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Chapter 4

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a (n) original character(s). The rest belongs to Akira Toriyama, etc.

Quick AN: Sorry for taking so long before updating but I've been really busy with school and volleyball. Now on with the story ;)

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I can't believe I'm finally going out into space. I also have the perfect chance to test my abilities. Yes, I will finally prove myself to my father. Radditz thinks he's so strong and tough. That attitude of his is going to change very soon. As will everyone else's. I will become a super saiyajin.

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Kakarot tapped his foot with impatience.

'Just how long is this Prince going to take to get here? It's not like he's going on royal business. A simple planet purging mission that's all it is.' he thought as he grew more and more impatient.

Kakarot then heard some yelling and whimpers for mercy coming towards him.

'Definitely, Vegeta and his cowardly henchmen,' Kakarot snickered to himself. 'I wonder what Prince Vegeta looks like in person? All we low classes see of him is his face.'

His thoughts were interrupted an explosion obliterated the door.

Kakarot stared for a moment and then managed to ask, "A-are you Prince V-Vegeta?"

The saiyan standing before him, rolled his eyes and said, "No, I'm your brother."

"Haha. Very funny. Seriously though, you're Prince Vegeta? But you're so…"

"So… what?!" Vegeta asked getting more impatient by the minute.

"Oh nothing." Kakarot replied looking up into empty space.

Vegeta looked on Kakarot in disgust and snorted.

"Stupid low class filth. I should not have to put up with such trash. I should have you killed."

"I like to see you try that. Soon, cocky my Prince. Soon. " Kakarot mumbled softly, as he entered his pod.

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ChiChi yawned. She had a good night sleep for once in a long time. ChiChi got up and stretched. "Let's see I've been fighting Piccolo for about 11 years. Time sure does fly by." ChiChi said to herself. It had been months since the stars last spoke to her and she had began to believe that Bulma was right. She had been too stressed to know the difference between reality and hopeful dreaming.

ChiChi got up and walked down stairs, "Bulma are you up?"

"Yeah. Come in here and look at the news." Bulma's voice cracked.

ChiChi sat in front of the television. A news anchor appeared on to the tv.

"Early this morning to the south of West Capital, an enormous explosion killed an estimated 350 people. It is said that Piccolo Daimoa is responsible for this horrible incident..."

Pictures of the damage and burnt bodies started to flash on the screen. Bulma continued to watch but then slowly got up, turned the tv off, and walked into the kitchen. ChiChi just continued to stare at blank screen.

"Damn, him." ChiChi whispered slowly. "Piccolo will pay for this. I will avenge my father's death and everyone else's. That is my promise to you father."

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AN: I made ChiChi 13-ish when her father died. That's how I got the 11 years thing. Thanks for 7 reviews everybody ^-^ And um that little scene between Goku and Vegeta was my pathetic attempt at humor *sweatdrop*

And to Hakai: I know a bit about Celipa but my memory goes on the rest of Bardock's team. So could you e-mail me and tell me more about Bardock's team? I would appreciate it.

Rene