Rating: R (Yes, there's finally been enough swearing and bloodshed for me to consider it R now…)
Summary: Goku takes a brief stay on planet Yardrat to try to control his instincts and leaves for home, but what does Kakarott think of this?
These Yardrats are far too interfering for my liking… They are trying to help the fool to suppress his battle bloodlust, and that is further hindering my chances for regaining my body. That is the only reason he is staying on this filthy mud ball. Just trying to control himself…
The simpleton is deathly afraid that he will loose control over his instincts and begin to slaughter the ones he loves… He still thinks that all of the violent, hateful urges that he has been receiving lately are coming from his instincts. Idiot…
He has a session each day with one of these awkward, useless creatures every day, and he learns about keeping himself under control. It won't do him any good… No matter how well he learns to control his instincts, I will still remain. He's not out of control. He just has a little problem in the back of his head… Or maybe it's a solution…
In any case, all of these useless sessions are becoming very boring… The only thing that may come of use from being here is the technique that he is learning on the side of his mind control sessions. He has dubbed it the Instant Transmission. Moronic fool…
The only time he gives any activity to my body is when he is practicing the Instant Transmission or when he, very rarely, trains to keep my body in some semblance of shape. It really is pathetic…
It's times like this that I wish that the dolt had simply went home when his accursed friends had made the wish to that dragon to bring him home, but, no, he had to make sure he wouldn't loose it around them and stay. Once I retake my body, I will find a way to eliminate him from my psyche. That's all there is to it… He must be exterminated…
For now, however, I must deal with my counterpart. That is, until all of these mental chains snap and give me magnificent freedom. Freedom that I will use to bring this feeble universe to its knees.
I will rule this pitiable universe for all time, but I will not wish for immortality. That will hinder the marvelous thrill of battle. No, I will simply use the dragonballs to wish for my youth again when I age. The perfect plan… Sheer brilliance…
Until then, I will be patient… The day when I am set free will come… I just have to wait for it, and then eternity will be mine…
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I don't believe it. Frieza's still alive… That accursed Icejin still draws breath… Not possible… And yet it IS, and it is useless to deny what is. Idiotic as well…
The tyrant has gained two hours' time over the ship that the fool is traveling in. I know what the psycho is planning. He's going to kill all of my counterpart's loved ones before he can get home… That cannot be allowed. Their deaths are to come at my hands and no one else's…
The dolt prepares to use the Instant Transmission to transport himself to the planet when another ki signature becomes apparent on the planet's surface. It is not as large as my own, but it is close… It is not one I have felt before, but it feels familiar. It is like I have sensed another ki somewhat like it before…
Upon feeling this power, Son Goku decides to not use the technique and wait the ride out. Whoever this ki belongs to, is much stronger than Frieza, and he thinks that this being will take Frieza out. For once, I agree with the baka. Killing Frieza is nothing more than a waste of my energy. Let whoever it is on the planet waste their energy on the weakling…
The simpleton ticks off the minutes as the ship slowly approaches the planet's atmosphere, also making sure to keep track of this new power level and Frieza's. It really is pitiful… Apparently the warlord is too stupid to conceal his power from anyone who might be searching for it… It's purely ridiculous that my counterpart should be able to feel it from this far away from the planet's surface.
This new power level is suddenly very close to the tyrant's, and I feel the demented dictator's ki go up as far as possible. It evidently is not enough, however, because mere seconds later, the warlord's ki sharply drops to nothing. Frieza is now truly dead…
To my great surprise, another unknown power rises up on the planet. This one is stronger than Frieza's, but it is still not enough to contend with the other power level and is swiftly extinguished. Afterwards, the power drops to a level that is less likely to be sensed. Who IS this person?
I suppose that I will find out once the simpleton lands on the pathetic mud ball. Until then, neither of us knows anything…
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Oh, the irony of it all is just far too sweet. This soft-spoken lavender haired teen that stands before me is Vegeta's son. The one person in the universe that can say that he killed Frieza is the son of the prince who spent so many years under that very same warlord's thumb… If Vegeta only knew…
It is, however, more than shocking to find out that this softhearted sentimental boy is Vegeta's son. His personality is nothing like his father's. Then again, he was raised by that blue haired human woman so it should not be that surprising. Just another waste of Saiyajin blood…
It is evident that he is related to the monarch. His sharp, angular features nearly mirror those of the proud prince. It is strange to see someone who looks so much like him speak so softly and politely. Vegeta would despise knowing that his son behaved this way.
A heart virus? Heart virus?? A warrior like me dying of nothing more than a damned heart virus?! What a shameful way for a Saiyajin to pass on… That is no way for a warrior to die. One is supposed to die in the midst of battle with your enemies around you and blood on your tongue… Not from a fucking illness…
Much to my delight, the son of Vegeta has a little gift for him, though. A cure for the accursed virus that he claims will attack my system some time soon. Yes, perhaps it was a good thing that the arrogant prince was wished back to life after all… He has his uses…
The fool watches as Trunks flies off in the direction of his supposed time machine. His thoughts race as he tries to come up with some way of telling his friends about this threat without endangering Trunks's future.
Three years… Three years of intense training in which my counterpart will prepare my body for this battle… I will be unmatchable… No one and nothing will be capable of standing against me… I cannot wait for the day that my body becomes my own again…