Saiyan Awakening Chapter Two
A Price Paid
"Honor is nothing. Loyalty is an aberration. The only thing that matters is power. Those with the power make the rules. Those without are enslaved. So yes I made a deal with the devil, but can any of you say it was wrong. We are a people who could have been wiped out by that devil with just a wave of his hand. Those that survived may not forgive me, but those generations that otherwise would not have been born will sing my praises. And perhaps then I will be vindicated."
-Paragus, at his coronation, 737 AD
On Arlia, the resistance wages a war against the planet trade. In the depths of space a young Saiyan warrior begins a journey to duty and tragedy. On route to Kanassa, an exiled prince prepares for battle. The sinister Zarbon holds a Saiyan warrior captive. This is not world you knew, this the world of the Saiyans.
Arlia-
Bardock stood in the planetary defense war room. Cut from a crystal alloy it was the hardest substance known to the Arlians. Bardock wondered if it would survive a direct blast but that didn't matter. He only needed it long enough to control the automated defense platforms in Arlia's orbit.
The Planet Trade's forces gathered in high orbit. Hundreds of pods and saucer cruiser comprised the strike force. The orbital defense force was comprised of heavy laser satellites and missile satellites. Greater forces awaited the attackers on the ground, but the Arlians hoped that this defense grid would drive off the attackers.
"All batteries, power up weapons and target at your leisure." The Arlian general called. A fury on motion accompanied his words as his technicians powered up their weapons. Bardock stood behind the general and watched. The pods forced their way down toward the planet preparing for entry. "Fire!"
The sky over Arlia lit up in a wondrous and frightening display. Missiles and laser blasts met the pods head on shred their numbers, still they came. Some of the missiles started peppering the saucer as it responded in kind with the laser batteries long since laid dormant. 'So Frieza's forces are not as complacent as I thought.'
The pods started to pass the satellite batteries, as their mother ship blasted several satellites. "Sir, a breach has opened in the net but one of our laser batteries got a fatal blast on the saucer, look." Sure enough the Arlian weapons tech was right. The saucer had a huge blown diagonally through its hull; it was losing atmosphere and orbit, fast by the looks of it too.
"The Saucer is dead but expectedly the troops live on. And we must meet them on Arlian soil. Come General let us gather the troops, let Arlia be their graveyard." Bardock announced as he walked out of the room and went off to his men.
Deep Space-
The armada of Saiyan pods closed in on a floating rock in the dead of space. Vegeta hated meeting like this. They were literally nowhere, meeting an unknown ally of Bardock's in void between the stars. He rubbed his jaw as his pod lined up for the final approach on the docking latch.
If things were going well Bardock would be engaged in heavy fighting on Arlia, and with a little luck winning. He hoped he was Bardock was in the position to stick it to Frieza, but soon Vegeta would have some fun too.
The pod rotated and entered it's docking port. As the pod rotation ended the docking moors locked on and Vegeta saw into the cavernous docking bay. Several large ships stood near a catwalk, which ended at a glass enclosed control room. These ships were a buzz with activity as equipment was taken out and put on industrial gravity lifts. They were clearly meant as transports bring vital resources to the ship and taking stuff out to be sold. Goods gained from their piracy.
Sleeker ships stood near the massive space doors, which was the only barrier between this room and the cold vacuum of space. These ships were nearly a quarter of the size of the cargo ships and were smooth surfaced where the cargo ships were bulky and inelegant. They had a round nose, which slopped smoothly to a round glass cockpit, and further back to two short but sleek wings which drooped further back and down. These too were abuzz with activity as mechanics fueled its engines and replaced expended armaments. Another being sat in one cockpit fiddling with the controls. It's green and pointy ears told of its race, Namekian.
"Ah, you have taken an interest in our dragoon wings," a deep ancient voice said behind Vegeta and he spun around in an undignified manner. A robed figure stood behind him. He was also Namekian, ancient where the other had been youthful. He supported himself on a wooden staff. It took Vegeta a moment to realize he was not supporting his form with the staff, only using it as a deception. "I am sorry if I startled you, Young Prince Vegeta if guess right."
"You guess right. And if I assume correctly you are Lord Slug of the World Ship Mono, correct?" Vegeta smiled.
The Namek merely moved his head in neither a gesture of yes or no. "I am. I noticed you had taken an interest in our Dragoon Wings do you have any questions?"
"Yes but I would like my…oh here he comes." Vegeta saw behind Slug his second and good friend Nappa.
"Prince Vegeta, all hands accounted for and docked. Who is this wrinkled old lizard?" asked Nappa noticing Vegeta's companion for the first time. The Saiyan prince could have died of horror right there and then. And if Slug choose to take, he and his men would die a far less merciful death at their enemies' hands. In that scenario the only question was would Slug do it himself or just ship them off to Frieza and Paragus.
Fortunately, Slug seemed merely amused at Nappa's outburst and chuckled oddly. "Allow me to introduce myself General Nappa. I am Lord Slug, commander of this ship and all it's resources and your patron here." A bewildered look, which mimicked the one Vegeta had given him moments ago, came over Nappa's face. "Oh don't be so dramatic. I have recently come to terms over my age and the fact that the great power I once wielded is irrevocably lost to me. I will die soon, perhaps sooner than I wish, and you know something. I am glad, if Bardock is right, I will soon be standing on an abyss. On the other side is a universe of peace and order where my pirates and I will be out of place. And if we fall into the abyss, well we are all doomed than, every living person in the galaxy is doomed.
Planet Frost-
It was a world of ice. So far from it's own star that only a few scant minutes of daylight occurred a day. If the temperature was above –30 C, it was considered a very hot day. The planet was ravaged by constant ice storms whose winds would tear the flesh from a less resilient species, assuming that it survived a wind chill of –110 Celsius. And then it only got worse for reasons unknown to this planets inhabitants, occasionally this planet's gravity field went nuts and part of the atmosphere opened to space.
Perhaps even more unknown was how in this psychotic universe a species managed to survive this hell, procreate and get to the point of developing sentience. For one did. And that race eventually spawned Lord Frieza, Supreme Director of the Planet Trade and Heir Apparent to the Frost White Throne.
As Zarbon made his way through the heavily heated corridors, he wondered whether this universe would be
better off if a rock had smashed down from the heavens and destroyed this world in an earlier time. These
corridors were the halls of the Supreme Directorship of the Planet Trade, both Frieza's home away from the
front and his administrative capital. The building was arrayed in three concentric circles each one elevated
above the other so that the outer windows had a breathtaking view of the Frost ice fields. Zarbon stood at
one of those windows and gazed out at the white savanna. It was simply a glacier, flat and unbroken by
any natural features. Zarbon gazed at the wall clock and smiled. The sun rose above the horizon and the
light caught the sheet of ice. As the light hit the mixture of liquids that made up the ice and watched as gigantic rainbow rose and spread over the sky.
Behind Zarbon, he heard the crowd quiet as the busy hallway came to halt at this daily treat. He continued on his way knowing that being late to this appointment could be terminal. "Fatal would be a better word for it," he murmured as he continued.
He was inside the inner ring, or the militant control part. In this ring was Lord Frieza's own quarters, as well as the conference room, war room, and space control with a spaceport located in the center of the rings. Zarbon was headed to Frieza's personal viewing room located in his quarters.
Zarbon knew this was bad. The only reason Frieza called anyone into his private quarters was to scare the shit out of them, if they were lucky. He reached the door and braced himself as he gingerly hit the door release.
The arctic chill that blew out of the room nearly knocked him over from the sheer iciness of it. Frieza kept the base at 20C at all times, except his chambers which he maintained at –40C, 95% humidity, and 3 ATMs, which was two more than the rest of the base. This way anyone who opened the door immediately got blasted as the cold air attempted to fill the relative void outside. Zarbon stepped into the viewing chamber.
If you like freezing or considered 40 below beach weather, it was a nice room. Ice sculptures lined the walls of the room, most depicting the various species that managed to challenge Frieza mildly and yet were still exterminated. The throne like chair at the end of the chamber was ice as well. Frozen gold chlorate to be exact. And perched on it with his tail curled from behind it to wrap around one of its legs was Lord Frieza. He sat with his miniature body slumped to one side, his horned head resting on his hand as his elbow rested against the chair's arm.
"Zarbon do you mind informing me of your failure before I point it out to you in cruel detail." Frieza's icy, but strangely weary, voice chilled Zarbon in a way the room failed to. Where the room chilled him to the bone; this chilled him to the soul, if such a thing existed.
"If I have failed you in any way my lord it is none that I know of." It was a pat answer but this time true.
"Zarbon, very well, I will enlighten you." He hit a button on a remote on the other chair arm. A screen descended from the ceiling between the throne and Zarbon. The picture was Arlia and the fleet preparing to attack it. "This is Arlia, the world we recently launch an offensive against."
"Sir if Arlia is where the failure occurred then perhaps you should discuss this with Dodoria…"
"Be silent Zarbon while you still have a choice in the manner. Have no fear I will get to Dodoria as soon as I am finished with you. But it was you who gathered the intel on this planet and assured me it would be an easy conquest. However…" A blast from a satellite based laser tore through the saucer ship in the Planet Trade fleet. The plummeted into the planet's atmosphere and burnt up. "As you can see that is not the case." Frieza gets up and walks over to Zarbon. Zarbon freezes. Frieza grabs his neck and begins to straggle him. He levitates into the air lifting Zarbon off his feet. He begins go black. And then feels Frieza let go and himself fall to the floor.
"I am sorry sir."
"Zarbon you are lousy excuse for an espionage chief. I am giving that right to your second, General Zorn. You are now assigned as the commander of personal detail. You will also turn over all of your slaves…"
"But sir."
Frieza turns and fires a wave of concussive energy at Zarbon shattering his arm. "I said be quiet. You will turn over all your slaves but one and will come to watch as I…enjoy myself." If anyone is curious, he means execute them. "One of them will be that Vern, Gera, you picked up a while back. You aren't keeping that creature any longer. Now get out of my sight."
Zarbon crawled out of the room and down the halls. Dodoria pasted him in the halls. The only bright spot was the fact that across his face came a look of pure dread.
Deep space aboard the World ship Mono-
Vegeta and Nappa walked to the conference room Slug had told them to meet him in. Nappa looked at
Vegeta hesitantly. "My prince. How can this old reptile help us defeat Frieza?"
It was a good question. "Bardock said he was once physically powerful and now the forces he controls are space pirates of the calibre of our force not to mention they have a mobile base of operations."
"Bardock has been wrong or need I remind you how I got this." He pointed to his missing eye. "Besides when Dark Harbor comes online we will have a ship building location that can spawn hundreds of those Dragoon Wings and enough…"
Vegeta slammed Nappa against the wall, just hard enough to get his attention. "Nappa no one but me, you, and Bardock are suppose to know about that excluding those forces sent there to build it. And lose that tiresome, 'you didn't say anything about my eye', at least he pulled you out of Zarbon's citadel."
"I am sorry. I just plain forgot we weren't where the walls can be trusted. Besides we need Kanassa and this Namek should be able to help us with that. The ships are getting crowded and I don't want to live on Arlia."
"Hahaha. Nappa, I don't blame you one bit."
The two old friends walked to the conference room on the World Ship in silence after that. Vegeta and Nappa entered the room and found the two Nameks waiting for them. Slug sat in a chair on the far side of the table. The other Namek sat on the left side. Two empty chairs were present one on the right, one on the near side. Vegeta in the one with it's back to the door, he slightly winced as he did and Nappa took the one on the right.
"Good day Prince Vegeta and General Nappa, this is my wing commander and special coordinator Nail." Slug pointed to the younger Namek in the room. He lightly tipped his head as he look at both Saiyans. "Now Bardock says you have something of an assignment for us, since I owe him one let's hear what it is."
Vegeta placed a disc in the displayer and turned it on. A planet flashed into view. "This is Planet Kanassa, the last major base the Planet Trade has in working order in that sector. The base includes a training facility, spaceport, and research center. Bardock wants the planet. Our recent attacks on Planet Trade facilities means that Kanassa's garrison is having a hard time replacing equipment, in fact if they can't manufacture it they don't have it. The planet has about ten divisions of Planet Trade conscripts, mostly concentrated in the spaceport. Two training cadres are at the training facility and at least two special teams are at the base as well. As far as we can tell the planet lacks a full anti-shipping net, but might have some of those weapons around the spaceport. We know that one squadron of planet trade fighters are stored in launch condition at the spaceport and can be mobilized in ten minutes. That concludes our knowledge of the target. He left planning to us."
"What about capital ships," Nail asked.
"If there are any they are hiding well," Vegeta replied. "What is your air strength?"
"Two squadrons of Dragoon Wings, one squadron of Scale Bombers, and 6 dropships. Our ground strength is six divisions of mercenary soldiers and two teams of specials. If I am correct your twenty Saiyans also are split into two groups of ten." Slug.
"Yes. Let's assume that the Planet Trade forces are at the numbers we suspect what is our plan?" Vegeta.
"First we land away from the spaceport perhaps near the training facility so we can take out the cadres and a division or two out early in a scenario where we have the tactical advantage…" Nappa.
"…Then we split into two equal groups and moving along two routes we hit the research center with air support…" Nail.
"…No bombers. Bardock wants it intact. We form at skirmish line between our forces and the spaceport. We use bombers to close launch tunnels and move in with specials…" Vegeta.
"…while our normals move in from behind and take control of the tower." Nail.
"I like the plan. We arrive in Kanassa's orbit in three days." Slug adjourned the meeting with that.
Arlia-
Bardock walked down the line of his troops. As he passed each of his soldiers, he greeted them by name and wished them luck. He also checked their armor and scouters. It was a tradition he had. A way of showing his respect for those troops who followed him in this realistically futile effort.
Just behind Bardock and to his right was his second Beeta. They had met on Frieza's ship rescuing the Prince. Beeta had been in King Vegeta party and was the only one to survive. With his help, Bardock took the Saiyan Prince and rightful heir from Frieza's grasp and escaped. They had been inseperable ever since.
As Bardock passed the Saiyan half of the line, he reached the Garm half. Unable to focus and concentrate ki energy, these soldiers of a lost homeworld used technology. Bardock gave a them a chance to win with it though. They wore cybernetic suits, most adorned with images and styled after fierce mythological creatures. On one hand, they carried a plasma flamethrower, capable of burning even Saiyan flesh. On the other, they wielded a powerful laser, which could be linked with another one through a beam and fire a mega-sized blast of energy. The armor gave them flight ability and even increased speed and strength. Forearm claws meant they could use that strength to their advantage.
Bardock became aware that the man standing behind and to his left stepped up. The man was Commander Tiamat, head of the Garm Technosoldiers and a close friend of Bardock. He had been assigned by the Garm Council to protect the refugee ships as they fled from their homeworld. As a result he had been on one and had witnessed as a blast tore through the planet and ripped it to pieces. They had run from the planet trade and survived thanks to their ships' ability to camouflage themselves. "Do you think this going to work?"
"Tiamat you should know better. We have surprise and strength on our hands. One alone is enough to kill, but both. The shock will be fatal."
"I know, but the Planet Trade will respond in force."
Bardock knew that. "Then we will just have to be more forceful." Bardock turned to see a cruel and gleeful smile come over the Garm warrior's face. 'And they think they have no warriors. If they want to see what a warrior is they should examine this man.'
"In five hours this begins Bardock we need to gather the wind and march like a hurricane." Beeta spoke up.
"Amen," the Garm warrior voice distant as he scanned what would soon be a battlefield.
To be continued…
Chapter 3- The Hurricane Touches down
Bardock's force go head to head with the Planet Trade as Vegeta and Nappa invade Kanassa. As word of the two prong attack reaches the seat of the Planet Trade, Frieza dispatches his best general to clean up the mess that Dodoria and Zarbon caused. And get ready because Raditz is coming home. What will Raditz think of the home he never knew, let alone his family of traitors.
A Price Paid
"Honor is nothing. Loyalty is an aberration. The only thing that matters is power. Those with the power make the rules. Those without are enslaved. So yes I made a deal with the devil, but can any of you say it was wrong. We are a people who could have been wiped out by that devil with just a wave of his hand. Those that survived may not forgive me, but those generations that otherwise would not have been born will sing my praises. And perhaps then I will be vindicated."
-Paragus, at his coronation, 737 AD
On Arlia, the resistance wages a war against the planet trade. In the depths of space a young Saiyan warrior begins a journey to duty and tragedy. On route to Kanassa, an exiled prince prepares for battle. The sinister Zarbon holds a Saiyan warrior captive. This is not world you knew, this the world of the Saiyans.
Arlia-
Bardock stood in the planetary defense war room. Cut from a crystal alloy it was the hardest substance known to the Arlians. Bardock wondered if it would survive a direct blast but that didn't matter. He only needed it long enough to control the automated defense platforms in Arlia's orbit.
The Planet Trade's forces gathered in high orbit. Hundreds of pods and saucer cruiser comprised the strike force. The orbital defense force was comprised of heavy laser satellites and missile satellites. Greater forces awaited the attackers on the ground, but the Arlians hoped that this defense grid would drive off the attackers.
"All batteries, power up weapons and target at your leisure." The Arlian general called. A fury on motion accompanied his words as his technicians powered up their weapons. Bardock stood behind the general and watched. The pods forced their way down toward the planet preparing for entry. "Fire!"
The sky over Arlia lit up in a wondrous and frightening display. Missiles and laser blasts met the pods head on shred their numbers, still they came. Some of the missiles started peppering the saucer as it responded in kind with the laser batteries long since laid dormant. 'So Frieza's forces are not as complacent as I thought.'
The pods started to pass the satellite batteries, as their mother ship blasted several satellites. "Sir, a breach has opened in the net but one of our laser batteries got a fatal blast on the saucer, look." Sure enough the Arlian weapons tech was right. The saucer had a huge blown diagonally through its hull; it was losing atmosphere and orbit, fast by the looks of it too.
"The Saucer is dead but expectedly the troops live on. And we must meet them on Arlian soil. Come General let us gather the troops, let Arlia be their graveyard." Bardock announced as he walked out of the room and went off to his men.
Deep Space-
The armada of Saiyan pods closed in on a floating rock in the dead of space. Vegeta hated meeting like this. They were literally nowhere, meeting an unknown ally of Bardock's in void between the stars. He rubbed his jaw as his pod lined up for the final approach on the docking latch.
If things were going well Bardock would be engaged in heavy fighting on Arlia, and with a little luck winning. He hoped he was Bardock was in the position to stick it to Frieza, but soon Vegeta would have some fun too.
The pod rotated and entered it's docking port. As the pod rotation ended the docking moors locked on and Vegeta saw into the cavernous docking bay. Several large ships stood near a catwalk, which ended at a glass enclosed control room. These ships were a buzz with activity as equipment was taken out and put on industrial gravity lifts. They were clearly meant as transports bring vital resources to the ship and taking stuff out to be sold. Goods gained from their piracy.
Sleeker ships stood near the massive space doors, which was the only barrier between this room and the cold vacuum of space. These ships were nearly a quarter of the size of the cargo ships and were smooth surfaced where the cargo ships were bulky and inelegant. They had a round nose, which slopped smoothly to a round glass cockpit, and further back to two short but sleek wings which drooped further back and down. These too were abuzz with activity as mechanics fueled its engines and replaced expended armaments. Another being sat in one cockpit fiddling with the controls. It's green and pointy ears told of its race, Namekian.
"Ah, you have taken an interest in our dragoon wings," a deep ancient voice said behind Vegeta and he spun around in an undignified manner. A robed figure stood behind him. He was also Namekian, ancient where the other had been youthful. He supported himself on a wooden staff. It took Vegeta a moment to realize he was not supporting his form with the staff, only using it as a deception. "I am sorry if I startled you, Young Prince Vegeta if guess right."
"You guess right. And if I assume correctly you are Lord Slug of the World Ship Mono, correct?" Vegeta smiled.
The Namek merely moved his head in neither a gesture of yes or no. "I am. I noticed you had taken an interest in our Dragoon Wings do you have any questions?"
"Yes but I would like my…oh here he comes." Vegeta saw behind Slug his second and good friend Nappa.
"Prince Vegeta, all hands accounted for and docked. Who is this wrinkled old lizard?" asked Nappa noticing Vegeta's companion for the first time. The Saiyan prince could have died of horror right there and then. And if Slug choose to take, he and his men would die a far less merciful death at their enemies' hands. In that scenario the only question was would Slug do it himself or just ship them off to Frieza and Paragus.
Fortunately, Slug seemed merely amused at Nappa's outburst and chuckled oddly. "Allow me to introduce myself General Nappa. I am Lord Slug, commander of this ship and all it's resources and your patron here." A bewildered look, which mimicked the one Vegeta had given him moments ago, came over Nappa's face. "Oh don't be so dramatic. I have recently come to terms over my age and the fact that the great power I once wielded is irrevocably lost to me. I will die soon, perhaps sooner than I wish, and you know something. I am glad, if Bardock is right, I will soon be standing on an abyss. On the other side is a universe of peace and order where my pirates and I will be out of place. And if we fall into the abyss, well we are all doomed than, every living person in the galaxy is doomed.
Planet Frost-
It was a world of ice. So far from it's own star that only a few scant minutes of daylight occurred a day. If the temperature was above –30 C, it was considered a very hot day. The planet was ravaged by constant ice storms whose winds would tear the flesh from a less resilient species, assuming that it survived a wind chill of –110 Celsius. And then it only got worse for reasons unknown to this planets inhabitants, occasionally this planet's gravity field went nuts and part of the atmosphere opened to space.
Perhaps even more unknown was how in this psychotic universe a species managed to survive this hell, procreate and get to the point of developing sentience. For one did. And that race eventually spawned Lord Frieza, Supreme Director of the Planet Trade and Heir Apparent to the Frost White Throne.
As Zarbon made his way through the heavily heated corridors, he wondered whether this universe would be
better off if a rock had smashed down from the heavens and destroyed this world in an earlier time. These
corridors were the halls of the Supreme Directorship of the Planet Trade, both Frieza's home away from the
front and his administrative capital. The building was arrayed in three concentric circles each one elevated
above the other so that the outer windows had a breathtaking view of the Frost ice fields. Zarbon stood at
one of those windows and gazed out at the white savanna. It was simply a glacier, flat and unbroken by
any natural features. Zarbon gazed at the wall clock and smiled. The sun rose above the horizon and the
light caught the sheet of ice. As the light hit the mixture of liquids that made up the ice and watched as gigantic rainbow rose and spread over the sky.
Behind Zarbon, he heard the crowd quiet as the busy hallway came to halt at this daily treat. He continued on his way knowing that being late to this appointment could be terminal. "Fatal would be a better word for it," he murmured as he continued.
He was inside the inner ring, or the militant control part. In this ring was Lord Frieza's own quarters, as well as the conference room, war room, and space control with a spaceport located in the center of the rings. Zarbon was headed to Frieza's personal viewing room located in his quarters.
Zarbon knew this was bad. The only reason Frieza called anyone into his private quarters was to scare the shit out of them, if they were lucky. He reached the door and braced himself as he gingerly hit the door release.
The arctic chill that blew out of the room nearly knocked him over from the sheer iciness of it. Frieza kept the base at 20C at all times, except his chambers which he maintained at –40C, 95% humidity, and 3 ATMs, which was two more than the rest of the base. This way anyone who opened the door immediately got blasted as the cold air attempted to fill the relative void outside. Zarbon stepped into the viewing chamber.
If you like freezing or considered 40 below beach weather, it was a nice room. Ice sculptures lined the walls of the room, most depicting the various species that managed to challenge Frieza mildly and yet were still exterminated. The throne like chair at the end of the chamber was ice as well. Frozen gold chlorate to be exact. And perched on it with his tail curled from behind it to wrap around one of its legs was Lord Frieza. He sat with his miniature body slumped to one side, his horned head resting on his hand as his elbow rested against the chair's arm.
"Zarbon do you mind informing me of your failure before I point it out to you in cruel detail." Frieza's icy, but strangely weary, voice chilled Zarbon in a way the room failed to. Where the room chilled him to the bone; this chilled him to the soul, if such a thing existed.
"If I have failed you in any way my lord it is none that I know of." It was a pat answer but this time true.
"Zarbon, very well, I will enlighten you." He hit a button on a remote on the other chair arm. A screen descended from the ceiling between the throne and Zarbon. The picture was Arlia and the fleet preparing to attack it. "This is Arlia, the world we recently launch an offensive against."
"Sir if Arlia is where the failure occurred then perhaps you should discuss this with Dodoria…"
"Be silent Zarbon while you still have a choice in the manner. Have no fear I will get to Dodoria as soon as I am finished with you. But it was you who gathered the intel on this planet and assured me it would be an easy conquest. However…" A blast from a satellite based laser tore through the saucer ship in the Planet Trade fleet. The plummeted into the planet's atmosphere and burnt up. "As you can see that is not the case." Frieza gets up and walks over to Zarbon. Zarbon freezes. Frieza grabs his neck and begins to straggle him. He levitates into the air lifting Zarbon off his feet. He begins go black. And then feels Frieza let go and himself fall to the floor.
"I am sorry sir."
"Zarbon you are lousy excuse for an espionage chief. I am giving that right to your second, General Zorn. You are now assigned as the commander of personal detail. You will also turn over all of your slaves…"
"But sir."
Frieza turns and fires a wave of concussive energy at Zarbon shattering his arm. "I said be quiet. You will turn over all your slaves but one and will come to watch as I…enjoy myself." If anyone is curious, he means execute them. "One of them will be that Vern, Gera, you picked up a while back. You aren't keeping that creature any longer. Now get out of my sight."
Zarbon crawled out of the room and down the halls. Dodoria pasted him in the halls. The only bright spot was the fact that across his face came a look of pure dread.
Deep space aboard the World ship Mono-
Vegeta and Nappa walked to the conference room Slug had told them to meet him in. Nappa looked at
Vegeta hesitantly. "My prince. How can this old reptile help us defeat Frieza?"
It was a good question. "Bardock said he was once physically powerful and now the forces he controls are space pirates of the calibre of our force not to mention they have a mobile base of operations."
"Bardock has been wrong or need I remind you how I got this." He pointed to his missing eye. "Besides when Dark Harbor comes online we will have a ship building location that can spawn hundreds of those Dragoon Wings and enough…"
Vegeta slammed Nappa against the wall, just hard enough to get his attention. "Nappa no one but me, you, and Bardock are suppose to know about that excluding those forces sent there to build it. And lose that tiresome, 'you didn't say anything about my eye', at least he pulled you out of Zarbon's citadel."
"I am sorry. I just plain forgot we weren't where the walls can be trusted. Besides we need Kanassa and this Namek should be able to help us with that. The ships are getting crowded and I don't want to live on Arlia."
"Hahaha. Nappa, I don't blame you one bit."
The two old friends walked to the conference room on the World Ship in silence after that. Vegeta and Nappa entered the room and found the two Nameks waiting for them. Slug sat in a chair on the far side of the table. The other Namek sat on the left side. Two empty chairs were present one on the right, one on the near side. Vegeta in the one with it's back to the door, he slightly winced as he did and Nappa took the one on the right.
"Good day Prince Vegeta and General Nappa, this is my wing commander and special coordinator Nail." Slug pointed to the younger Namek in the room. He lightly tipped his head as he look at both Saiyans. "Now Bardock says you have something of an assignment for us, since I owe him one let's hear what it is."
Vegeta placed a disc in the displayer and turned it on. A planet flashed into view. "This is Planet Kanassa, the last major base the Planet Trade has in working order in that sector. The base includes a training facility, spaceport, and research center. Bardock wants the planet. Our recent attacks on Planet Trade facilities means that Kanassa's garrison is having a hard time replacing equipment, in fact if they can't manufacture it they don't have it. The planet has about ten divisions of Planet Trade conscripts, mostly concentrated in the spaceport. Two training cadres are at the training facility and at least two special teams are at the base as well. As far as we can tell the planet lacks a full anti-shipping net, but might have some of those weapons around the spaceport. We know that one squadron of planet trade fighters are stored in launch condition at the spaceport and can be mobilized in ten minutes. That concludes our knowledge of the target. He left planning to us."
"What about capital ships," Nail asked.
"If there are any they are hiding well," Vegeta replied. "What is your air strength?"
"Two squadrons of Dragoon Wings, one squadron of Scale Bombers, and 6 dropships. Our ground strength is six divisions of mercenary soldiers and two teams of specials. If I am correct your twenty Saiyans also are split into two groups of ten." Slug.
"Yes. Let's assume that the Planet Trade forces are at the numbers we suspect what is our plan?" Vegeta.
"First we land away from the spaceport perhaps near the training facility so we can take out the cadres and a division or two out early in a scenario where we have the tactical advantage…" Nappa.
"…Then we split into two equal groups and moving along two routes we hit the research center with air support…" Nail.
"…No bombers. Bardock wants it intact. We form at skirmish line between our forces and the spaceport. We use bombers to close launch tunnels and move in with specials…" Vegeta.
"…while our normals move in from behind and take control of the tower." Nail.
"I like the plan. We arrive in Kanassa's orbit in three days." Slug adjourned the meeting with that.
Arlia-
Bardock walked down the line of his troops. As he passed each of his soldiers, he greeted them by name and wished them luck. He also checked their armor and scouters. It was a tradition he had. A way of showing his respect for those troops who followed him in this realistically futile effort.
Just behind Bardock and to his right was his second Beeta. They had met on Frieza's ship rescuing the Prince. Beeta had been in King Vegeta party and was the only one to survive. With his help, Bardock took the Saiyan Prince and rightful heir from Frieza's grasp and escaped. They had been inseperable ever since.
As Bardock passed the Saiyan half of the line, he reached the Garm half. Unable to focus and concentrate ki energy, these soldiers of a lost homeworld used technology. Bardock gave a them a chance to win with it though. They wore cybernetic suits, most adorned with images and styled after fierce mythological creatures. On one hand, they carried a plasma flamethrower, capable of burning even Saiyan flesh. On the other, they wielded a powerful laser, which could be linked with another one through a beam and fire a mega-sized blast of energy. The armor gave them flight ability and even increased speed and strength. Forearm claws meant they could use that strength to their advantage.
Bardock became aware that the man standing behind and to his left stepped up. The man was Commander Tiamat, head of the Garm Technosoldiers and a close friend of Bardock. He had been assigned by the Garm Council to protect the refugee ships as they fled from their homeworld. As a result he had been on one and had witnessed as a blast tore through the planet and ripped it to pieces. They had run from the planet trade and survived thanks to their ships' ability to camouflage themselves. "Do you think this going to work?"
"Tiamat you should know better. We have surprise and strength on our hands. One alone is enough to kill, but both. The shock will be fatal."
"I know, but the Planet Trade will respond in force."
Bardock knew that. "Then we will just have to be more forceful." Bardock turned to see a cruel and gleeful smile come over the Garm warrior's face. 'And they think they have no warriors. If they want to see what a warrior is they should examine this man.'
"In five hours this begins Bardock we need to gather the wind and march like a hurricane." Beeta spoke up.
"Amen," the Garm warrior voice distant as he scanned what would soon be a battlefield.
To be continued…
Chapter 3- The Hurricane Touches down
Bardock's force go head to head with the Planet Trade as Vegeta and Nappa invade Kanassa. As word of the two prong attack reaches the seat of the Planet Trade, Frieza dispatches his best general to clean up the mess that Dodoria and Zarbon caused. And get ready because Raditz is coming home. What will Raditz think of the home he never knew, let alone his family of traitors.
