Dragonball: The Chill Saga
Chapter2: The lone warrior
"Frieza has a son?!?"
That was pretty much the same reaction that Goku got out of his friends. Only Vegeta
and Piccolo didn't seem terribly shaken by the turn of events.
"That's just not right," started Krillin, "Who'd want to get together with Frieza
and have a child, anyways?"
No on in the group had a good answer to that. The group consisted of Goku, Gohan,
Trunks, Goten, Vegeta, Krillin, 18, Bulma and Videl. Finally, Vegeta spoke up.
"Frieza belonged to a race that reproduced Asexualy." he said to no one in particular,
"sort of like the Nameks."
"So they lay eggs?" Trunks said.
"Yes." Vegeta confirmed, "But we're not here for a Biology class. Kakarotto, who did
you say it was who attacked you?"
"Oh, well, he said his name was Kiivicks. Funny name." Goku said to himself, "He also
said that he was sent by Lord Chill. Come to think of it, that's a funny name too!" Goku
smiled at this prospect.
"So what does this mean?" Videl piped in, "Is the Earth in any sort of danger?"
"Ha, not likely," Krillan assured her, "If this Chill guy is anything like Frieza,
then we'll be able to take him no problem."
"I think we'd better be cautious just the same." Gohan said this from the back of the
room, his face buried in a book.
"Yeah," Goku agreed, "Even if he isn't as strong as any of us, he could still blow
up the planet without us knowing. That'd get rid of us all pretty quick." The group looked
at each other nervously. Vegeta snorted at this.
"If the Earth is really in any sort of danger, then we should take the fight to Chill.
You said that Kiivicks gave your the coordinates to his homeplanet, right Kakarotto?"
"Yeah, that's right." Goku said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Here it is."
Bulma took it out of his hand and briefly went over the numbers.
"This is pretty far out in the galaxy," she finally said, "I'd estimate that we could
get there in about four weeks if we wanted. Which brings up another question. Who all would
be going to fight this guy?"
There was a pause. None of them had thought about this. And with no way to really
know how strong this Chill was, it wouldn't be an easy decision to make.
"I'll go." Vegeta finally said.
"Don't you think you'll need someone else to help you?" Krillin asked.
"What are you implying? he snapped.
"Nothing."
***
The air was thick and wet, making it hard to breath. On top of this, the vile fumes
from the swamp were toxic enough to give one cancer. Or so it seemed. Emperor Pilaf was
gasping for air as he truged through the wet bushes of the jungle he was in. It seemed that
a dragonball was located somewhere around here, which would make the trip all worth the
while.
"I'm tired, already!" he complained, "Where the hell is that Dragonball?"
"Don't worry, Emperor," Mai assured, "It's around here somewhere. In fact, we're
getting very close."
They were all panting for air as they slowly made their way through the wet grass.
That is, if it was grass. It was awfully long and thick, which made it easy to trip. This
place was barbaric! Once he was crowned emperor of the world, he'd make sure to have places
like this paved over. The very thought of such a thing brought an evil smile to his face.
"All right," Mai finaly said, "The Dragonball should be only a few meters ahead!"
They pushed a bush out of the way to see a huge muddy stagnant swamp. It seemed to
go on forever. The smell was almost unbearable, and fumes were actually rising from it.
"Oh no..." he said to himself, "It's not in there, is it?!?!"
"Ah...yes sir." Mai confirmed.
He looked at it again. It couldn't be that deep, could it? He picked up a big stick
and jabbed at the mud. It engulfed his stick.
"That's not quicksand, is it?" he asked in disbelife. Their luck was the worst.
"Well, among other things..." Mai informed.
"We'd better get to work." he said. "Shuu, get in there and get me my Dragonball."
"Uh...me?"
"Yes, how many Shuu's are there?"
Shuu gulped. That swamp didn't exactly look too inviting, not to mention the
quicksand bit. Still, his emperor commanded it, and one day he would rule the world. Probably
best to get on his good side now. Shuu quickly tied a rope around a tree, and then his waste,
and jumped in. It was terrible! The mushy mud seemed to pull him downwards, and instinctively
he kicked his feet to keep his head above the sand. This made him sink deeper.
"Help!" he managed to squeek.
"Don't worry," Mai comforted him with, "You'll be fine. The rope is well secured
and it'll hold you."
There was an audible SNAP, as the tree that the rope was tied to, broke in half and
fell into the pond.
"You idiot!" yelled Pilaf, "You're supposed to tie it around a good tree! Not an old
rotted one!" But SHuu was beyond caring, he was crying for help.
"Quit moving!" Mai yelled, "It'll only sink you deeper!"
"Keep moving!" Pilaf yelled, "Otherwise you'll sink!"
Shuu's mind was racing. What was he supposed to do? Then, he caught something out of
the corner of his eye. A vine! If he could just get an arm free...
He jerked and yanked, and finally, managed to get his arm out, making a plopping
sound. "Haha!" he laughed triumphantly, "Don't worry, Emperor, I'll get out!" Pilaf and Mai
were yelling something, but he couldn't hear them. He grabbed onto the vine. Boy, it was
very bizzare.
It took about 4 seconds for him to realize that the vine he was holding on to was
really a snake. The result was electric. "Yaaagh!" he yelled in horror, "A snake! Help me,
help me!"
It took a half-hour to free Shuu of the swamp, another half-hour to locate the
dragonball, and another 10 hours to escape the vile jungle. It was, in retrospect, not a very
good day.
***
Goku, Vegeta and the rest of the group had talked for a good portion of the day (with
many food breaks, requested by Goku), and eventually decided to take the fight to Chill.
Goku volunteered immediatly, but was shot down just as quick by Vegeta, who said he should
be spending time training Ubuu.
Trunks, Goten and Gohan didn't really want to go themselves, and used exuses. Trunks
claimed to be to busy in light of recent events at Capsul Corp. Gohan said he would be
doing some travelling with Videl in a week, and Goten just said he didn't feel like it.
Vegeta didn't seem to complain with this.
Ubuu still had a lot of training to do with Goku, Mr.Buu wasn't the type to get
drawn into a fight elsewhere in the galaxy, and Piccolo didn't want to leave the Earth,
should he be needed to protect it. And so, the powerfull Z warriors would not, or could not
go. Vegeta was more than happy to fight alone, and no one disagreed.
"Hey, Bulma!" Goku called. Their unofficial meeting had just broken up, and most of
the warriors left, but Goku stayed behind.
"Oh, hi Goku." she said not looking at him. She was tinkering with an old piece of
machinery. "I thought you'd left."
"No, there was actually something I needed to talk to you about," he said, getting
to the point, "It seems that Vegeta is different lately. He was very determined to go and
battle Chill alone, and he also seems a lot stronger than when I last fought with him, which
was only a few days. Has he been acting weird lately?"
Bulma put down her work and considered this for a moment. "Hmmm, actually, Goku, he
has. He's been somewhat more reclusive. He's spending all his time in the gravity room, and
trains long into the night. COme to think of it, he's acting a lot like he did when we first
met him."
"I see." Goku replied, thinking of this for a moment. "Do you know why?"
"No, but I suspect that it has something to do with when you two fought a couple of
days ago. It probably just re-awakened some old rivalry between you two in him, and he's
gone back to his old self. Don't worry, I know him. It'll pass."
Goku stayed a while longer and asked if anything was new, but Bulma seemed engrossed
in her work so he left her soon afterwards, flew home, and went to bed. Vegeta was not home,
however. he was training in the gravity room. And he stayed there until the early hours of
the morning.
***
"Lord Chill will see you now." said a cold, metallic voice through an intercom.
Kiivicks felt his heart miss a thud, and his body stiffened. He always felt this way right
before he was to meet Chill, and no matter how many times he met, he could never downplay
the twinge of nervosness that went to his core.
He walked smoothly through the door, which slid upwards as he approached it,
revealing a titanic room. It was as big as some of the buildings on this planet! On the
walls and cealing were stainglass windows, created by the finest artists in the galaxy.
There was a thick red carpet that started at the door and seemed to go on straight into a
black void. A shadow that loomed over the other end of the room. And he knew that Lord Chill
was sitting there.
He quietly cleared his throat as he walked towards the dark area. He made sure to
maintain a good posture and straight face. He didn't bother to look at the myriad of
different sculptures that were located all around the the room. It would show he was focused
on the task at hand. A sign of any good soldier.
Eventually, he go the part of the rug that was replaced with a shade. He stopped
here, and kneeled on one leg. Chill had made no sound, and made no gesture for him to rise.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kiivicks thought that he might not be there. Then, Chill
spoke.
"Rise, Lieutenant Kiivicks." He said in a deep, yet smooth voice. Kiivicks rose.
"I trust that you are well, in spite of your recent confrontation with the Super Saiya-jin
from Earth. Is this correct?"
"Yes, Lord Chill." Kiivicks said in a strong voice. What was to follow next was no
doubt a series of questions regarding the Super-Saiya-jin.
"That surprises me," Chill said, rising from his seat. Kiivicks still couldn't see
any part of him. He decided it was for the best. "Considering that from what I'm told, a
Super Saiya-jin is nothing more than a ruthless beast, capable of nothing but destruction
and death." Kiivicks could hear his footsteps. Chill was approaching him. His heart stopped.
Chill had been known to fly into a rage over a trivial matter at one instant, and then laugh
wholeheartedly the next. Of course, wether he was in a good mood or not after he killed
Kiivicks would hardly matter.
Chill stopped walking a few feet from Kiivicks. He couldn't see him still (he
wondered if that was what Chill had in mind when he designed this room), however he could
lightly feel his breathing. A moment passed, and finally, Chill spoke.
"Of course, perhaps I'm misinformed. After all, who really knows anything about a
Super Saiya-jin? Surely it would leave no witnesses in it's path. But even more likely is
that it does not exist." he said. Kiivicks wasn't sure if this was a question.
"Yes, sir." he said, just to be safe. "But your father..."
"My father was a fool!" he snapped, "And look where it got him. He's probably in
hell somewhere right now. Killed over a mear legend. Pah!"
Kiivicks was surprised at this. Usually Chill's race held each other in extremely
high regard. They held each other in high regard, and to hear them insult each other was all
but unheard of.
"Don't look so shocked, my dear Kiivicks," he said. Kiivicks cursed himself for
allowing his emotions to show up on his face, "I'm not ignorant as to who my father was. And
if you compare me to him, you'll probably find out that I'm right. He was a fool. But he was
still my father..." he trailed off. Kiivicks was sure that he had turned around and
was looking at a portrait of the late Lord Frieza. Chill had his entire family tree in
portraits, hung up on the wall.
"No matter." Chill finally said, "This Super Saiya-jin, as he's known. Tell me about
him. Tell me everything." Kiivicks began his tale.
***
At last, it was time for departure. Vegeta had waited a week for Bulma to put the
finishing touches on his spaceship. It was perfectly suited for his needs. Of course, his
needs were little more than a gravity machine that could go to 2000x Earth's normal gravity.
He had wanted it to go higher, but Bulma was concerned that the pressure would be too much
for the ship to handle, strong as it was. No matter, it would suit his purpose.
"Well, are we ready?" Vegeta demanded, impatiently, "I've been waiting all week."
"Calm down," Bulma said. She was on a computer, doing some last minute checks on the
coordinates and such. "You wouldn't want this heap to crash into a sun, would you?" she
chuckled to herself quietly. Gohan came out of the spaceship.
"All right, Vegeta, you're good to go. I just hope you go easy on the food. I know
how much training can work up your appetite."
"Don't worry about me." he said, arms crossed. "Bulma, are you almost ready?"
"Just give me five minutes."
Five hours later, Vegeta (rather grouchy by this time) left the Earth. Without a
second thought, he turned the gravity up to 500x, smiled tightly, and began his training.
A quick note: Well, there you have it. The second chapter. Don't worry, the story will get
good in a few chapters. Maybe less. Anyways, so I don't get any questions or anything, I'll
say now that the dragonballs that pilaf is collecting in this story are not the black star
set. They are the regular ones, so we need not worry about going through the galaxy looking
for them. Peh, that's all I've gotta say. read on!
Chapter2: The lone warrior
"Frieza has a son?!?"
That was pretty much the same reaction that Goku got out of his friends. Only Vegeta
and Piccolo didn't seem terribly shaken by the turn of events.
"That's just not right," started Krillin, "Who'd want to get together with Frieza
and have a child, anyways?"
No on in the group had a good answer to that. The group consisted of Goku, Gohan,
Trunks, Goten, Vegeta, Krillin, 18, Bulma and Videl. Finally, Vegeta spoke up.
"Frieza belonged to a race that reproduced Asexualy." he said to no one in particular,
"sort of like the Nameks."
"So they lay eggs?" Trunks said.
"Yes." Vegeta confirmed, "But we're not here for a Biology class. Kakarotto, who did
you say it was who attacked you?"
"Oh, well, he said his name was Kiivicks. Funny name." Goku said to himself, "He also
said that he was sent by Lord Chill. Come to think of it, that's a funny name too!" Goku
smiled at this prospect.
"So what does this mean?" Videl piped in, "Is the Earth in any sort of danger?"
"Ha, not likely," Krillan assured her, "If this Chill guy is anything like Frieza,
then we'll be able to take him no problem."
"I think we'd better be cautious just the same." Gohan said this from the back of the
room, his face buried in a book.
"Yeah," Goku agreed, "Even if he isn't as strong as any of us, he could still blow
up the planet without us knowing. That'd get rid of us all pretty quick." The group looked
at each other nervously. Vegeta snorted at this.
"If the Earth is really in any sort of danger, then we should take the fight to Chill.
You said that Kiivicks gave your the coordinates to his homeplanet, right Kakarotto?"
"Yeah, that's right." Goku said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Here it is."
Bulma took it out of his hand and briefly went over the numbers.
"This is pretty far out in the galaxy," she finally said, "I'd estimate that we could
get there in about four weeks if we wanted. Which brings up another question. Who all would
be going to fight this guy?"
There was a pause. None of them had thought about this. And with no way to really
know how strong this Chill was, it wouldn't be an easy decision to make.
"I'll go." Vegeta finally said.
"Don't you think you'll need someone else to help you?" Krillin asked.
"What are you implying? he snapped.
"Nothing."
***
The air was thick and wet, making it hard to breath. On top of this, the vile fumes
from the swamp were toxic enough to give one cancer. Or so it seemed. Emperor Pilaf was
gasping for air as he truged through the wet bushes of the jungle he was in. It seemed that
a dragonball was located somewhere around here, which would make the trip all worth the
while.
"I'm tired, already!" he complained, "Where the hell is that Dragonball?"
"Don't worry, Emperor," Mai assured, "It's around here somewhere. In fact, we're
getting very close."
They were all panting for air as they slowly made their way through the wet grass.
That is, if it was grass. It was awfully long and thick, which made it easy to trip. This
place was barbaric! Once he was crowned emperor of the world, he'd make sure to have places
like this paved over. The very thought of such a thing brought an evil smile to his face.
"All right," Mai finaly said, "The Dragonball should be only a few meters ahead!"
They pushed a bush out of the way to see a huge muddy stagnant swamp. It seemed to
go on forever. The smell was almost unbearable, and fumes were actually rising from it.
"Oh no..." he said to himself, "It's not in there, is it?!?!"
"Ah...yes sir." Mai confirmed.
He looked at it again. It couldn't be that deep, could it? He picked up a big stick
and jabbed at the mud. It engulfed his stick.
"That's not quicksand, is it?" he asked in disbelife. Their luck was the worst.
"Well, among other things..." Mai informed.
"We'd better get to work." he said. "Shuu, get in there and get me my Dragonball."
"Uh...me?"
"Yes, how many Shuu's are there?"
Shuu gulped. That swamp didn't exactly look too inviting, not to mention the
quicksand bit. Still, his emperor commanded it, and one day he would rule the world. Probably
best to get on his good side now. Shuu quickly tied a rope around a tree, and then his waste,
and jumped in. It was terrible! The mushy mud seemed to pull him downwards, and instinctively
he kicked his feet to keep his head above the sand. This made him sink deeper.
"Help!" he managed to squeek.
"Don't worry," Mai comforted him with, "You'll be fine. The rope is well secured
and it'll hold you."
There was an audible SNAP, as the tree that the rope was tied to, broke in half and
fell into the pond.
"You idiot!" yelled Pilaf, "You're supposed to tie it around a good tree! Not an old
rotted one!" But SHuu was beyond caring, he was crying for help.
"Quit moving!" Mai yelled, "It'll only sink you deeper!"
"Keep moving!" Pilaf yelled, "Otherwise you'll sink!"
Shuu's mind was racing. What was he supposed to do? Then, he caught something out of
the corner of his eye. A vine! If he could just get an arm free...
He jerked and yanked, and finally, managed to get his arm out, making a plopping
sound. "Haha!" he laughed triumphantly, "Don't worry, Emperor, I'll get out!" Pilaf and Mai
were yelling something, but he couldn't hear them. He grabbed onto the vine. Boy, it was
very bizzare.
It took about 4 seconds for him to realize that the vine he was holding on to was
really a snake. The result was electric. "Yaaagh!" he yelled in horror, "A snake! Help me,
help me!"
It took a half-hour to free Shuu of the swamp, another half-hour to locate the
dragonball, and another 10 hours to escape the vile jungle. It was, in retrospect, not a very
good day.
***
Goku, Vegeta and the rest of the group had talked for a good portion of the day (with
many food breaks, requested by Goku), and eventually decided to take the fight to Chill.
Goku volunteered immediatly, but was shot down just as quick by Vegeta, who said he should
be spending time training Ubuu.
Trunks, Goten and Gohan didn't really want to go themselves, and used exuses. Trunks
claimed to be to busy in light of recent events at Capsul Corp. Gohan said he would be
doing some travelling with Videl in a week, and Goten just said he didn't feel like it.
Vegeta didn't seem to complain with this.
Ubuu still had a lot of training to do with Goku, Mr.Buu wasn't the type to get
drawn into a fight elsewhere in the galaxy, and Piccolo didn't want to leave the Earth,
should he be needed to protect it. And so, the powerfull Z warriors would not, or could not
go. Vegeta was more than happy to fight alone, and no one disagreed.
"Hey, Bulma!" Goku called. Their unofficial meeting had just broken up, and most of
the warriors left, but Goku stayed behind.
"Oh, hi Goku." she said not looking at him. She was tinkering with an old piece of
machinery. "I thought you'd left."
"No, there was actually something I needed to talk to you about," he said, getting
to the point, "It seems that Vegeta is different lately. He was very determined to go and
battle Chill alone, and he also seems a lot stronger than when I last fought with him, which
was only a few days. Has he been acting weird lately?"
Bulma put down her work and considered this for a moment. "Hmmm, actually, Goku, he
has. He's been somewhat more reclusive. He's spending all his time in the gravity room, and
trains long into the night. COme to think of it, he's acting a lot like he did when we first
met him."
"I see." Goku replied, thinking of this for a moment. "Do you know why?"
"No, but I suspect that it has something to do with when you two fought a couple of
days ago. It probably just re-awakened some old rivalry between you two in him, and he's
gone back to his old self. Don't worry, I know him. It'll pass."
Goku stayed a while longer and asked if anything was new, but Bulma seemed engrossed
in her work so he left her soon afterwards, flew home, and went to bed. Vegeta was not home,
however. he was training in the gravity room. And he stayed there until the early hours of
the morning.
***
"Lord Chill will see you now." said a cold, metallic voice through an intercom.
Kiivicks felt his heart miss a thud, and his body stiffened. He always felt this way right
before he was to meet Chill, and no matter how many times he met, he could never downplay
the twinge of nervosness that went to his core.
He walked smoothly through the door, which slid upwards as he approached it,
revealing a titanic room. It was as big as some of the buildings on this planet! On the
walls and cealing were stainglass windows, created by the finest artists in the galaxy.
There was a thick red carpet that started at the door and seemed to go on straight into a
black void. A shadow that loomed over the other end of the room. And he knew that Lord Chill
was sitting there.
He quietly cleared his throat as he walked towards the dark area. He made sure to
maintain a good posture and straight face. He didn't bother to look at the myriad of
different sculptures that were located all around the the room. It would show he was focused
on the task at hand. A sign of any good soldier.
Eventually, he go the part of the rug that was replaced with a shade. He stopped
here, and kneeled on one leg. Chill had made no sound, and made no gesture for him to rise.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kiivicks thought that he might not be there. Then, Chill
spoke.
"Rise, Lieutenant Kiivicks." He said in a deep, yet smooth voice. Kiivicks rose.
"I trust that you are well, in spite of your recent confrontation with the Super Saiya-jin
from Earth. Is this correct?"
"Yes, Lord Chill." Kiivicks said in a strong voice. What was to follow next was no
doubt a series of questions regarding the Super-Saiya-jin.
"That surprises me," Chill said, rising from his seat. Kiivicks still couldn't see
any part of him. He decided it was for the best. "Considering that from what I'm told, a
Super Saiya-jin is nothing more than a ruthless beast, capable of nothing but destruction
and death." Kiivicks could hear his footsteps. Chill was approaching him. His heart stopped.
Chill had been known to fly into a rage over a trivial matter at one instant, and then laugh
wholeheartedly the next. Of course, wether he was in a good mood or not after he killed
Kiivicks would hardly matter.
Chill stopped walking a few feet from Kiivicks. He couldn't see him still (he
wondered if that was what Chill had in mind when he designed this room), however he could
lightly feel his breathing. A moment passed, and finally, Chill spoke.
"Of course, perhaps I'm misinformed. After all, who really knows anything about a
Super Saiya-jin? Surely it would leave no witnesses in it's path. But even more likely is
that it does not exist." he said. Kiivicks wasn't sure if this was a question.
"Yes, sir." he said, just to be safe. "But your father..."
"My father was a fool!" he snapped, "And look where it got him. He's probably in
hell somewhere right now. Killed over a mear legend. Pah!"
Kiivicks was surprised at this. Usually Chill's race held each other in extremely
high regard. They held each other in high regard, and to hear them insult each other was all
but unheard of.
"Don't look so shocked, my dear Kiivicks," he said. Kiivicks cursed himself for
allowing his emotions to show up on his face, "I'm not ignorant as to who my father was. And
if you compare me to him, you'll probably find out that I'm right. He was a fool. But he was
still my father..." he trailed off. Kiivicks was sure that he had turned around and
was looking at a portrait of the late Lord Frieza. Chill had his entire family tree in
portraits, hung up on the wall.
"No matter." Chill finally said, "This Super Saiya-jin, as he's known. Tell me about
him. Tell me everything." Kiivicks began his tale.
***
At last, it was time for departure. Vegeta had waited a week for Bulma to put the
finishing touches on his spaceship. It was perfectly suited for his needs. Of course, his
needs were little more than a gravity machine that could go to 2000x Earth's normal gravity.
He had wanted it to go higher, but Bulma was concerned that the pressure would be too much
for the ship to handle, strong as it was. No matter, it would suit his purpose.
"Well, are we ready?" Vegeta demanded, impatiently, "I've been waiting all week."
"Calm down," Bulma said. She was on a computer, doing some last minute checks on the
coordinates and such. "You wouldn't want this heap to crash into a sun, would you?" she
chuckled to herself quietly. Gohan came out of the spaceship.
"All right, Vegeta, you're good to go. I just hope you go easy on the food. I know
how much training can work up your appetite."
"Don't worry about me." he said, arms crossed. "Bulma, are you almost ready?"
"Just give me five minutes."
Five hours later, Vegeta (rather grouchy by this time) left the Earth. Without a
second thought, he turned the gravity up to 500x, smiled tightly, and began his training.
A quick note: Well, there you have it. The second chapter. Don't worry, the story will get
good in a few chapters. Maybe less. Anyways, so I don't get any questions or anything, I'll
say now that the dragonballs that pilaf is collecting in this story are not the black star
set. They are the regular ones, so we need not worry about going through the galaxy looking
for them. Peh, that's all I've gotta say. read on!