Title: Sad, But True
Rating: R
Summary: Three years of pure training has past for the oncoming threat. Kakarott believes that it was more than enough time, but is he biting off a little more than he can chew?
I cannot believe it. Three years have passed so very quickly… Three years in which my body has been pushed to limits that I previously thought to be unreachable. My strength has at least quadrupled since the boy warned the fool of the approaching threat. These androids won't stand a chance…
As the simpleton, his son, the Namek, and the resurrected monk speed off in the direction of the city that the son of Vegeta predicted the androids would show themselves in, I can feel the anticipation of a battle. Even though I know that they will be slaughtered with my new strength, I still look forward to the fight. I have not truly been in battle since Planet Namek… It will be a welcomed change…
The Namek expresses his doubt in his abilities to fight this menace, and the dolt consoles him, telling him that he has trained and prepared himself as much as he could in the allotted time. Bullshit…
The green bastard won't even have to worry about fighting anyway. All that will be needed for this battle will be my strength.
Perhaps I can use this fight to increase my control, though it will be nothing more than a slaughter. My control has not amplified very much do to the fact that any fighting my counterpart has done has not been with the intention to kill. If something drastic doesn't occur soon, it will take me over fifty years to reclaim my body, and I do not think I possess that kind of patience…
It has already been VERY trying to deal with that black haired harpy that he calls his mate for three years alone. All her bitching and yelling has tempted me to reach out and kill her. Unfortunately I don't have enough control to do so…
Oh, how I've longed to reach out, wrap my fingers around her scrawny little neck, and squeeze until crimson flowed freely over these past three years… One day that pleasure will be mine, though. I will make sure of it…
Finally, my counterpart and his companions reach their destination, landing on a rocky cliff that looms over the city. Much to the fool's surprise, the blue haired woman is waiting for him along with the scarred human and the tryclops. His surprise is quickly replaced with worry as he tries to get her to leave before the androids attack. He's an idiot…
Had he been a true Saiyajin, he would have encouraged her to stay. She is the mate of a potential enemy, and she has his offspring here. Therefore, that would be like ridding yourself of two of your enemy's assets at once. Any true Saiyajin would know that destroying your enemy's spawn is your best chance of killing off his bloodline completely, and slaughtering his mate would ensure it. Having them here will not be much of a burden…
It doesn't take long for the fat human to show up with sensu beans for the battle. The dolt actually asks the coward if he will participate in the oncoming fight, but he quickly declines on the offer.
As the cowardly Earthling speeds away in his plane, an explosion rocks through an island near the city, and Yajirobe's ship falls from the sky and into the sea. The simpleton swiftly makes his decision as two shapes float down into the city. He sends his son after Yajirobe and tells the others to comb the city for the androids as he launches into the air.
He lands on a tall building, surveying the area for any oddities. These androids apparently have no ki that can be sensed. Perhaps this will make the battle a little more interesting…
And things DO get far more interesting several moments later when the idiot senses one of his friend's ki drop sharply. I cannot suppress the savage glee that rises in me. It has been SO long since I've had a real fight…
What the simpleton stumbles upon resembles more a slaughter than an actual fight. One of the androids has plowed his hand straight through the scarred human's stomach, rivers of crimson leaking from the wound and staining the concrete below. What a beautiful scene… I can still smell the sharp scent of fear radiating from the dying human. Such a wonderful fragrance when mixed with the overwhelming aroma of his blood…
The android gives him a glance that plainly states that he could care less whether the moron was there or not. He drops the human as if he were a piece of trash onto the ruby-stained ground.
The Namek and the other two humans have shown up now, and they stare at their slowly dying friend in complete horror. Whether it is the gore of the scene or the fact that it is their friend from which it all came from that disturbs them more, I do not know. Nor do I care.
My counterpart orders the bald one to take the dying human back to the cliff face to get him a sensu before death claims him. With that done, the fool lunges forward and punches the machine with all the strength of his rage and pain. The android's head snaps to the side and his hat falls from his head.
For some reason, my body is heavy with fatigue. The dolt hasn't even begun to fight, and my body is already starting to show signs of tiring. What is going on?
Son Goku demands that the fight occur with no innocent bystanders around. The androids process this for a second and begin to destroy everything around them, ridding the area of innocent bystanders.
Pure, unadulterated horror rises in the baka's psyche as he realizes that there ARE no more innocents to be killed accidentally in the battle to come. More anger quickly rises up to match the repulsed feeling, and he offers to take the androids to a place where nothing will be destroyed by the violence that will ensue once the battle begins.
He leads them off in the direction of a chain of islands. He has no real intention of choosing any one of them. The fool is simply stalling for time. He knows something isn't quite right as well. My body is slowly starting to tire from simply flying. There is something most definitely wrong here…
The androids are becoming very annoyed with the moron, and one of them chooses out an island himself. He is tired of waiting for the dolt to choose.
As the idiot touches down on the small piece of land, I know more than ever that something is not right. My body is sweating from the simple effort of flying out to these islands. This is extremely unusual…
I push the thoughts aside as my counterpart begins the battle. As soon as he ascends to Super Saiyajin, a dull sort of ache begins to throb in my chest. What in the hell IS going on?!
I have no room to ponder the subject more as the obese android attacks. The machine's punches and kicks are easily avoided and counterattacks begin, but they are not hurting the android.
The ache in my chest augments as the simpleton fires a Kamehameha at the foul machine. It begins to turn into stabbing pains every time he draws a breath. It feels like liquid fire is slowly being forced through my veins.
Shit!! What the FUCK is going on?!
The moron is starting to loose ground as the pain increases. The vile machine's punches and kicks amount to nothing compared to the pain my body is being forced to endure.
The android sends the idiot flying, and he drops out of the Super Saiyajin form.
DAMN IT!!!!
The bastard jumps onto the baka's chest, which doesn't help the pain.
Ah, FUCK!!!! I'll kill you for that!!!!
A white hand firmly fixes itself to my neck, and I can feel the ki being drawn out of me. My vision is becoming hazy…
As I sink into the blackness, I feel the enormous weight being quickly lifted from my chest. I catch a flash of Vegeta, and then I succumb to unconsciousness.