the other and ready to fight to the death. Vegeta, the older and more experienced fighter, slugs it out for his life. This fight meant staying on Earth in one piece, which he was sure he would. He wasn't intending or too keen about leaving this world. He hadn't transformed in a while, but his power was stronger than ever, stronger than Zeta.
Zeta, a young and fierce warrior tries to take down his distant cousin for the throne of Planet Barados. Just moments ago, he released his tremendous power on the world, showing the onlooking fighters that he had come prepared and was not going it give in easily.
The two fighters each exchanged hits at lightning fast speeds. Staying face to face, a blur of hands, arms, feet and legs could only be seen between the two men. It looked as though the two were dead even, their powers matching each other. If one of them were to be hit, the recipient would almost instantly strike back with an even more powerful blow. Every hit, every miss and every block could be felt from metres away and the force coming off them only became stronger.
"I cant believe that my dad is actually that strong", Trunks exclaimed, "he's stronger than Zeta"
"Surely Zeta has noticed this" answered Goten "I mean, why doesn't Vegeta just finish him, does he have pity or something." Goten watched anxiously, he was following every hand movement and leg movement with a little trouble because they were moving so fast and he hadn't powered-up to his full extent, if he did however, then he would have no trouble following the fighters.
"No, my father hasn't fought in a while, well at this level at least. He is probably just getting used to the feel of his power then I'm sure he will strike this bastard down," Trunks said with a clenched fist.
Goten just nodded.
"That isn't it Trunks" the voice suddenly came from Gohan, "your father is having a hard time hitting Zeta. He is indeed much stronger but because of Zeta's bulk, the punches aren't doing much. It is partly because he hasn't fought in a while, he just has to put more energy behind each hit. Zeta is an extremely smart warrior. He has trained his super-saiyan two form very well. He has been able to increase his muscle capacity thus adding more defence and because he has trained in this form for long, he has been able move fast as well."
Trunks thought about this for a moment. When he first transformed into his second super-saiyan form, he was extremely fast and also very powerful. But when he tried to increase his bulk it made him slow down a bit. Zeta must have trained very hard to achieve this sort of state.
"What a minute" Trunks burst out to Gohan "what if Zeta decreases his muscle mass? His speed will be huge, will my dad be able to catch him?" Gohan shook his head.
"I doubt he will reduce his bulk. He will need more power to control that sort of speed, he will be too fast for himself" He was right. Zeta's bulk was what kept him in control. If he let it go down, he wouldn't have enough power to control his speed. And the fight raged on below them.
The two saiyans were still exchanging hits. Left, right, left, right, left, right went each punch. Any missed hit would usually send a gust of energy into any nearby trees and rocks, which unfortunately would explode. Vegeta suddenly blocked all of Zeta's attacks in a sudden rush of hands and feet and used the energy to send himself backwards while facing his opponent. A common trick used to intimidate the opponent to rush forward, but that was something that Zeta wouldn't fall for. Vegeta flew backwards, centimetres of the ground, then suddenly halted creating a small dust storm. Then nimbly touched his feet to the ground ready to spring to his feet. Vegeta had a huge grin on his face, like he was satisfied with the fight he was in. The sort of satisfaction Vegeta gets from a challenge.
Zeta stood his ground in a ready position. His face was hard and stern. A frown of determination crossed his face showing how much this fight meant to him. A small grin suddenly appeared on the saiyans face. Vegeta saw this and put himself into a ready position, turned his body to the side, right leg to the back, his leading (left) leg bent a little. His left arm went forward, bending a little, ready to block any oncoming attacks and his right arm positioned in a clenched fist near his chest, waiting for a chance to strike. Vegeta also curled his tail around his waist, cursing himself for forgetting to do that earlier.
A flash of energy suddenly came from Zeta's hand, an energy blast to be exact. The glowing, tennis ball sized blast shot forward at Vegeta. A distraction, for Zeta had disappeared right after firing it. Vegeta let the ball come to him and concentrated on sensing for Zeta; he could sense him, the boy was moving fast, very fast and closing in from the left side. The energy blast reached Vegeta and was met by his left hand, which quickly pushed the ball aside and at the same time Zeta appeared next to Vegeta. The boy used his right hand to try and deliver an uppercut to Vegeta's rib cage. The aged saiyan quickly stepped forward and sent forth his own kick. He jumped forward towards Zeta who was just pulling out from his failed attack and using his right leg, Vegeta poked a kick towards Zetas chest. Another failed attempt as Zeta pushed himself up using his energy so his leg was readied at Vegeta's head. Vegeta didn't see it come. The kick connected flat with his face, on the shin. He was moved backwards through the air at high speed and in hot pursuit. Zeta wasted no time and was upon the helpless Vegeta. The two were moving through the air and Zeta was right on a top of Vegeta with a kick ready to send the saiyan into the ground. Zeta pounded down with his foot in mid-air, except his foot passed straight through Vegeta! It was an after-image! Shock spread across Zeta's face as the after-image of Vegeta dissipated. Then came the sickening crunch of a precision kick to the back. Vegeta had moved extremely fast out of the way of Zeta's foot and was now right on top of him, planting a huge kick into his back.
Zeta screamed in pain while Vegeta's foot dug into his back like a drill, but his screams were soon shortened as he slammed into the ground only about a metre below him. Vegeta quickly backed-off and flew up into the air. He watched from above, at the man in the ground lying helplessly. He had no pity; he was here to kill him.
Zeta started to move. The young saiyan lifted himself up on his arms. Blood dripped out of his mouth through clenched teeth and fell onto the now destroyed rocks, which he kneeled on. Suddenly, his aura exploded back on and he was flying into the air at Vegeta. Rage filled his eyes and a scream accompanied them from Zeta's mouth. Vegeta readied himself by powering-up himself, the gold aura exploding around him giving him a little more energy. The two fighter's met in the sky, and contacted shoulder to shoulder. Energy from the hit exploded like a giant firecracker. The Earth shook under the tremendous bang and the shock wave spread out through the air, destroying anything unlucky enough to be there. Zeta pulled away from Vegeta and then sped forward using his super-speed. He appeared in front of Vegeta and delivered a punishing combo. A series of painful punches assaulted Vegeta's body. Each hit found their mark. Smack, smack, smack went the hits, each hit was hard to define because all that could be seen was a blur of fists. Zeta was enjoying this, he had taken Vegeta by surprise and was now making him pay for it. Each contact from a punch was a sickening mixture of Zeta's grunts, Vegeta's cry's of pain and bloody, bone crunching noises.
"What's wrong Vegeta?" Zeta yelled as he slammed some punches into Vegeta's face, "not feeling to well". He started laughing as more punches were dealt to Vegeta's face and were only followed by more powerful hits. Zeta's long assault was followed by one last big hit across the face then a short pause. Vegeta hung loosely in the air trying to recover from the huge punches he had just received.
Zeta suddenly rushed forward, his knee up and ready to slam into Vegeta's stomach. It sure did. The knee connected, Vegeta howled in pain as the power of the hit made him soar across the sky horizontally. But Zeta wouldn't let the saiyan stop, he sped after Vegeta like a hungry wolf chasing its prey. He reached Vegeta who was almost unconscious. Zeta poised himself above the almost dead saiyan, and raising his clasped hands above his head then swinging them down, Vegeta was rocketed towards the ground. He flew through the air at a tremendous speed and then made a touchdown. When his body hit, the ground was shaken and a huge crater was made. Vegeta's lifeless body plummeted through about twenty-five metres of soil and solid rock. The crater spread out wide like a pupil as the force of the attack moved the crater outwards. A huge dust cloud emerged from the crumbling crater. The sound of rocks sliding down other rocks could only be heard, but no Vegeta.
"Dad!" Trunks yelled, "oh, why the fuck did he go and do this. He is such an idiot" Trunks went to fly down and help his father but was held back by Gohan.
"Do not worry Trunks" Gohan said in a calming voice, "he will be all right, just let him get his act together and you will see what will happen" Trunks looked at him through clenched teeth. Trunks needed to learn more about being patient. He was too headstrong, inherited from his father most likely.
"If anything else like that happens" Trunks mumbled, "I'm going in after Zeta"
* * *
"Vegeta" Goku muttered to himself. He saw everything. For Goku was in deep concentration and could see the battle taking place. He saw Vegeta pummelled into the ground like a drill, and now he couldn't sense Vegeta's energy.he feared the worse. Even though Goku and Vegeta used to be enemies, Goku had always been patient towards Vegeta. He had let Vegeta stay on Earth no matter what he did, he even spared his life the first time they met. Ever since the battle after Majin Buu, Vegeta was a changed man. He respected Goku and his actions. He finally understood that Goku considered Earth his home and he was the protector. After many years of living on Kami's place in peace, they became good friends.
Now Goku feared his friend was dead, buried under stone.
The fight had stopped all training on the lookout. Miko and Erca had ceased trying to push each other off the lookout and were now standing by their great grandfather. They felt all what was happening below and were very eager to find out how Vegeta was going. Even Clyde took a sudden interest and was trying to sense what happened to poor Vegeta.
"Is Vegeta alright?" Miko asked Goku. Goku looked down on his grandson. He needed to beat around the bush on this one.
"He's fine Miko" Goku stuttered, "he's umm, just hiding his power, that's all" Goku let a deep sigh of relief. It was quite hard convincing Miko about anything, but it worked this time. Miko turned his attention yet again to try and sensing Vegeta.
* * *
Zeta floated down from his viewing point and hovered above the dust cloud formed by the awesome crash of Vegeta's body. He smiled to himself and thought "well wasn't that a big bang. It was quite a good hit, that old man couldn't have survived that one, or if he did, he wouldn't be in a good state"
Zeta laughed out loud. The young saiyan was the victor. He looked up at the spectators in the sky and smiled at them.
"Looks like your daddy's dead" Zeta laughed out. Trunks held himself back with every fibre of his will, he was going to trust Gohan. Zeta turned his attention to the gaping, dust making hole in the ground.
"Now" he started "time to collect my throne" The instant Zeta's last word left his mouth he heard a noise. Like an arrow passing through the air. A hole suddenly appeared in the dust cloud and at the same time Vegeta's body slammed into Zeta's chest. He wasn't prepared and the attack was perfect. Vegeta moved so fast that Zeta didn't even see him. Now his shoulder was forcing Zeta's insides outside of his body. Zeta coughed and spluttered blood all over the furry back of Vegeta. His eyes bulged out in amazement of being caught off guard and the extreme pain he was experiencing.
"How could Vegeta move that fast?" he thought to himself.
Vegeta kept pressing his shoulder into the muscle bound saiyan's stomach, inflicting as much damage as possible. He powered forward using as much energy as he could to damage Zeta to a point of no return. Vegeta slowly withdrew from Zeta's chest and straightened up. Zeta coughed and whined, but soon recovered and hovered in the air gingerly holding his stomach. Vegeta just looked at the young saiyan in disgust, he turned his head to the side and spat some blood out where it dropped through the air onto the ground.
He sure was a sight; Vegeta had cuts all over his body. Dirt and bruises covered his face along with plenty of blood. His red brown fur was all matted and mangy from all the hits he'd taken, along with all the blood and sweat on his body. Vegeta also had large proportion of Zeta's blood and spit on his back, which he was now trying to catch a glimpse at.
"You fucking pig!" Vegeta blurted out, "you've got blood and some other crap all over my back you little baby. Can't you be a man and hold it?" Zeta was still trying to recover. He still couldn't believe Vegeta had been able to do any damage and now he stood here in front of him.mocking him.
"I bet you thought you had me when you tried to send me to hell" Vegeta scoffed, which was followed by a laugh, "your too eager, I was merely working out how strong you really are. In any case, it did catch me off guard. Quite a good move if I must say. It sure woke me up, now I feel better than ever even if I am old. But I'm afraid it's my turn to beat the shit out you" Fear took hold of Zeta's face. He looked at Vegeta with pleading eyes full of fear.
"Fuck you Vegeta" Zeta yelled, "I'll make sure your dead.I ain't leaving with out your cold, lifeless body. Frozen in may space ship, you will be, ready to be escorted back to Barados where I will be crowned King and then I think I'll piss all over you then burn you." Some courage had seemed to well up in Zeta. He was now up straight, the pain had subsided and he was ready to fight for the throne. Zeta wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, smearing it up his left cheek like some sort of tribal paint.
"That's the spirit" Vegeta exclaimed. He then powered-up his aura with a grunt. The flowing gold tinge gave Vegeta a little sense of false security. Zeta also powered-up, letting Vegeta know he is ready.
Ready was hardly the word for Zeta. A few seconds after he powered-up, Vegeta suddenly disappeared and then reappeared at the same time right in front of him. Vegeta had moved faster than Zeta could even keep up. Zeta was absolutely stunned and didn't have a clue what was going on. Vegeta pulled back his right arm and twisted his body so as to make his arm go back further. And with a yell his fist landed in the same place Zeta had received Vegeta's shoulder only moments ago. The punch was gut wrenching. Zeta's face twisted in pain and then he spluttered up some blood; this was getting more than he could handle. Vegeta smiled in satisfaction as he heard the heavy black armour of Zeta shatter under the power of the punch. Black shards of an unknown metal fell from the impact point down to the ground far below. Vegeta pulled his fist away from Zeta, watching the pathetic boy mumble in pain. He had little sorrow for the gasps of air Zeta was trying to get. Zeta's suffering was only sped up, when Vegeta positioned himself and then kicked down into Zeta's chest sending the young saiyan through the air and into a crashing mass in a forest of trees. The body of Zeta rolled lifelessly through trees, gathering sharp broken branches in his body that only added to this torture. The young saiyan rolled to a stop amongst all the collected debris from his crash landing into the forest. A branch had managed to worsen the injury to his stomach. An armour shard had actually torn open his tight black suit and sliced a rather nasty cut on his bare skin. And to add to his torment, a broken twig had lodged itself in the cut and was poking out.
Vegeta watched like a hawk from sky at the fallen warrior. The smirk on his face was his usual one, whenever he felt confident. He then gave out a yell and started firing small energy blasts at Zeta. His arms moved in a blur, letting more and more power and energy blasts fly out towards their target. Little yellow dots painted the sky as they fell down to the ground like sparks from fireworks. The small yellow balls found their mark and all exploded at once, and the newer blasts that came in only added to the huge explosion. An enormous cloud of energy devastated the area; trees, rocks and wildlife were all wiped out by the massing blasts. He kept going, showering the area with as much as he could to ensure that maximum damage could be done.
Vegeta suddenly stopped his onslaught and looked down at what he had done. The cloud billowed in the air for a while, but was quickly blown away by a passing wind. Dust moved off into the east and what was left was a solitary man.
Zeta was on one knee with both arms out straight pointing towards Vegeta with his palm's outwards. His body quivered and shook from the stress of the battle. Zeta had created an energy shield to protect himself from the assault of energy blasts Vegeta had so kindly issued. It had proved quite useful to shield much of his body but at the expense of loads of energy as he was greatly wounded but was still able to fight on. Smoke kept rising from the darkened area around him constantly, as if a bush fire had been present. Fallen trees lay scattered around him while Vegeta floated in the air above him.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Vegeta asked himself, "a poor helpless saiyan with nowhere to go" He started laughing at the kneeling Zeta below him. The pathetic warrior wanted a fight, now he had one and Vegeta wasn't going to let him back out. Zeta let his arms drop and then he pulled himself up, one painful centimetre at a time. He pushed up the weight of his whole body with his legs, which were the only part of his body not wounded badly at the moment, as his arms were tired from blocking the energy blasts and his chest muscles used for support were almost ruined. Finally he stood up straight, very gingerly and he tried to hide the obvious pain but his quivering body showed how much he was suffering.
"Looks like your out for the count kid" Vegeta yelled at him, "if you leave now I promise I'll let you go without mortally wounding you again." Zeta looked up at Vegeta. In only a matter of a few hits, Vegeta had almost killed Zeta and yet he pounded Vegeta hundreds of times, which did absolutely nothing. Zeta looked just as bad as Vegeta, actually worse. His face was cut and bruised from all the trees he hit while sliding across the ground. The left eye on his face was almost unidentifiable, as it was black and swollen like a small apple. The armour he wore was now almost useless because of Vegeta's hits to the stomach, the shattered hole was completely wide and open. The rest of the armour was now damaged and ragged. Also the wound in his chest was quite large, even while he held his hand on it, blood was oozing out. Zeta looked down to his stomach and winced at the pain. The twig was quite large that had managed to entangle itself in there. About thirty centimetres long and two centimetres thick, but that didn't faze him. He readied himself and with a huge yell, he plucked the stick out of the gash and quickly pulled a tiny squeeze bottle from the inside top of his armour. The contents were applied along the wound and a white substance instantly hardened over it, sealing it off.
Vegeta was watching curiously from above. He had never seen anything like that before, he wondered if they have any on Earth as it would be extremely useful. The young saiyan below tossed the bottle aside and then suddenly flew up into the air aligned with Vegeta. Zeta looked at Vegeta through his cold green eye and spat out some blood from his mouth. And then he said;
"Let's continue."
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